Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
ZARA
The second time I wake up with Hendrix in my bed, I am definitely not wearing a hoodie.
And thankfully, neither is he.
In fact, the only thing he’s wearing is a shit-eating grin as his eyes roam over my naked breasts peeking out of the ridiculously high thread count sheets. He rolls onto his side. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I respond, mirroring his position.
“Think we can go a whole morning without your mom calling this time?”
“Shhh!” I exclaim, causing him to laugh. “She’ll hear you.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. His hand slides down my hip, over the curve of my ass until he’s gripping the back of my thigh. He hikes my leg over his.
“Let’s do breakfast in bed,” he suggests. “We don’t have to be downstairs until noon, and I’m not ready to share you yet.”
“Okay.”
He gets up, not bothering to cover up. God, he’s got a great ass. He heads over to the small desk where he left the room service menu last night and gives it a cursory glance, then picks up the phone. Before I can argue, he’s ordered half the menu again, along with a pot of coffee and chai for me.
“I could have just told you what I wanted.”
He shrugs, already heading back to the bed. “Yeah, but that would have taken up too much time. And I have things I need to do.”
“Oh?”
His grin is positively wicked.
My stomach flips.
It’s unreal how much I want this man.
Last night, we were naked for hours. After the bath, we took a shower where he got me off with his fingers and then his tongue.
When our skin was finally pruny and clean, we wrapped each other in fluffy white towels and dried our hair.
As soon as we left the bathroom, I pushed him onto the bed and showed him he wasn’t the only one who looked good on his knees.
We went on and on like this for hours, but we never had sex.
It was like he was saving it.
Or savoring us.
He lifts the covers and slips in beside me. His body is ridiculous. Hard, lean muscles wrapped in an array of black ink that are simply mesmerizing. I don’t have a moment to worry about morning breath or bedhead because he’s already cupping my jaw and kissing me like I’m perfection.
He definitely makes me feel that way.
“I want you,” I say.
I feel his grin against my lips. “I’m right here.”
“You know what I mean.”
He pulls back, and his eyes sparkle with amusement. “I don’t, actually. You need to be specific, Cupid.”
I really wasn’t sure I believed him at first when he said he liked it when I told him what I wanted, but the way he’s looking at me now with such intense heat in his eyes makes me know he’s telling the truth.
He really gets off on it.
It makes me feel powerful.
It makes me feel sexy.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Holy shit, did I really just say that? Judging by the wolfish grin spreading across Hendrix’s face, I’d say so.
The hand that’s resting on my hip starts to roam, sliding down the curve of my ass. The metal of his rings feels practically chilly on my heated flesh as he gives it a hard squeeze. “With my fingers?”
“No.”
He leans forward and places a tender kiss on my collarbone, then the curve of my neck, and moves to the shell of my ear before he whispers, “With my tongue?”
Goose bumps dance across my skin. “No.”
He nudges my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. I feel the delicious weight of his body on mine as he plants a hand on either side of my head to hold himself up. His cock is so close to where I want it to be that I could practically feel my pussy contracting, like it’s begging to be filled.
He must notice the proximity as well, because his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, and when they open again, they’re practically molten.
“What about your naughty little vibrator? Want me to fuck you with that again?”
“No.” I swallow, remembering the way we both fell apart in the bath last night. Knowing I made him come from just watching me was empowering. “I want you inside me, Hen. I want you to fuck me.”
“Fuck.” His voice is so low, husky. “Say it again.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Say my name, Zara. Who do you want to fuck you?” He reaches between us and palms his cock. He gives it a few light pumps. I think I actually lick my lips in anticipation because he lets out a groan, followed by a curse.
“You, Hendrix. I want you to fuck me. Only you.”
That must be the winning combination because his mouth is suddenly on mine, and he’s hauling me onto his lap. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, and just as he’s lifting me up and all of me is about to be reunited with all of him, he freezes.
“Shit. Condom.” He puts me back down and runs a hand down his face. “I can’t believe I almost forgot. I know that sounds cliché as hell, but I never do. I have some in my room. I can throw on some clothes and—”
“I have an IUD,” I tell him with a tentative shrug.
“And I haven’t had sex in almost—” I try to think back to the last time Tanner and I were intimate.
“A year, maybe? Well, except, you know. And I was tested during our six-month separation, just in case he…” I take a deep breath, unable to voice the words.
I had my suspicions at the end, but I was never able to find any proof.
His eyes widen ever so slightly, but he doesn’t comment on it, except to say. “I was tested right before we left for the tour. All of us were. I’m clean. But I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I can easily run to my room, or—”
I smile. “You’re forgetting you’re in bed with the on-site doctor. I happen to have a medical bag just over there.” I point to the giant duffle I carry with me everywhere. “That is stuffed with supplies, including emergency condoms.”
“I’m surprised you still have some after Darius learned about your stash.”
I snort. “I cannot confirm or deny whether he’s asked for any. Patient-client confidentiality and all. Sorry.”
“All right. Well, you keep your secrets, then.”
“At least I can,” I tease.
“That’s a low blow, Cupid.” He chuckles as he tries to get off the bed, but I grab his hand to stop him.
“I’m okay,” I tell him. “Without, I mean.”
His brow furrows as he searches my face for any sign of doubt. “Are you sure?”
I nod, reaching for him. His arms instantly wrap around mine. “I trust you, and it’s not like before when we weren’t planning on ever seeing each other again. This time we’re sticking together. Just the two of us.”
“Just try to get rid of me, Zara. I dare you.”
I give a shy smile. “So…we’re good?”
He flashes a wicked grin, fisting my hair as he pulls me close. “Yeah, we’re so fucking good.”
His mouth presses against mine, and when he kisses me, I feel like I finally understand what it means to be kissed breathless. I remember my roommate in college coming back from a date once and describing the way her date kissed as being an out-of-body experience.
I couldn’t relate.
Back then, kissing had just been…kissing.
But Hendrix could definitely make the heavens sing and the earth shake with the way his mouth moves against mine. It is fucking divine.
He pushes me down onto the mattress and settles between my legs.
“We’re going to go slow. You make me lose my head, and I was being a little too hasty before.
” He’s referring to when I was in his lap, and he’s probably right.
With his size, I will more than likely need a little time to adjust, but I doubt I would have thought of that in the heat of the moment.
I was ready to hop onto his dick like it was a pogo stick.
“Sure you don’t want me to go down on you first?”
I dig my nails into his bare ass. “If you don’t fuck me before room service arrives, I will murder you.”
He chuckles, palming his dick as he starts to rub the fat head over my sensitive clit. “Okay, okay. You don’t have to beg, baby.”
I’m too lost in the feel of his cock rubbing me to focus on the fact that he called me baby. Or the fact that I liked it.
“God, you’re so fucking wet. All this for me?”
I angle my hips, needing him inside me. “Yes.”
“If your pussy wasn’t so damn tight, I could just slip in, but I remember just how well you squeezed my cock, so we’re gonna take a little at a time. Okay?”
I want to scream, hell no, and tell him just to shove it all in and fuck me already, but the rational part of me does actually remember how tight of a fit it was. So I just nod instead.
The way his large palms grip my hips makes me feel tiny in comparison to his large frame as he angles me just right and pushes in.
“So tight,” he grits out.
“More,” I beg.
I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass as I squeeze my inner walls around him.
“Fucking hell, Zara.” He slides in deeper, and we both moan. “Do that again.” I do, and his eyes practically roll back in his head.
He’s just as big as I remember, but it’s easier to take this time around. Either my body has a good memory, or all those orgasms last night prepared me in advance, because after a moment or two, I’m begging him to move.
“You sure?” Always so attentive.
“Yes!”
He thrusts deep, and I cry out as he buries himself to the hilt.
“So good,” I murmur.
“So good,” he echoes, before he pulls me back into his lap. I adjust myself, preferring my legs to be on either side of him, so I can straddle him. He’s patient as I make myself comfortable, scattering kisses on my shoulders as he runs his hands over my breasts to pinch my nipples.
For several minutes, we’re like this. Just taking our time as we explore each other’s bodies. He kisses me as I slowly rock back and forth, feeling the pleasure build like a rising tide.
Until I feel like I’m burning from the inside.
Our kisses turn fervent as my body demands more.
More, more, more.
“That’s it, Cupid. Ride me.” My hips start to move as my back arches and my tits bounce. “Yes. Fucking ride my dick.”
I’m lost to the feeling of his body in mine.
He pulls one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth and sucks hard as I let out a fevered moan. His hands are everywhere. On my ass, rubbing my clit. Finally, when he must be getting close, he pulls back and says, “Touch yourself, Zara.”
And then he grabs my hips with both hands and pushes us forward until my back hits the mattress again. He grabs both of my ankles and throws a leg over each shoulder. Oh my god, I’ve never had sex like this before. It’s wild and unhinged. It’s passionate and intense.
His hand grabs my waist, and then he starts fucking me like a man possessed.
I cry out. I scream. I call out his name and probably a deity or two.
“I’m gonna come,” I cry out as his hips slam into me. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Good.” He grins. “Let me see it, Zara. Let me feel it,” he growls, and if I wasn’t close before, that certainly would send me over the edge. “Come all over my cock.”
My back arches, and I let out a scream that is probably far too loud for a hotel room, and with a few final flicks to my clit, I let go. My body starts shaking as every nerve ending in my body starts to detonate.
My pussy is still convulsing when Hendrix lets out a guttural groan, his whole body shuddering, as I feel him release deep inside me.
His eyes meet mine, and I feel my stomach clench. God, he’s even hot when he comes.
Just as he’s leaning down to kiss me, there’s a light knock on the door, followed by a timid voice on the other side that says, “I’m just going to leave your food by the door.”
We both stare at each other for a beat and then burst out laughing.
“Hungry?” Hendrix asks.
I give him a heated look and grin, pulling him closer. “Starved.”
Our food is cold by the time we get to it.