Chapter 11
Chapter eleven
The Next Morning
Morning washes over the stone walls.
This place is an indulgence of luxuries.
Half-asleep, I lie still in the expansive, ornate bed.
Beside me is Zach.
I can’t help but smile. The jet seduction wasn’t a one-off. Last night proved it when he tapped on my door after everyone went to bed.
The line we’d etched between us for years has been forever and permanently crossed.
Turning my head, I take in the sight of him.
Zach isn’t just handsome, he’s breathtakingly perfect.
Sculpted by artisans with a chiseled jaw and confidence to command any room.
Morning light dances on his chest, highlighting every taut muscle.
Tousled hair hinting at the wildness of last night—my fingers to blame.
One arm is tucked beneath the pillow, the other draped lengthwise, fingers brushing me as if he wants to be sure I don’t leave his side.
The sheet has slipped low on his hips, revealing his half-erect cock bobbing on his belly. I swallow hard.
Even when he’s sound asleep, the man’s not finished with me.
My body remembers every touch. How, for the past couple of nights, he’s claimed me as if I were his entire world. I stretch beneath the sheets, reveling in the delicious, lingering ache. A reminder of the pleasure we’ve shared. Over and over.
I probably should be thinking about my maid-of-honor duties for the day ahead. Spa appointments. Final fitting. Luncheon with Marisol, her sister, mom, and future mother-in-law.
Instead, the truth hits me like a prizefighter.
I’m in love with Zach Bennett.
The realization is both terrifying and exhilarating as I admire every inch of his body.
Two nights in, and I’m already fantasizing about more. If this wedding weekend didn’t come with responsibilities, I’d be more than happy to stay locked in this room for a week. Maybe more.
My pussy clenches sending shivers through my core. My body twitches, disrupting the mattress. Zach stirs, his brow furrowing before his eyes flutter open and land on me.
His yawn is followed by a wickedly sexy smile. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” I don’t bother averting my ogling eyes.
He studies me with a mix of curiosity and heat. “How long have you been…admiring me?”
“Long enough to confirm your cock is still in good, working order,” I joke, my heart racing at the sight of it thickening in front of me.
He laughs, rolling onto his side to face me fully. The sheet drifts off altogether and my breath hitches when he fists his cock and smears the glistening moisture along his crown.
The sight of this man gripping himself sends a rush of heat coursing through me.
“You’re terrible at subtle, Sky,” he smirks.
“You’re the one all ripped and sexy.” I bite my lip. “Sue me.”
“Touché.” His eyes glint with mischief.
Propping myself on one elbow, I let my fingers dance lightly along the warm line of his muscles. “I realized something.”
“Sounds dangerous.” He continues to stroke his cock.
I allow my finger to trail lower down his ab muscles. “For years, I told myself we were just friends.”
“And now?”
“And now,” I draw out, “I know I was kidding myself about what I really want.”
He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “How so?”
“God, you’re enjoying this.” I roll my eyes
“Immensely.”
I shake my head, laughter bubbling up. “Well, this wedding weekend is turning into an incredible inconvenience.”
“You think?” Amusement dances in his gaze.
“Yeah.” I nod. “All these important rituals are getting in the way of what I’d really rather be doing.”
He leans in so our noses are almost touching. “Tell me, Sky, what would you prefer to be doing? I promise I’ll try to make it happen.”
“Riding your cock,” I whisper, the final word heavy with promise.
“That might be the best idea I’ve ever heard.”
Before I can respond, he shifts closer. “Sky, if you skip the spa, do you think anyone would notice?”
I giggle. “Uh, yeah. Marisol will send a search party.”
“Worth it.” His eyes darken with desire.
Unable to resist, I brush my lips to his, still mesmerized at the sight of him slowly stroking himself. His hand moves quicker now, and he tilts his head back in pleasure. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him and the power he wields without a word.
Before I fully succumb to temptation, I pull back. “As much as I want to, Marisol’s my best friend.”
“You know,” his gaze never leaves mine. “You still have half an hour before you need to leave.”
A soft groan escapes me. “This is how I end up late.”
“Totally worth it,” he promises.
As I look into his eyes, I know he might be right.