Chapter 20 #2
They stumbled into his apartment, laughing between breaths.
Heat and fevered hands. Her fingers gripping his shirt, tugging it up and over his head with unspoken need.
He answered with his mouth on her throat, her jaw, her lips again like he couldn't handle the space between them any longer.
In the tender light of his bedroom, they left the rest of the world outside.
He slipped his hands under her shirt, grazing her skin because the bra was still downstairs.
Damn, smoother than the best cotton.
"You're killing my focus," he murmured, lips brushing her neck as he fumbled with her shirt, half expecting her to tease him for it. "I could spend hours touching you."
She giggled breathlessly, arching into him. "Hours? I don't know if I have that kind of patience."
"Mmm, but you do," he teased, nudging her onto her back and following her down. His lips took over, teasing, tongue flicking over one peaked nipple. She moaned, fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on her, his free hand sliding lower to tease between her thighs.
"Someone's impatient," he teased, his finger sliding in, pulse racing as her hips shifted. She whimpered, hips lifting as he curled his finger just right, his thumb circling her bundle of nerves in slow, deliberate strokes. "Don't you dare hold back on me, Piper. I want to hear you."
Her breath hitched, her body clenching around him as he worked her closer to the edge. "Don't stop—oh, don't stop—" She came with a cry, her back bowing off the bed as pleasure crashed over her.
He didn't give her time to recover, kissing his way down her body. She gasped as his tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh, her hands flying to his shoulders.
"Too much—oh, no, never mind, don't stop—" She laughed, half-delirious, as he chuckled against her, the vibration clearly making her shudder.
He rose over her as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
"You're such a tease," she accused, breathless.
"Only for you," he promised, reaching for the condom on the nightstand.
She watched his hand on his dick, breath hitching, pupils dilating, as he tore the packet open with his teeth. She trailed her fingers down his chest as he rolled it on.
His hands stilled for a moment on his shaft, his gaze darkening as her touch lingered, teasing. "Fuck, you're not making this easy."
"Good," she replied.
He stroked himself once. A slow, deliberate motion, his eyes locked on hers.
She smirked and spread her legs wide exposing herself to him.
He wanted to dive into her body. Wanted to feel her around him, hear her gasp as he drove into her.
His pulse hammered and he was so turned on he might come from another stroke of his hand. She was so open, so ready, so his.
"I love watching you do that," she gasped, her words raw and unfiltered.
"That's not very professional," he muttered, though his hips betrayed him, pressing deeper into his grip.
"We're way past that," she panted. Her nails dug into his arms, and Zach's mind flashed to that first smoothie date because she'd smirked then, too.
He groaned, easing into her because she fit him perfectly.
Damn, she's ready for me.
She made a small mewling noise at the sensation, her body stretching to take him. He stilled for a moment, to savor the feeling of her around him, her heat, her tightness.
"Fuck, you feel perfect. Think this is what they meant by a perfect fit, Cinderella?" he asked against her lips. Pulling out and then thrusting in again, more carefully this time.
She smirked, rolling her hips. "Less talking, more moving, Charming."
He laughed, catching her mouth in a kiss as he began to move, slow at first, then harder, deeper, until the only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths and the slick, wet slide of their bodies coming together.
Her nails bit into his back, urging him faster. Not their first night of figuring things out, this was them knowing each other and taking what they needed. He hit the right rhythm, her gasp sparking a grin. Their breaths tangled, peaking together in a messy, perfect rush.
She came with a shuddering cry, her body clenching around him, and that was all it took to push him over the edge, too.
With a lazy, satisfied grin, he pulled out, and reached down to remove the condom, tying it off before tossing it into the nearby trash bin. She watched him through half-lidded eyes, a smirk playing on her lips as he collapsed beside her, dragging her against his chest.
"You're such a distraction," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She laughed, tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Says the man who derailed my entire evening."
He hummed, fingers tangling in her hair. "It was fun though, yeah?"
She nodded, laughing.
Later, when they lay tangled in sheets and cooler skin, she rolled toward him.
"So," she said, voice sleep-heavy and content. "Another late night at the studio?"
Zach grinned, eyes closed, one arm bent behind his head. "Never had a fitting quite like it."
Her leg slid along his beneath the covers, lazy, possessive. "Penny for your thoughts?"
Then he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. "I'm thinking about making you a dress."
She laughed. Quiet and low.
"And what?" she teased. "Taking it off again?"
He nodded, gaze stealing lower. "Pretty much always want to take your clothes off." His smile widened. "Even when they're made by me."
She kissed him again.
And this time, they didn't stop. They stayed tangled in sheets and each other, like the world could wait.