Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Foster
Zemia crashed her lips against mine, and the entire world around us melted away into a distant memory. Our mouths moved together in perfect sync as we tasted and teased, explored and ventured into new territory.
And damn, she tasted sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined.
I pushed my tongue inside and swirled it with hers, groaning at how delectable she was, how I would never tire of tasting her, and I wanted more. So much more.
My hands fell to her waist and moved down over her ass, the feel of her tight leggings against her curves sending me over the edge.
I could feel myself losing control. I wanted to bury my dick so deep inside her, her tight pussy stretching around my cock in the most perfect way.
Animal urges from deep inside me emerged to the surface, and I had no idea what to do with them or how to tame them.
If I didn’t stop soon, I’d take her to bed and never fucking leave.
Her hands roamed over my chest as she deepened the kiss, attraction setting off sparks between us. A deep grumbling roared from my chest.
One hand found her hair, and I tangled it inside, making a fist and yanking her head back, exposing her delicious neck and breaking our kiss. Our breaths mixed as our chests heaved, pant after pant.
I went for her neck, clasping my mouth onto her hot skin, and sucking, branding her as mine. The small spot below her ear drove her wild and her hands fisted my shirt before she reached up and pushed my jacket off.
Letting go of her hair, I brought my mouth back to hers while lifting her from her hips onto her desk, papers and pens flying in every direction. I tore off my shirt as she took off her blouse, leaving her in only a black lacy bra with a silk bow tie in the middle.
“Fuck.” I muttered with a groan as I took in her ample breast size. But then it hit me.
I haven’t even taken this girl to dinner yet. I can’t just duck her on her desk.
She means so much more to me than that.
Would I want my daughters to be treated the same?
“Wait, Zemia…” I dropped my hands to my sides and took a step back. I blew out a loud breath. “Let’s slow down for a minute.”
Her stance instantly turned defensive but also…embarrassed. She scrambled to put her blouse back on as she stood up from the desk. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have kissed you.” Her cheeks were pink and she wouldn’t look at me as she fumbled with buttons.
“Hey.” I placed my hands over hers. “I want to treat you right, Zemia. And as much as I want to bend you over that desk and fuck you so hard from behind that you’ll be reminded of me for days, I can’t. Not until I’ve taken you on a proper date.”
Zemia blinked quickly and if I wasn’t mistaken, I saw tears in the corner of her eyes. “Then please take me. Because I don’t think I can bear another night of using my vibrator and pretending it’s you.” She bit her bottom lip and looked away shyly.
I hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her gaze back to me. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to go back on my word.”
Zemia visibly shivered. I fucking loved the effect I had on her.
“I need to change, though. I’ll show you my place upstairs.”
“Lead the way.”
I tried not to stare at Zemia’s ass as we climbed the stairs, but I couldn’t help it. I’d only gotten a taste, and I wanted so much more.
“It’s on the small side, but it’s enough for me.” Zemia led me through her cabin, the small space revealing more of her, which I greedily took in.
Her place was neat, tidy, and decorated minimally with pops of color in various places. She had decorated for Christmas, a small tree in the corner, wreaths on the wall, and lights strung along her mantle with her stocking.
“Maybe you’ll see more later.” Zemia teased as she showed me her bedroom. Her closet took up half the room, filled with clothes and endless shoes. “I love shoes and clothes.” She said as she closed the doors with a guilty look on her face. “We all have our things, right?”
I chuckled. “Don’t let me girls see your closet. You’ll never get them out of it.”
Zemia laughed. “Sounds like my niece. I think she’s tried on every pair of shoes.”
“That’s nice of you to let her.”
“For a smile on her face, it’s worth it.”
“You’re something special.” Warmth spread throughout my chest. “I’ll let you get dressed. I’ll wait in the living room, if that’s okay?”
“That’s more than okay.”
Five minutes later, Zemia stepped out of her room, and I nearly fell to my knees.
She changed into a short mini dress, black sheer tights, and black heels with red bottoms. She swept her hair up off her neck, leaving a few tendrils falling around her soft features.
A touch of makeup, and red lips, and fuck, she was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen before.
And she was all mine. Even if she didn’t know it yet.
“You are so beautiful, Zemia. My God.” I scrubbed a hand down my face and over my beard. “We better get going now or we’ll never leave.”
Zemia grinned. “You’re a naughty boy.”
“I don’t think you mind.” I winked.
“Not one bit.”
I took the coat from her arm and helped her slip it on before sliding my arm around her waist. “There’s a cozy restaurant a couple of towns over. Is that okay?”
“Sounds perfect to me. Just promise me one thing?”
I looked into her eyes, knowing I was falling head over heels for her. A beautiful, kind human I wanted to give the world to. “Anything.”
“You come in for dessert.”
“Oh baby, that isn’t a promise. It’s a fact.”