Chapter 18 #2
He looks my way with a wistful smile and squeezes my thigh under the table, kick-starting a pulsing need between my legs.
After dinner, my mother and Sam suddenly have somewhere to be, claiming they’ll be out for the rest of the evening. This is news to me. Last I thought, we had plans to watch a movie after dinner, but this was before Zach arrived.
Their departure is obvious, but I keep my mouth shut. If I’m being honest, I want to be alone with Zach. I’ve got a lot of questions.
I walk them to the door, leaving him seated in the living room, and return to find him looking out over the St. Lawrence River.
“Why are you here?”
He turns to face me. “I’m your boyfriend, I should be here.”
“Zach, it’s just you and me now. Talk to me.”
He strides right up to me, so close I feel the heat of his tall, broad frame and I’m forced to tilt my head back to keep eye contact.
“What do you want to know?” he asks with a sexy gruffness in the pitch of his voice.
Damn him.
“Tell me why you came when I asked you not to?” I let out an exasperated huff.
“If our time alone is going to be spent with you telling me to leave, I’d rather join Sam and Olivia.” His tone is light, but the corners of his mouth are tight as if smiling hurts and I feel bad for pushing this, but my sanity depends on it.
“This isn’t real,” I murmur more to myself, knowing he doesn’t want to hear what I have to say.
“What are you talking about?”
“You and I aren’t real.” I lamely push at his hard chest, hoping he stays right where he is, almost touching me.
And this is why I needed to get away from him. Move out. And why he shouldn’t be here right now. My mind is muddled, and my body wants things it shouldn’t and can’t have. Namely, Zachary Rothwell.
“Tell me this doesn’t feel real,” he whispers in a deep, throaty voice, grabbing hold of my shoulders and pinning me to the wall, flush against my aching body.
His large hands cradle my face and my eyes flutter closed as my fingernails dig into my thighs through the cotton of my dress.
I like him this close to me…want it even…feeling his presence in private places I shouldn’t. The racing in my chest and his body everywhere makes it a struggle to find words, to say anything that will make us stop and think. But his gaze takes hold of every part of me.
His lips hover a sliver above mine, flicking his tongue outward to graze the soft, wet underside of my upper lip.
His predatory growl mingles with my pleasured whimper and he licks again at my mouth.
My name falls from his lips and my control slips beyond my reach.
My breasts are heavy and my nipples harden against his chest.
“Is this real enough for you?” He shifts a bit to the side, wedging his knee between my legs, and my sex throbs. I moan, nodding, and shamelessly grind into him as he rubs my core.
“Say it.” One hand skims my cheek, down to my breast and waist before bunching my dress in his fingers, exposing most of my thigh.
My breath hitches at the feel of his fingers brushing my bare skin, skating upward to stop at the edge of my panties. He presses his knee into me and I buck against him, clenching my muscles.
Anticipating another grind or stroke, my insides burn, ready to rock with him, but he’s gone completely still. I look up at him and find his ravenous ocean eyes transfixed on me, wordlessly commanding me to speak.
My breath dives low into my belly and my thighs squeeze around his knee. “Yes. This is real.”
Like a hurricane, he’s unleashed, and his hands are all over me, tearing off my clothes as his lips score every inch of my bare body. I’m swept up in a whirlwind, feeling out of control and overcome. I rip at his shirt and tie, even breaking a nail, unable to get him naked fast enough.
There’s no way to describe it, no way to make sense of it other than I’m possessed by a desire that knows no bounds. Unlike anything I’ve felt before.
We’re now standing in the darkened hall, incapable of waiting any longer even if the bedroom is only a few steps away. I want him now.
His tongue slides against mine, his fingers lift my leg off the ground, and the other hand guides his thick length in between my legs.
My hand fists in his hair as the head of his heavy erection pushes at my entrance.
With one fast thrust, he’s buried deep in me and he raises one hand above my head, against the wall, and laces our fingers together while he fucks me.
He fucks me like I’m his reason for being, as if being inside me is the most important thing in the world. Even more critical than his heart, lungs, and the air he breathes. And I know this because I feel it, too.
Once satiated, our slick bodies find our way to my room where he tucks me in and leaves, promising to hurry back. He somehow still has his wits and gathers up our discarded clothes in the living room, dumping them on the bedroom floor, and falls into bed beside me.
“Get some rest,” he murmurs into my shoulder, followed by a quick peck.
“Hmmm. I could sleep forever.” I bury myself further into the mattress.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Sleepy Head. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”
“Plans?” I ask lazily, barely keeping my eyes open.
“Yes.” One hand cups my breast and the other glides over my hip and in between my legs. “We’re not done tonight.”
“I better get some sleep then.”
“Yes. Sleep.” I feel his smile against my flesh as one flickers across my lips in response.
Zach turns his back to me and takes my arms to wrap them around his middle. My smile blooms and I sweetly kiss his warm, bare skin just below his shoulder blade. This is how he finds me most mornings, wrapped around him. He exhales a contented sigh.
Our hot and daring sex-capade flashes behind my closed eyelids and I try to push back the practical little voice in my mind. The one that dares to ask what if Mom and Sam had come home? What does this do to our deal? What am I even thinking?
I force myself not to sully the blissful memory even if all those questions are valid. I’m at a loss for how this affects our arrangement, if at all, and now isn’t the time to figure that out.
We’ve colored so far outside the lines of our deal that I don’t even know what the picture is supposed to look like. But one thing I know for sure, the picture is ours so it’s whatever we want it to be.