27. Evvy
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
evvy
Zack and I shared a car service with Josie and Brent.
Of course the restaurant had to be over twenty minutes away from our hotel.
The heat from Zack’s gaze had me clenching my thighs the entire ride.
Every so often, he’d tuck my hair behind my ear or trail his fingers down my arm, sending all my nerves into overdrive.
Now, I’m standing in the elevator with legs like jelly as we ride to our floor with Brent and Josie. Zack’s thumb is anchored to my wrist, tracing circles around my tattoo as I stare at the floor numbers. This thing couldn’t go any slower if it tried.
Floor Ten. Another gentle caress of my wrist.
Floor Eleven. Zack’s fingers trail up my arm, leaving a fire in their wake.
Floor Twelve. His fingers thread through the hair at the nape of my neck, causing me to wobble.
Floor Fourteen. He anchors me to his side, pulling me tight with a hand on my hip.
Floor Sixteen. The rough pads of his fingers graze the soft skin of my belly, sending a bolt of lightning to my core.
Floor Eighteen. Hot breath heats my neck as he leans in, whispering, “Almost there.” Yeah, I’m almost there.
Floor Twenty. The elevator dings and the doors slide open.
Totally unaware of my surroundings, I’m startled when Josie pulls me into a hug.
“Have a great night, Evvy. I’ll see you in the morning.
I’m assuming you don’t need your stuff tonight and can just swing by in the morning,” she says, giving me an exaggerated wink.
She squeals as Brent scoops her up, throwing her over his shoulder as he takes hulking steps down the hall toward what was our room.
Zack tilts his head down with a sheepish grin.
“I’m this way.” He holds out his hand, and I give him mine.
He twines our fingers together as we move down the hall.
We stop at a door, and he fumbles with his wallet, trying to get the key card with one hand before eventually dropping mine.
“Sorry.” He chuckles, swiping the key until the unit beeps and flashes green.
Green for go.
Zack holds open the door for me, placing his strong hand on my lower back as I step into the room.
The door clicks shut with a thud, and then I’m spinning.
With one hand on my hip, and the other just above my shoulder, Zack pins me against the door.
He slides his knee between my legs. With his muscular thigh grazing my clit, a whimper escapes from my lips.
Zack rests his face in the crook of my neck.
“Hi, baby,” he says with his lips pressed to me, muffling his voice.
The vibrations send a shiver down my spine.
I can feel the smile on his lips branding my neck before he presses a kiss to my skin.
My pulse races fast underneath his lips, urging him to keep going.
“Hi, Cap.” My hands find his hair, giving him a gentle tug so I can see his face.
“You’re here.” He presses our foreheads together, lightly brushing his nose against mine before taking a deep, savoring breath.
“I’m here.”
“You’re really fucking here, sweetheart.” He cups both my cheeks, eyes fixed on me as if he’s afraid I might disappear.
“I’m really fucking here, Zack.” He smiles and caresses my cheek with his thumb.
I get lost in Zack’s warm brown eyes for a moment before I feel his lips on mine.
Pulling back slightly, my tongue skates along the seam of his lips, making him moan.
It has to be one of my favorite sounds. Calm and collected Zack coming undone from the touch of my tongue will never get old.
I do it again, but this time my hands find the buttons of his suit coat.
I struggle to open it, so with one fell swoop Zack rips it open, sending the buttons flying.
I reach for his shirt but his fingers wrap around my wrist. “You first, sweetheart. I’m going to take my time exploring every inch of that gorgeous body of yours.
” He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m going to remind you of how good we are together.
” He drags the back of his hand down my cheek, making my knees weak.
He presses his thigh in further, steadying me, but also providing some friction against my clit.
Another whimper escapes from my throat. “That’s it, sweetheart.
I want to hear those noises all night long, especially when you come on my cock. You want that?”
I moan, falling further into him as he drags his thigh back and forth against my clit. “Yes, Zack—please.”
“Then be a good girl and let me get rid of this shirt.” My arms shoot straight up, and Zack wastes no time pulling the fabric over my head. I hear it hit the tile floor with a swoosh.
Zack’s hands find my ass and he lifts me up.
My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me toward the bed.
His lips are greedy, never leaving mine as I’m suspended in the air.
I’m heavier than when we were first together, but Zack’s an athlete and holds me like it’s no big deal to him.
For many years, I struggled with my body image, but over time, I learned to love myself just the way I am.
I may be older, and softer in many places, but Zack’s hard length pressing into the seam of my pants tells me he loves my body as much as I do.
We stop moving and Zack places me down gently on the edge of the bed. “As luscious as you look in those pants, it’s time to lose them too.”
I can’t resist the urge to tease him a bit. With a smile, I kick off my shoes and lean back on my elbows. “I think I may need help with that.”
Zack grins as he stands between my spread legs. “Say no more, sweetheart.” His fingers make quick work of the button, but he takes his time with the zipper. It’s like he’s unwrapping a present, so eager, but also trying to relish that feeling of anticipation right before ripping open the package.
I lift my hips, and Zack pulls off my pants.
They have the same fate as my shirt as he tosses them to the floor.
Zack sinks to his knees and rests his hands on my thighs.
His eyes fall to my breasts first before slowly trailing down my entire body.
I’m grateful I decided to wear my matching black lace lingerie set.
“Wow,” Zack whispers. “You’re breathtaking, sweetheart.” Rough fingertips lightly stroke my thighs as he looks into my eyes. “Somehow, even more beautiful than I remembered.”
My cheeks heat from the attention. I still feel like I’m living in a dream world. For years, I thought Zack abandoned me. I was sure he didn’t want me. It shaped me as a person and fed into all my insecurities. Now, watching him on his knees for me…
“You really wanted me?”
Zack cups my cheeks and pulls me down until we’re eye to eye. “Not a day went by that I didn’t think about you, Evvy. I missed you so fucking much.” His fingers sink into my hair as he pulls me in for a gentle kiss. “Not a day went by that I didn’t think about these lips on mine.”
He peppers my skin with kisses, dropping them along my body from my lips down to my chest, before gently kissing each nipple through my lace bra. “These incredible breasts.”
His fingers glide over the black rose tattoo on my ribcage, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. “This tattoo I love so much. So fucking sexy.” His lips brush over my side, and the warmth grows between my legs.
“And these thighs. Fuck, I missed these thighs.” Zack plants a kiss on the inside of each thigh, and I practically buck off the bed.
“And these hips. Damn, Evvy.” The sensation is almost too much as he kisses the apex of each thigh, just below my hips.
His lips are everywhere except the one place I need them most.
Zack inhales sharply with his head buried between my thighs. “And this pretty pussy.” He drags his nose up my center before pressing a kiss over my lace underwear. “I missed seeing how wet you get for me.”
“Zack,” I moan. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. Being touched like this, by Zack, after all these years is setting my body on fire. Every cell of my being is responding to him, like they’ve been asleep for all the years we were apart and suddenly they’re coming alive again.
He straightens taller, still on his knees, as he pulls me in for another kiss, tangling his tongue with mine for a brief moment before pulling away again. “Taste yourself, Evvy? You soaked through those sexy lace panties. I think you missed me too.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “So much.”
Zack rests his forehead against mine as he breathes heavily.
“Let me show you how much I missed you, Evvy. Let me make up for every day we were apart.” He presses another kiss to my lips as his hand moves between my legs, cupping me over the thin lace.
“Let me make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
“Please,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out as I writhe against Zack’s hand. “Please, Zack.”
He hooks two fingers around the top of my underwear, teasing me for a moment before giving it a quick tug.
The fabric tears easily and he holds it up to his nose, inhaling deeply before breathing out a long sigh.
Oh my god. He holds the torn lace a few inches away from his face, admiring his handiwork, before stuffing it into his pocket.
Zack wraps an arm around each of my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed, and I lean back on my elbows.
He presses his large, warm hands to my inner thighs, spreading me open.
“Look at you. So wet. And it’s all for me.
Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?
” A single finger runs through my slit, stopping just before my clit.
I’m aching for more. The loss of sensation when he pulls his finger away has me in agony.
Zack’s the only man who’s ever gotten me off this way.
Not for a lack of trying, but I’m someone that needs to feel a connection in order for it to work.
Zack always made me feel safe in such a vulnerable position.
He always took his time to make sure I got exactly what I needed.
Those memories have me trembling with anticipation.
“Zack,” I whimper. My eyes fall to his devilish grin as he sucks his finger, pulling it out with a pop.
“That taste…your taste…” Zack groans. “I’m ravenous for it.” His eyes are dark and full of desire as they take in my body. “I’m so hungry for you, Evvy. Get comfortable because I’m gonna take my time enjoying my meal.”
Is it possible to come from words alone? If Zack keeps up the dirty talk I might find out. His mouth has always been my weakness.
Zack places his palms back on my thighs, applying gentle pressure before diving in. His warm tongue laps straight up my center, leaving a trail of tingling pleasure behind. My hips rock, trying to find some friction for my clit.
“I always loved how responsive you were,” Zack murmurs against my clit. The vibrations have me aching, and a moan slips from my lips. “I see nothing’s changed.” He laughs, lips still pressed to my clit, making my hips lift off the bed.
“Please, I need you.”
Zack lifts one of my legs up onto his shoulder and then slides a finger inside me, pumping in rhythm with his tongue. I'm floating. Just thinking about Zack’s tongue on me and his finger inside me, has me ready to explode. He adds a second finger, curling them up to just the right spot.
“Oh my, arrmaagod,” the words come out jumbled as Zack’s tongue applies firm pressure to my clit. Between the steady strokes of his tongue, and his fingers massaging that hard-to-reach spot, I’m about to burst.
“I’m so close,” I say through panting breaths that are becoming ragged as Zack eats like it’s his first meal in days. He flattens his tongue against my clit, and my back arches up off the bed.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Show me how much you love this,” he murmurs.
He licks steady circles as his fingers continue to massage deep inside me.
The orgasm builds, and builds, until I’m erupting.
The wave of pleasure sends a flood of heat washing over my entire body.
Every single cell tingles as Zack draws out my orgasm and I pulse around his fingers.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
And he isn’t kidding. Zack doesn’t let up on bringing me to the point of no return…
repeatedly. He’s sucking, licking, and plunging his fingers inside me like his life depends on it.
I’m writhing, with my thighs squeezing Zack's head as orgasm number three hits. When I finally come down I feel boneless, but the ache is still there. There’s an emptiness that can only be cured by one thing.
I sit up, body still trembling from all the sensations. Zack’s eyes meet mine, and the fire burning in them only seems stronger. “I need you inside of me, Zack. I need you to fuck me.”
His features soften as he leans in for a kiss. The brush of his lips has me melting. When he pulls back, I trace my lips with my tongue, tasting myself.
“Evvy, sweetheart, I so badly want to fuck you, but not tonight.” Zack tucks a piece of hair behind my ear before pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
My heart sinks momentarily because I so desperately want to feel him inside me. Actually, it’s not even a want. It's a need. I need to feel him. I need to be filled by him. I’ve been aching for him for far too long.
Zack holds my wrist in his hand, running his thumb over my tattoo.
“Tonight, I’m worshipping you.” The stroke of his thumb has me shivering.
“I want to remember every second of this. Savor it. Replay it in my mind forever. Tonight’s the night I get you back, and no, I’m not going to fuck you.
This is so much more. I’m taking my time with you.
I want to be going slow when I feel you pulse around my cock after all these years.
Tonight is soft. Tonight, I’m taking care of you.
There will be plenty of time for fucking later. ”
Holy shit.
Zack stands and slowly unbuttons his dress shirt.
My eyes don’t leave his body as I watch his fingers work.
He’s going so slow it feels like punishment.
It's so different from the version of Zack I got when we entered the room. This version of Zack is calm and methodical. The hunger is still there, but he’s every bit the professional athlete with his extreme focus.
He knows what he wants, and he’s going to take his time doing it.
Zack reaches the final button and pulls his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. My eyes immediately move to his chest and shoulder.
“Zack,” I whisper. I rise to my feet, and my fingers instinctively reach toward him—toward the ink marking him. “Is that…?”