In the haze of disbelief and desire, she barely registered his low curse in Arabic before he was in her arms, the door slamming shut behind him—cutting off the bodyguards.
Then he kissed her.
It had been twenty-nine hours since their last kiss.And yet, the second his lips touched hers, time collapsed.
She moaned, her arms winding around his neck, pulling herself closer.
She was ravenous—and her need only fed his.
Her fingers roamed, memorizing the contours of his chest, shoulders, arms.Andhis kiss—dear heaven.The way he kissed!He didn’t just press his lips to hers.Hedevouredher, teasing and tasting, coaxing her mouth open and dancing with her tongue.
No clumsy pressure.No awkward angles.Just pure, consuming skill.
When his teeth tugged on her bottom lip, and his hands mapped the curves of her body, Azlyn shivered.
“What about dinner?”she whispered, her fingers already tugging at his shirt buttons.She nearly tore the fabric in her urgency.
“Later,” he growled.
She heard the sound of her zipper slide down—smooth and predatory.A moment later, the dress fell away.
Azlyn had never felt this kind of need before.Normally, trust took time.Months.
But with Zayn, she didn’t want time.
She wantedhim.
“More,” she gasped, shoving his jacket off, her hands spreading his shirt open.
“I need you naked,” he rasped into her ear, nipping her lobe.
Her knees nearly buckled.
Then he lifted her—effortlessly—and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.His erection pressed against his slacks, and as her core rubbed against him, a bolt of lightning ripped through her body.
She gasped, stunned by the friction, the heat, the sharp, delicious ache of anticipation.
They froze, breathing hard, locked in each other’s gaze as pleasure trembled between them—imminent, electric.
She shifted, ever so slightly, and felt those shock waves roll through her again.In a whoosh, Azlyn’s breath left her lungs, her fingers tightened on his shoulders and…she did it again.That was all she needed.Her body exploded into an orgasm that was as shocking as it was joyous.
She moaned, shifting herself against his hips, as the waves of intense pleasure rolled over her again and again.
When it was finally over, she opened her eyes, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips.She found herself looking up at him.He’d carried her into her bedroom, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
“That was hot!”he growled, pulling her hips firmly against him to prolong the pleasure.“But the next time that happens, I’m going to be deep inside of you!”
Azlyn laughed, almost giddy now.He pulled away from her and she pushed up onto her elbows, watching as he stripped off his clothes.
“What about dinner?”she asked, feeling saucy now that the intensity had eased slightly.
“Later,” he grumped, grabbing the backs of her knees to more fully cradle him.He was completely nude now and she gasped at his massive erection.It was long and thick, her fingers itched to explore it.But he clearly had other plans.“Much later!”
Then his hot, talented mouth captured one of her nipples, his tongue lashing at the tip through the barely there lace of her black bra.Azlyn groaned, her head falling backwards as heat surged through her.He pulled her bra cups down and then his mouth was over her nipple without the feeble protection of the lace.It was even hotter than she expected, her body quaking with shock and need.
“These have to go,” Zayn hissed, then Azlyn heard a ripping sound as her panties were torn away.
Azlyn didn’t mind since she could now feel all of him against her bare skin.Waves of heated desire washed over her skin.However, that heat came with an aching, desperate need for so much more.Suddenly, her body wasn’t nearly as satisfied as it had been moments before.Rolling her hips against his, she tried to find that relief again.
