She put one hand on his lower back, pressed lightly, guiding him closer to the pole. Then she stepped in front of him, her back against his chest, his breath hitting the top of her shoulder.
He didn’t touch her like he’d threatened, not while she was in control.
“Lift your hands,” she gave the next command.
He raised them slowly. She guided them to the pole above her head. His palms pressed against the metal. His arms caged her in.
His voice brushed her ear. “You know what this look like, right?”
“What?”
“You lettin’ me trap you.”
She turned her face until her lips brushed his jaw. “You’re not trapping me. I’m right where I want to be.”
His entire chest rose in one slow pull of air.
She slid her hips back into his dick.
Zaire made a sound so low it shook her. “Baby…” he warned.
She did it again.
He grabbed her waist without thinking, big hands gripping, pulling her even closer, forgetting the “hands behind your back” rule she’d set.
“You’re cheating,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered into her ear. “And what you gon’ do about it?”
She turned around, their bodies brushing in the smallest, hottest ways. She hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her mouth. He looked at her like she was something he’d never get tired of staring at.
His voice dropped. “You look like my woman.”
Meadow’s stomach flipped. “Do I?”
“Yeah,” he said, grabbing her hips, “let me show you.”
She backed up until her thighs hit the bed. He followed, crowding her, kissing her passionately like he’d been trying not to touch her since the second she touched the pole.
The softness from earlier crept back in, it wasn’t rushed, or messy. He wasn’t trying to prove anything. His hands moved along her waist, lifting her onto his lap once they sat on the edge of the bed. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, the little spot under her jaw that always made her breath stutter.
Meadow slid her hands into his waves, tugging lightly. “I wanted you to see me,” she whispered.
“I see all of you,” he murmured against her skin. “You’re beautiful, you’re strong, and you’re fuckin’ mine.”
She shivered. “Play the song again.”
He smirked. “Say please.”
She pushed his shoulder. “Zaire…”
He leaned in and kissed her again then reached over and tapped the button on her phone.
Daniel Caesar’s voice floated back into the air like the room had been waiting for it.
Zaire laid her back on the bed gently. He hovered over her, his forehead touching hers, his lips brushing her mouth before he spoke again. “You sure you want this tonight?”
Meadow wrapped her legs around his waist and answered without a single doubt. “I want youeverynight.”
