That shut her up and he made his way inside. The door wasn’t locked. “Y’all just too damn free in Juniper for me,” he fussed.
“It’s safe out here.”
“Until it ain’t.”
Zaire did his best to walk as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake Ray or Magnolia.
He carried her up the stairs his heartbeat loud enough that she could feel it through his back.
He set her down gently on the edge of her bed, hands not leaving her waist right away.
“Okay.” Zaire stepped back even though he didn’t want to. “Go to sleep. I’m out.”
She reached out, grabbing his hand. “Stay.”
“Meadow…” Zaire dragged her name like it hurt for him to walk away.
She tugged him closer, standing up slowly. Meadow looked into his eyes, there was no giggle, no haze from the weed and too many rum punches. “Zaire,” she whispered, “I want you…so fuckin’ bad.”
Every part of him tightened.
He lifted her hands off his chest. “Nah,” he shook his head. “Not like this.”
Her lip trembled, not in a sad way…not drunk either, just…wantinghim.
She stepped back and peeled off her top, letting it drop to the floor.
Zaire’s eyes snapped shut trying to calm the beast she was so desperate to wake up. Then they opened again. Dark…hungry. His jaw flexed. “Meadow…”
She slid her skirt down slowly, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out of it.
He swallowed hard, throat bobbing.
“Don’t walk away from me,” she begged. “Not tonight…please.”
He cursed under his breath, but still he turned and walked toward the door. Zaire was fighting the strain of his dick against his jeans the unique pacing of his heart. He wanted her too. So fuckin’ bad that he could already taste her in his mouth.
Allowing his erratic heart and hard dick to change his mind, he did a smooth about-face. His longs legs had him in her facewithin two steps. His mouth crashed into hers, knocking all the wind out of her.
It was sexy, coated in a deep desire Meadow could feel transferring from her tongue to his.
He kissed her like he’d been holding himself back since the first “hey.”
His hand cupped her jaw with just enough pressure to warn her that he was going to fuck her into the floor.
Her fingers dug into his waist and their breaths tangled, becoming one, as if she was begging him to fuck her into the floor.
Meadow pressed her body against his, dragging him closer.
He lifted her by the hips, slamming her back against the wall. “Damn,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’m gon’ ruin you, baby…I want to fuckin’ ruin you.”
“Do it,” she choked, taking gulps of breath to breathe. “I want you to,cuh.”
That made him smile against her lips before his tongue was back in her mouth. His hands roamed her sides, her back, her hips…everywhere he’d pretended not to look when she dropped her clothes.
He groaned when her nails scraped up his spine.
Meadow kissed him deeper, wetter, needier.
