Chapter 22
Avidya
I quickly learned that there was never a dull moment. Having any alone time with my new husband was becoming harder with the more people that knew about our little adventure. I wouldn’t change, it, though.
Given, it was getting late in the morning and Zachariah should already be off to work. Instead, I was using him as my personal pillow. I may have made it nearly impossible for him to go to work. On purpose.
My head was on his chest, hearing his steady thump of his heart against my ear. My fingers ran through his soft chest hair on their own accord. His hand played with the ends of my hair, nearly luring me back to sleep after another fun filled morning.
I loved waking up next to him, even with being naked after a late night of passion. I never wanted to move from this spot. I could die here happy.
The doorbell, once more, rang through the house. Zachariah sighed, his body stiffening.
“I better go see who’s here,” he stated quietly. But I knew he didn’t want to move either.
With a sigh of my own, I pushed myself up into a sitting position, keeping the sheet up over my breasts. Zachariah flung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood before going to the closet to get clothes.
I shamelessly stared at his butt as he walked and couldn’t help but notice the two dimples that were just above his butt.
I confess—I was in love with his butt.
“Staring at me like that makes it even harder to leave you there,” he stated over his shoulder.
I gave him the most innocent smile I possibly could with a small shrug. I didn’t want him to leave me here. I didn’t want him to go answer the door, most of all, I didn’t want him to get dressed.
“Avidya,” Zachariah sighed out in a low groan of lust. “Stop looking at me as though you could eat my ass.”
“I want to lick it,” I mumbled. The words, although more to myself, came out louder than I intended. Instantly, my cheeks flooded with embarrassment.
“My naughty kitty,” Zachariah growled, walking out of the closet as he pulled his pants up over his hips.
I couldn’t be happier that the closet was in view of the bed. Although, I wanted to lick something else now that the thought popped into my head.
I think my husband turned me into a sex monster.
The doorbell rang. Again.
“Fuck!” Zachariah cursed, quickly tossing his shirt over his head.
I couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.
“You might as well get dressed, too,” he sighed out. “Whoever is here must think it’s an end of the world issue.”
“Alright,” I muttered out, still staring at him. I would never, ever tire of watching my husband do anything.
I knew our moment was over, it had been at that first ring of the doorbell. I loathed the idea that we had been interrupted, but at least we had finished what I may have started.
“Woman!” he groaned out, noticing the look of want on my face. “You’re gonna kill me!”
He paused for a moment, trying to calm down his need.
“I’ll meet you downstairs,” Zachariah grumbled. He didn’t want to leave me, either.
With one last shake of his head, he walked away, out of the bedroom and went to answer the door.
I couldn’t help but let a fit of giggles come out. I never expected to be feeling the things that I do. I had never expected to know what falling love was like. Least of all, with Zachariah.
It was truly amazing with what he was able to draw out of me. I knew he wasthe onefor me, and nothing would ever tear us apart. Ever.
