The cabin is two hours away, and the drive takes us through the same valley it always has. Everything around us is covered in snow, and it's all breathtakingly beautiful. It almost feels like no time has passed since the last time we took this drive.
"It's been so long since I've been here," I say, breaking the comfortable silence between us when he pulls into the tiny gas station we always stopped at as kids. "I wonder if Old Man Grump still works here."
Zayne gets out of his truck and stretches. "Why don't you go find out?"
I give him a mischievous smile. "Oh, I will. Do you want anything?"
His eyes roam my face, and then they settle on my boobs before meeting my eyes again. "Nothing you can get from in there."
His words register, and I sit up straighter. My panties are fucking soaked, and again, I thank the gods that I forgot to not use the scent blockers. I try to gracefully get out of the truck, but I end up slipping and barely manage to catch myself before hitting the ground. I make the weirdest little shrieking sound, and I wish the floor would just open up and swallow me whole.
"Ness?" Concern fills his voice as he comes over to my side of the truck and looks me over. "You okay?"
I play with my sweater and force a smile. "Yep."
The corner of his lips tilts up, and he gently grabs me by the hips. Pulling me closer, he runs his hands up my sides and back down to my hips. "Any injuries?"
Moisture pools between my thighs, and I clench them tight. Licking my lips, I ask, "Does my pride count?"
He nods, a grave expression on his face. "For some, it counts the most."
I have nothing else to say. I can't put a sentence together when all I want to do is stretch up and kiss him. Standing here, with Zayne's hands on me, his body heat warming me, I can't think of a reason not to kiss him.
Standing on my tiptoes, I circle my arms around his neck and press my mouth to his. It's probably not a very smooth kiss, but I need to kiss him more than I need to breathe.
But he doesn't kiss me back.
And I'm left standing here, my lips pressed against his, feeling like an idiot. Again.
Of course, he didn't want to kiss me. All that talk in his truck was just to make me feel better. He was probably hoping that by the time we got to the cabin, I would have forgotten.
They probably only invited me to come out of pity.
I move to pull away, but when I do, his hand tightens on my hips, and he pulls me flush against him and kisses me back.
Tilting his head to the side, he deepens the kiss, and when his tongue demands entry to my mouth, I open up for him willingly. Zayne growls, the sounds going straight to my pussy, and pins me against his truck, kissing me like he would die if he stopped. I gasp into his mouthas he squeezes my ass, and instinctively, I lift my thigh, wrapping it around his leg.
My skin feels like it's on fire as I arch into him, needing to be even closer. I let out a needy moan when I feel his massive, hard-on poking at me through his jeans. I have the insane urge to tilt my hips up so I can feel him against my core.
Zayne swears and breaks our kiss as I do just that. Looking down at me, his stormy gray eyes are dark with desire and need as they flash between mine. With another low growl, he closes the distance between our lips and kisses me again.
I moan when his hips grind into mine, the friction lighting up every nerve ending. I kiss him harder, dragging my teeth over his bottom lip.
A throat clears somewhere near us, and Zayne breaks free from the kiss, shifting his body to cover mine from whoever was there. "We don't need help."
"Mind moving the show along?" Oh god, I recognize Old Man Grump's voice and die a little inside. It feels like a bucket of ice-cold water has been dropped on my head.
I straighten and close my eyes as shame washes over me. I can't believe I lost control like that. It's never happened before.
That's because no one has ever made you feel like Zayne before.
"Got it," Zayne says, and I hear footsteps retreating. He turns to face me, cupping my cheek. "Sorry, Ness."
I open my eyes but keep them firmly on the ground. "You don't have to be sorry. I kissed you first."
He tilts my head up to look at him. "You just beat me to it. Go get those snacks you wanted while I get gas, and we can get up to the cabin."
I shake my head. "I don't want to go in and face Old Man Grump. I'll be okay without them."
