I dragged the fruit around to draw a lopsided circle on the tile, then repeatedly pressed it down until it was a flat splotch of jam to play with. It clung to my toes and streaked the floor. But it wouldn’t stain. It never did.
Zack stood by my side, watching and massaging. At some points, I sensed his gaze lingering on my face instead of the scene. Was this silence deafening or reverent? Respectful or horrified? I squeezed the fleshy fruit down to jam, then backed up. I trailed the camera after my pink, sticky footprint for a final shot. It was almost pretty. Avant-garde art. The art of fetish, I guessed.
I lowered my phone and turned to Zack. My heart raced. “So, what do you think?” I asked.
He brushed my hair over my shoulder, the gentleness of his calloused fingertips more welcome than silk sheets. “I think…you can make anything sexy,” he said. “Even making a mess of a perfectly good fruit. At least this time, you didn’t throw it at anybody.”
I laughed, the force of it ripping through some imaginary corset around my ribs. He still liked me. I could breathe. I knocked into him with my hip. “Be careful, I still have some produce in the fridge.”
He squeezed my shoulder and smiled. “I can handle anything you throw at me, Nic.”
“Anything?” Like feet pics, clients, and maybe a few boundaries with his family?
“Anything,” he declared.
He couldn’t meaneverything, but the earnest way his eyes crinkled at the edges told me we’d be in this together. Working. Loving. Laughing. Everything those damned cheesy New Year’s Eve posts told me would be coming.
I reached for a hug, but once our gazes locked, I wanted more.
My heart danced. I’d finally found someone who not only let me shine, he lit my fire.
His normally loud voice quieted to a rasp. “Do you still need to make that other video?”
“In a minute. I need to try something else, first,” I said, and leaned in for a kiss.
43
All of Me
Zack's lips were soft and warm. The first kiss was gentle, dipping our figurative toes into the romantic aspect of our relationship again. But the second kiss came quicker. Longer. Soon, I was fully submerged in making out with Zack. My body sang under his touch.
I opened my mouth and pressed myself flush against him.More, my bones demanded.Closer.
He sucked my upper lip and hoisted me onto the edge of the counter.
I hooked my legs over his wide hips. Something about being pinned between a wall of muscle and a hard counter made the fact I wasn’t wearing underwear all the more exciting.
He rubbed my legs and pressed his forehead to mine. “What do you want?” He might as well have been stroking my pussy instead of my thighs.
“All of you,” I said, rubbing against him.
He inhaled sharply. “Right now?”
“Forever.” My thighs clenched around nothing as he pulled away.
Oh, no, I was probably coming on too strong. I scooted back and caressed his chest. “I meant—”
“Forever.” He grabbed me by the nape of my neck and slammed into me for a kiss.
Damn. I fucking loved this quarterback.
We embraced tightly, then groped whatever was nearest, whether it was muscles, ass, or breasts. There were too many barriers still between us. I fumbled for his zipper.
“You first,” he said breathlessly.
“But I’m already naked.”
He smirked, then sucked his fingers clean.
