Too late.
The way her eyes widen, I know my cock has poked her stomach.
“Oooh.”A surprised murmur falls from her lips, but her hand tightens on my jaw and she leans in, smelling fresh and lovely, her hands soft around my neck, as she presses her mouth against mine.
The final thread holding us back snaps.
I let her kiss me for a second or two, soft and hesitant, before my restraint snaps.My tongue sweeps into her mouth, not gentle or explorative, but hungry and desperate.
Fourteen years of unfinished want and frustration unleash.
My hand fists in the fabric of her blouse, knuckles tight, while the other slides to her waist, pulling her hard against me.Her soft, yielding body presses against me, fitting perfectly.The feel of her sends heat rushing through me.Thick, hot and needy.
“Zee,” she breathes, my name trembling on her lips.Her hands clutch at me, fingers curling, her mouth still open beneath mine, her breath uneven as she leans into the kiss instead of away.
I pull back just enough to see her face, to ground myself before I lose it completely.Her eyes are closed, lashes dark against flushed skin, lips moist, swollen and parted like she’s waiting for more.The sight of her like this, eager and responsive, makes my cock twitch like it needs immediate release.
Jesus.
She opens her eyes, glassy and dark.“Kiss me—”
She doesn’t need to ask again.My mouth crashes over hers, more urgent now, the kiss turning reckless as everything we’ve been holding back spills over.She answers me without hesitation, pressing closer, matching me beat for beat, until there’s nothing careful left between us.
She’s not the girl I remember.
She’s heat and want and danger, all rolled together, and I need her.
Her hands skate all over my body, up my back, across my shoulders, fingers splayed along my jawline, as she stares at me.I could kiss her all night long.
“Is this really happening?”I ask, when we pause for air.
She offers a soft smile from bee-stung lips.I stand up, arms still around her waist, before patting the kitchen island.She hops onto the countertop.I part her thighs and stand between her legs which she suddenly wraps around me.I seal her mouth with mine and we fall into another long, wet, soppy kiss.My hands move over her gently, but I’m fighting a primal urge, trying to be restrained.
And suddenly, I’m unsure of how to proceed.I don’t want to move too fast, but … An irritating ringtone cuts through the air like a saw.She jerks back, eyes wide, chest heaving, and for a split second we just stare at each other, panting and stunned.
The cell phone rings, annoying and insistent.
“That’s your phone, Zee.”
My brain is in my pants and I can’t think straight.I reach into my pocket.
It’s Dad.
Hell.Reality crashes back in and I force myself apart.I see the outline of her nipples darting out from the satin blouse.Barefoot, sitting on the kitchen island, legs parted, moist lips that beckon.It’s a wrench to pull myself away.
“My dad’s waiting for the document …” I take a step back, taking in the image of her, aroused and desperate for me.Only a fool would walk away.
She hops off the island, adjusts her blouse.“Let me get it for you.”
Chapter 22
ZACH
I can’t even think straight, because all the blood has drained from my brain and shifted to my cock.
Why the hell Dad wants this stock transfer form so badly, I don’t know, but my hard-on is painful, and I’m going to need it to calm down before I see him.I hate that we’ve been so abruptly interrupted.
Maya comes back with the share certificate in her hands.
