He gave me a shy smile. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” I replied, my voice husky. I scooted forward to the edge of the coffee table. “So, about that kiss…”
Zach’s gaze heated. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
He gently pulled his hands from mine and moved them to cup my face. He leaned down and tentatively pressed his lips against mine. Oh god, they were so soft. He made a small noise that sounded like surprise and then moved closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue touched the seam of my mouth, and I opened for him. With a low growl, Zach moved his hands to my waist and pulled me closer. I slipped my arms around his neck and, without stopping the kiss, moved to straddle his lap.
His hands dropped down to cup my ass, and I groaned into his mouth. “Yes,” I hissed. I started grinding my hips, feeling his thick, rigid cock up against my own erection.
Zach’s eyes widened and he pulled away from our kiss. “Holy shit. How does that feel so good?”
“See what you’ve been missing?” I leaned back because I wanted to check in with him. “Are you okay?”
He pulled me closer. “Hell yeah, I’m okay.” He took my mouth in a ravenous kiss like he was a starving man and I was his first meal. Our hips moved, rubbing our still-covered cocks together until my jeans became unbearably tight.
A familiar tingle began at the base of my spine, and I moved my hips back. Zach pulled back with a frown. “Something wrong?”
“Nothing fewer clothes won’t fix,” I said. “I haven’t come in my briefs since I was in high school, and I’d rather not revisit that embarrassment.”
A self-satisfied smile curved his plush lips. “Oh yeah?”
I playfully shoved his shoulder. “Don’t be so smug.”
Zach kissed my cheek and continued down my neck. When he got to the base of my throat, he looked up at me. “So, less clothing?”
I nodded. “My bedroom?”
His cheeks flamed red. “Yeah,” he said, his voice husky.
I moved to get off his lap, but he tightened his arms around me. “Where are you going?”
“To my bedroom,” I replied.
“I got this.” He stood, still holding me to him. I may have squeaked as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
Zach chuckled. “You’re cute.”
I stuck my nose in the air in mock indignation. “I am not cute. I am sophisticated and refined.”
He kissed my nose. “Uh-huh.”
When we got to my bedroom, Zach set me back on the floor. He stepped back from me, his previous confidence seeming to have deserted him. He stood with his eyes cast down and his posture stiff. “I’m not sure what to do from here.”
I took one of his hands and placed it on my chest. “Why don’t you help me undress?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
ZACH
I was in Miguel’s bedroom, and he was asking me to undress him. It was my every fantasy come to life. He looked up at me with his liquid brown eyes, smudged makeup, and his normally neatly styled hair a mess. I’d done that. And I wanted to mess him up more.
I started working on the buttons of his dark-green shirt. They were small and my fingers were big and clumsy with my desire to get them open in a hurry. After fumbling through the first two buttons, Miguel put his hands over mine and said, “Slow down. We have all night.”
“I know,” I replied hoarsely. “But I feel like I’ve been wanting this forever.” I did slow down anyway. Inch by inch, his smooth olive skin was revealed to me. His body was lean and fit. When the last button was conquered, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I ran my hands over his chest and stomach, stopping to tweak his dusky nipples.
“Zach,” he gasped. “You’re killing me.”
