“Now, if she shows up tomorrow, I’ll be in a different type of trouble,” I say, stripping out of my jeans and boxers to free my cock as I make my way upstairs. “I may not be able to let her go as easily as she can. But that’s kind of the story of my fucking life, isn’t it?”
My hand pumps along my length as I enter the shower, not waiting for it to warm up before I step under the stream. The cold temperature hitting me does nothing to taper the need for a sexy brunette with beautiful blue eyes who just got off on my hand across the street.
Thinking about her pussy squeezing my cock like she did my fingers pushes me over the edge. I shoot my load against the shower wall as I imagine how she’d feel on my favorite body part.
“Maybe tomorrow. God, please let her show up tomorrow.”
Chapter Sixteen
Misty
What am I doing? I know this is nothing but a disaster waiting to happen, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Zep since he left last night. And I haven’t been able to put out the flame burning in my belly, either.
“Well, hello,” Zep says as he opens the door just as I reach the top of his porch.
Barbara and Walt came to get Bernie not even fifteen minutes ago, and I couldn’t wait. I’m actually surprised he’s awake because it’s ten in the morning.
“Figured I’d be seeing you tonight, not this morning.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and my head screams to run away. To protect myself because there’s no happy ending to this. And I’m not sure I can really keep myself detached as much as I say I do.
“It’s not a bad time?” I ask. My mouth is suddenly dry, and I feel like I might pass out.
He smiles and moves to let me into the house. “Now’s perfect.”
The door shuts, and I resolve to not let myself fall for this man. No matter how good he may be in the bedroom. “No strings, right?”
A shadow crosses his face, but he just nods. “Of course.”
Something in his response makes me pause. Is this a mistake? I’m about to say something about this being a bad idea when he presses me against the back of the door and kisses me. His lips on mine make me forget everything I was about to say.
“Do you want me?”
I nod and then pout when he pulls away, my body leaning toward him for more. “What’s wrong?”
Is this a joke? He gets me revved up to turn me down? Tell me to go back home and call up Rob for a second round of pathetic-ness?
“Say it, Misty.”
“Say it?”
I sound like an idiot, but the blood isn’t exactly rushing toward my brain right now. I’d rather be stripped naked and ravaged.
“I’m not going to touch you again until you say it. Say you want me.”
It seems like such an odd request considering I walked over here to take him up on his offer, but I’ll say whatever he needs because I don’t just want him to fuck me. Ineedhim to.
“I want you, Zeppelin Molloy.”
His lips claim mine again, and our mouths move as though we’re in a duel with the other. A fight of passion I haven’t felt in a long time. If ever.
I knew his fingers were magical after last night, but feeling them on my skin as he slowly lifts my shirt, pulling it over my head and onto the entryway floor makes me pant.
If he doesn’t do something more than kiss me soon, I might just explode. Every inch of skin is nothing but nerve endings firing off with every touch. Every graze. Every kiss.
He unclasps my bra and drags it slowly down my arms until it, too, drops on the floor. A wicked smile appears on his face as he bends down to kiss my bare chest. His tongue flicks my nipple while his right hand twists my other one, and I can’t stop the moan.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin.
