The bulge pressing against my core tells me leaving is the last thing he wants to do, and I shake my head. “My bedroom is that way. But we can’t be as loud as we’re used to. I’m not looking to have the birds and bees talk with Bernie before I have to.”
Standing, he keeps me in his arms and carries me down the hallway off the kitchen to my bedroom. He sets me down and gazes at me with a look so intense that I think my clothes could actually burst into flames.
It’s hot. Really hot. And I squirm under his gaze.
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“I just can’t believe you’re mine.”
Yep, my clothes should be melting any moment now. I don’t remember feeling this hot.
He takes his time undressing me. First, he pulls my shirt over my head and places it onto the chair in the corner. Then, he unbuttons my jeans and slides them off, placing them on my shirt. My bra is next, and he gently kisses each breast, sucking only a moment on each nipple before tossing it onto the pile he’s created.
And when he gets to my panties, my body screams for his touch. His mouth. His fingers. All of him. Except, he pulls mypanties down so slowly that I can’t tell if he’s trying to torture me or cherish me. But eventually, I’m naked and bare while he’s still fully clothed.
“Well, this won’t do,” I say, my voice husky as I stand up in front of him.
Zep’s eyes never leave me as I gently push his leather off his shoulders and set it on my clothes. He has to help me with his shirt because he’s a bit too tall, and he bends down to take off his boots himself.
Hearing his footsteps when he walks, I can tell they’re heavy. Probably too heavy to take off in any way that remotely resembles sexy.
He stands back up, and I reach for his jeans. Now I understand what he was doing. He was admiring me the same way I’m doing to him. His ripped abs. Large biceps. Even his shoulders have muscles. And don’t get me started on his back. I’ve never seen such defined back muscles, and they’re surprisingly sexy.
His stomach sucks in when I unbutton his jeans, and sliding them down his thick, muscular thighs makes him gasp. Especially when I do us both a favor and take his boxers with them.
Stepping out of his jeans, Zep climbs onto the bed and lies down, his hand reaching out for me. I can’t get over this man in my bed. Everything he says is what I’ve wanted for so long, and I need to take the chance. I need to believe him.
I climb onto the bed with him, and he says, “Misty, I need—”
Now is not the time for talking, so I cut him off by moving to take his cock into my mouth. His lips form an O as I give him what I know he likes. And seeing him like this is one of my favorite versions of Zep.
He never asks for this, and I suspect he’s been turned down more than once by the woman he loved. All I want is to give himeverything he’s ever wanted. To show him he’s worth more than just giving pleasure to a selfish woman.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he moans.
His fingers massage my scalp when I hollow out my cheeks and suck. It causes his ass to lift off the bed slightly, and I feel in control. His pleasure is fully dependent on me right now.
“Not like this,” he says between pants. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
It ruins my plan—and my fun—but I release him. “I was more than happy to let you.”
“I know,” he whispers and pulls me up his body. “That’s what makes you so fucking special.”
“I’m special, huh?”
Positioning me over his cock, he smiles up at me with a delirious look. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Misty, and I don’t think I ever will again. You’re a walking contradiction, and I love it.”
He loves it. Not me, but it.
I’ll take it.
“Same, Zep.”
I lower onto him, and I moan as he fills me. Stretches me. Nothing and no one has ever felt as good as he does.
“Best view in the house,” he says and cups my breasts, roughly massaging them and tugging on my nipples.
Biting my lower lip, I grind against him, giving my clit the friction it needs. It still amazes me how quickly I find my climax with this man. Even on my own—knowing exactly what and how I like it—I don’t come this quickly.
