“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he growls in my ear.
“I’d rather play with other things.”
I almost squeal when he whips us around and carries me to my bedroom.
“You can play with anything you want.”
“I want. I really, really want.”
We strip out of our clothes like we’re in a race to see who finishes first, and then he’s in bed with me, his cock ready and willing. Just like me.
Kissing, I stroke him, and I almost laugh. I’d say this brings me back to my teenage years, but considering I got knocked up at fifteen, I kind of skipped the fooling around stage and went right for the sex.
“I can’t remember the last time I had a hand job,” Zep jokes as his fingers toy between my legs.
He’s one of the few men I’ve met who knows how to find the clit without a map, and better yet, he knows what to do with it.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper against his lips.
My thumb rubs along his head, spreading the precum, and he shivers. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Isthat right?”
“Being gone on a two-day run has never been harder to get through than it has since we decided to make this thing between us real. I fucking missed you two.”
Releasing him, I cup his face. “I love when you say things like that.”
“Yeah? How about this one? How do you want it? Fast? Slow?”
“Make love to me.”
We’ve fucked. We’ve had slower sex. But we have never made love before.
His eyes darken as he rolls me onto my back and hovers above me. My request seems to spark something inside him, and his whole demeanor changes.
His kisses change. The way he moves his hips once he’s inside me changes. The touches and nuzzles and moans are all different.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Misty,” he whispers into my ear as he thrusts.
Every move he makes is deliberate and amazing. “Why haven’t you?” I ask, my voice low as a moan rumbles in my throat.
“Because I wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”
Looking into his eyes, I give him a sad smile. “If you want something, tell me. You’re allowed to want things, Zep. Certain acts may not be as easy to agree to, but this one is a no-brainer.”
“No-brainer?”
I smile. “You’re not used to being shown tenderness. That you matter, too. You matter, Zep. Your feelings matter, and your desires can be shared.”
“You make me feel like I’m worth something, Misty.”
Cupping his face, I kiss him gently. “You’re worth a lot more than something.”
Even though the words were never said, I think Zep knows how I feel. That I love him. And soon, I’ll find the strength to admit it to him.
To be brave enough to say the words.
Chapter Twenty-Six
