Her eyelids fluttered. “I wouldn’t have guessed a flyboy would have such pretty words.”
“I just say it how I see it.” He slid both his hands over her shoulders, tugging her close until those glorious breasts pressed against his chest. She felt like heaven, and her small gasp shuddered through him. Desire was a hot, insistent fire in his gut.
He’d been lost for so long, coasting, running from the past. Now Ria had blazed into his life, making him think of the now, and maybe even of the future, for the first time in two years.
Zayn speared his hands into her hair. Then he ran his fingers down her intriguing ridges. She shivered. “They’re sensitive?”
“Yes.”
He traced them up and down again before he let his hands slide down her sides, following the curves and indents of her body. She moved under his touch, a sinuous undulation. She wanted this too and he saw no reason to keep denying them.
He cupped her buttocks, his fingers kneading flesh. “I want you, Ria.You. I want to touch you. Taste you. I want to sink my cock inside you, and drive us both crazy until you come all over me.”
Her breath hitched. “Are you sure?”
He knew what she was asking. One hand slid back up and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You, Ria.” With his other hand, he dipped between her muscled thighs, touched the heated damp flesh that begged for his touch. She jerked against his hand, but her gaze stayed on his.
He parted the petals of her sex, forcing himself to go slow, to not throw her on the ground, tear his clothes off and take her. He slid one finger inside her heat.
“Zayn!”
Using his thumb, he flicked at her swollen clit. “Just you and me, Ria. No one else. Do you understand?”
She nodded frantically. He eased another finger inside her, stretching the delicate tissues and this time she moaned aloud.
Now he kissed her. He took her mouth in a hard, firm kiss, and she instantly lit up. Her tongue was on his, her arms wrapping around him.
He needed more. So much more.
Like she read his mind, her hands were at his belt, fumbling with the catches. Seconds later, he helped her shuck down his jeans and tear off his shirt. Both naked, he cupped her bottom again and urged her up.
She wrapped her long legs around his hips, his cock brushing against the hot skin at her entrance. She moved against him, teasing him, her teeth white in the dark of the night. He liked seeing her happy, seeing her smile. He wondered what else he could do to make her smile.
She moved again, and the head of his cock lodged between her slick folds. They both stilled.
“Zayn.” His name was a violent whisper.
His fingers dug into her hip bones. “Take me, Ria. I’m yours.”
She lifted her hips and in one solid move, thrust down on his cock. He slid inside her in one perfect move. She was hot and tight, and a curse slipped from his lips.
“Not such pretty words now,” she managed with a laugh.
“My brains cells are drowning in pleasure. Can’t manage pretty sentences.”
“I don’t need them. I only need you.”
He supported her as she lifted herself up and down in a tantalizing slide that wound the tension higher in both of them. There was nothing in his head—no ghosts, no past, no present or future. Just Ria.
It was a long, slow ride. Desire curled like a hot fire at the base of his spine.
They moved together, straining against one another. Then she stiffened and her head fell forward. Her body trembled as an orgasm crashed through her. Her teeth bit into his shoulder, her scream muffled against his skin.
Nope, he’d never get enough of her. Zayn slammed into her one more time and then his own release took over, taking them both into oblivion.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was the cool night air on her bare skin that woke Ria.
