Swallowing, I look down at my plate, feeling like this is a moment they should share alone.
Zayden is quiet.‘Well, we are here now.That’s what matters, right?’
‘Yeah.I suppose you’re right.’
I finally dare to look up and she smiles at me, looking warm but also apologetic for having brought it up during dinner.
‘Well,’ Zayden says, still chewing his last mouthful.‘Who wants dessert?’
The moment we’re through the door, Zayden’s mouth is on mine.
The kiss is deep, hard and fuelled with desperate longing.His fingers are in my hair, his body flush against mine, and my back is slammed against the wall.He pulls back, resting his forehead on mine.
‘Are you sure you’re ready for this?’he asks me, voice breathy.
‘Yes,’ I reply.‘I need you.I need more.’
The small gap between us closes and I loop my arms around his neck.He presses harder into me, and I know this time, there is nothing stopping us.I’ve been wanting to do this with him since the moment I laid eyes on him.
His tongue is dominant and teasing as he plays it against mine, making the fluttering sensation that only he has ever made me feel wash through me.Tingles erupt throughout my body and I kiss him harder, almost impatiently.
We are moving and then I’m falling.My back lands on the bed and there’s a brief moment of nothing, before his hands are everywhere, all over my body, his mouth dragging across my throat.I arch into him, needing to be closer, even though there is no space left between us.
He pulls back, fumbling for the bottom of my dress.He peels it off my body and discards it to the side.His eyes are dark as he assesses me, lust and adoration swirling in his gaze.
‘I’m so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea,’ Zayden says breathlessly.
I reach behind me to undo my bra at the same time he throws his shirt off.His mouth encloses my nipple and I moan.This is the second time his tongue has touched me there and I’m becoming addicted to the feel of it.
Reaching up, I place my hands against his chest.His heart hammers beneath his skin, mirroring the rhythm of mine.
His hands skim down the sides of my body and he hooks his fingers in my waistband, pulling my underwear down my thighs.I can barely breathe as the air nips at my exposed skin.I used to be so self-conscious, but with Zayden, I don’t need to be.He makes me feel bold, sexy and powerful.
‘You are so beautiful.Inside and out.’
I wish I could reply, but my brain is not connecting to my mouth.I can only focus on his hands on my body and all the sensations exploding through me.My eyes meet his and I fall a little bit more in love with him.
Rolling my hips – something I learnt Zayden very much enjoys – I grind myself against him, the friction feeling delightful.
‘The moment I first saw you, I felt something for you,’ he admits.
‘I did, too,’ I reply, breathlessly.‘I never thought it would happen between us.You’re so far out of my league.’
Zayden scoffs, looking completely baffled by my words.‘Absolutely not.You’re perfect.’He lowers himself and ghosts his lips against mine.‘Perfect for me.’
He rears back then, pulling down his pants, and I admire the hard tightness of his body.The tanned skin, the dark tattoos, the dishevelled hair.All for me.All mine.His hardness presses against my thigh, and the skin on skin feels incredible.
‘Are you sure?’he asks, eyes flashing to mine.
‘Very sure.’
He nods, reaching for his wallet, and pulls out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth.He glides it across his length, and I squirm on the mattress, anticipation running through me.He slides a finger inside me and groans when he feels me.
‘You’re dripping for me, Vixen.’
‘Always dripping for you,’ I confess.
‘Fuck.’
