“Louise,” he groans, dropping his chin slightly, but his eyes don’t leave mine. “You can’t look at me like that.”
“Why not?” I whisper back, licking my lips. I know why. And I shouldn’t be encouraging it.
His eyes zero in on the movement and I can see the way his jaw tightens in reflex. His fingers clamp down tighter on the ledge of the counter at his sides.
Anchoring himself in place.
Hiatus be damned. I want Zach.
IlikeZach. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t.
Taking a small step forward, I drop my arms from where I’ve had them crossed over my stomach. I’m braless—I hadn’t had much time to change when he’d come knocking on my door hours ago—and I don’t even care that my nipples are straining through the thin material. His eyes don’t dip from mine, though I watch as his throat bobs as he swallows hard.
“Why not, Zach?” I ask again, taking another step forward. There’s only about five feet that separates us now. Another step. Four. Another. Three.
Another brings us close enough that if either of us reached out, we could touch the other. His gaze is hot, fierce, as he stares down at me. Chest rising and falling unsteadily beneath the t-shirt stretched across it. The black and gray floral tattoo on his right arm extends from beneath the short sleeve and clear down to his wrist. I love it. I’ve stared at it far too many times. I also so badly want to know if there are any more tattoos hiding beneath his clothes.
“I can’t,” he groans out, the words pure gravel. Pained. “My hands are tied. You know that.”
“They don’t look tied to me,” I whisper. Taunting.
He groans, dropping his chin until it nearly touches his chest. “You know what I mean. I can’t want you like this, Louise. Not right now. Not with what’s at stake on my end.”
“But you do.”
“Fuck yes, I do,” he rasps, dragging his eyes up my body. They linger on my chest, where I know my nipples are tenting the thin fabric. I shiver, despite the warm air, and can feel when they tighten further under his intent gaze. “I have since the first fucking second I laid eyes on you, Princess. With your hand on my dick and that pretty mouth just waiting to be taken.”
The air whooshes out of my lungs in a rush at his filthy words. Holy shit.
“Fuck, the ways I’ve thought about what I’d like to do to you… You’d be running out that fucking door,” he breathes, his eyes coming back to mine. I’m a fucking mess. Wet and aching and good god I want to know what he’s got in mind. I want him to tell me. To show me. “The things I want to do to that ass…”
My eyes widen and he smirks, just slightly. It sends a thrill through me. Does he mean…
“Yeah, Princess,” he rasps, that smirk still in place, as if reading my mind. I shiver again. “I want to fuck your ass. Goddamn, do I ever. Well, first I want to turn it red for tempting me the way you do…the way you have for fucking weeks. And then I want to fuck it.”
Blood roars through my ears, my breathing kicking up a notch. “Oh, fuck,” I barely manage to whisper.
“Yes,” he breathes back, tilting his head just slightly, that dark gleam in his eyes lighting me up from the inside out. His fingers flex on the ledge again, his knuckles turning white with how hard he’s gripping there. Barely holding on. “When I fuck you—because it’s not a point of if, butwhen—that’s exactly how it will be;I will fuck you, Lou. Hard. And I won’t stop until you’rescreaming as you come all over my cock. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
This Zach is dangerous. So fucking sexy and dangerous. Like something inside of him has snapped and is finally breaching the surface.
Gone is the sweet cinnamon roll girl dad, gone is the grumpy neighbor that communicates in grunts. In their place is a man that I would happily let ruin me, if he wanted to. I’ve never had a man speak to me like this… probably because I’ve only ever been with immature fuckboys… and damn if it’s not heady and filthy and just a touch terrifying. What would it be like to be fucked like that? By someone thatknowswhat they’re doing? I go a little weak just imagining it. Is that what being dickmatized is?
“No sassy remarks?” he teases, smirking just a little, and I realize I’ve been staring dumbly at him, my brain buffering to wrap around his words. “Did I finally shock that smart mouth of yours into silence?”
“Zach, if you wanted me quiet, there are other ways you could have achieved that.”
“Fuucckkk, Lou,” Zach groans low, pulling his bottom lip through his teeth sharply and rolling his head back across his shoulders. The way those straight, white teeth sink into the flesh of that lower lip makes me weak.
Iwant to bite that lip. I’ve been daydreaming about it for weeks.
He shifts on his feet, rolling his hips, and for the first time I let my gaze drop to his lap. The tented bulge behind the material of his sweatpants is…well…
Huge. I want to reach out and trace the outline of it. I want to cup it.
Fuck that.I want totasteit. I lick my lips.
“Louise,” he snaps to get my attention, his hips shifting again, but his hands never release that death grip he’s got on thecounter edge behind him. We stare at each other, neither of us moving.
