Bingo.
“Okay,and?What’s wrong with that? You said nothing can happen between us, right?” I ask, keeping my tone as level as possible, fighting the pounding of my heart in my chest. “He’s single, isn’t he? I’m single, and Ireallylike those slutty little glasses—”
One of Zach’s hands leaves the wall and grips the brim of my hat, yanking it off my head and tossing it to the floor, and then encircles the front of my throat, making me gasp. His palm is warm against my neck, fingers biting just the slightest. He shoves my head up again so that I’m forced to meet his furious blue gaze.
He’s glorious.
“What’s wrong with that,Princess, is that less than six hours agomy cockwas nine inches deep in this pretty throat.”
Grinning, I whisper past the tightness of his grip on my throat and breathe, “Nine is being a little generous, don’t you think—”
“Louise, I will reacquaint you with every fucking inch if this smart mouth keeps talking,” he whispers gruffly, leaning close so that his lips feather across my cheek.
It makes me weak. God, I am loving this side of Zach. Jealous. Unhinged. Finally giving in to whatever this magnetism is between us. His fingers tighten, just a tiny bit, and I can’t help the sigh that leaves me.
His mustache tickles the corner of my mouth as he whispers, “And then I’ll turn you over my goddamn knee and turn this ass red for being a brat.Try me.”
“What’s the matter, big guy?” I taunt on a whisper, dragging my own lips closer to his. His grip tightens around my neck, holding me still. Keeping my mouth from touching his. “Did it make you jealous?”
“Fuck yes,” he admits on a low growl, his lips moving against my cheek. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to make me crazy. Is this what you wanted to happen?”
Roughly, he shoves one of his knees between my thighs as he shifts closer, pinning me to the wall with every inch of his body. Holy shit. The upper part of his hard thigh rubs against the apex of mine and I moan, grinding against it wantonly, shamelessly. I nod. “Zach.”
I can feel the way his mouth splits in a grin against my cheek. “That’s what I thought.Should I remind you which brother you prefer?”
I nod frantically, moving my head as much as his grip will allow. I try to turn my head toward his again, but his grip is too strong. The whine that leaves me is pathetic, but I don’t care. I just want his mouth on mine. I’m desperate to finally taste him. “Please, Zach. Kiss me.”
“I don’t ever want to hear you talk about my brother or his glasses again, do you understand?” he asks, his breath warm against my lips. The bastard is teasing me!
Well. I mean I guess I deserve that.
I can’t help the grin that tugs at my mouth. I grind against the thigh still pushed up between my legs in response. The friction is incredible. I moan again.
His fingers tighten around my throat, his thumb and fingers depressing on either side, and he growls. I gasp sharply, our gazes locked. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, Louise. When I ask a question, you will answer it quickly.”
“Yes,” I breathe, as much as I can around the restriction of his hand. It’s just enough to restrict my airflow but not close it altogether. Fuck it’s hot. “Yes, I understand. I won’t talk about your sexy single brother or his slutty glasses—”
“Are you trying to earn a punishment, Louise?” he rasps brokenly, his breath puffing against my lips on a chuckle.Dragging his mouth over mine, it’s just enough to tease, but not enough to taste.
I whine again, straining to catch his lips with mine, but he angles away once more. I mewl in frustration, but he doesn’t relent. He just waits.
Staring into those hypnotizing blue eyes of his, I admit on a whisper, “Yes.”
“You want me to spank this big round ass, Lou?” he asks, gripping one of my ass cheeks in his other palm, squeezing roughly. He grinds his erection into my belly, and I groan and nod frantically. Fuck yes. “Do you think you need to be taught a lesson, baby?”
“Yes,” I beg, nodding again. “Please, Zach,just kiss me—”
Angling his mouth over mine, he seals my lips with his.
Finally.
A guttural groan rumbles out of his chest and into mine where he’s pressed flush against me now. Tongues tangling, breaths mingling, he kisses me like a man starved, and honestly, same.
The fingers beneath my jaw push up lightly, tilting my face up and back as he fuses our mouths together more firmly. Goddamn the man knows how to kiss.
I give in to temptation and lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck, raising onto my tiptoes to kiss him more thoroughly, all the while riding his thigh that’s still pressed between mine.
I groan when he grinds his hips against mine and I can feel just how hard he is against me. Our lips meld, tongues battling, our moans mingling together. The hand on my ass squeezes, then smooths, palming the round fullness as he presses me closer against him. The fingers around my throat loosen, sliding around until he’s clutching the back of my head in his palm, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of my neck.
