“Yes, it is. Now, get over here,” I told him. “I need help getting undressed.”
“Peeling these jeans off you will be my pleasure.”
And it was. Because every time an inch of skin was shown to him, he was moaning. Between our little make out session earlier and his sounds, the little scrap of material I was wearing was soaked. Although, by his low growl of appreciation, I’m assuming he liked them.
“Zeb,” I warned, stepping out of the clothing while he yanked my top off.
“What?”
“I haven’t been with anyone since my ex. I know there’s a gap between us and parts of my body are no longer youthful, but please be gentle.”
My eyes told him what my lips couldn’t say. That I needed this, but my heart was still fragile.
“Katie, you can think you’re older but let me tell you, you are still stunning and sexy. It will be my pleasure to fuck you senseless in ways you couldn’t even phantom.”
Oh, holy hotness, yes please!
“Show me how to ride, young man,” I teased him, squealing as he bent down, placed his shoulder in my stomach, and threw me over his shoulder, smacking my bare ass for good measure as he strolled to his room. Never have I had that happen, and let’s just say, my body sure liked that.
He tossed me down on the bed, glancing at his chest where a little bit of moisture had landed and he smirked.
“Must be wet for me.”
“I might be,” I teased.
He growled as he climbed on the bed, pulling my legs to the edge, then spread me wide. “Let me see.”
His gaze dropped to my pussy, and I had the urge to squirm away from him, never feeling so exposed, but also never feeling so turned on.
“Shit, so wet.”
Before I could blink, let alone think, he was on his knees, his head buried between my thighs, and his tongue was flicking against my clit. I cried out, my fingers diving through his hair, not sure if I wanted to keep him there or push him away.
“Zeb,” I moaned, arching up against his mouth.
Where the hell did he learn this?
His tongue was twisting inside me while his fingers were working as well, and I felt like all I was doing was floating. This was all new to me. Being desired and wanted in such a way, a way that I wasn’t certain was normal.
I had read tons of times that fighting was a great foreplay, and if that’s the case and that was ours, holy shit we were in for a hell of a night.
“You’re soaking me,” he grumbled as he feasted on my lips before diving his tongue back in.
“So…rry…,” I stuttered, even if I wasn’t.
My feet landed on the edge of the bed and when he sucked my clit into his mouth, his teeth nibbling on the tiny bundles of nerves, I lost what little control I had.
I came hard, loud, and long, feeling every part of my body become his with just that little action.
And when he climbed over me, his mouth glistening with my juice, the predatory look in his eyes, like he was going to claim me for the world to see, I didn’t stop him.
I did one more thing I hadn’t done.
I grabbed his neck and hauled him in for a kiss, tasting myself, and wanting so much more of that, and him. And I was determined to spend the rest of the night and into tomorrow doing just that.
Chapter 10
Zeb
