His own bedroom was nothing like I’d pictured. As in the spare room, there was an overflowing bookshelf covered with a random array of items, a nightstand with a lamp, and pillows piled high on the bed.
The living room also took me by surprise. There was a throw on the sofa, giving it a cozy feel, and a well-used coffee table with a candle placed in its center. The kitchen was clean, with a bowl of fruit on the counter. The whole place felt like a home, and being inside it was like receiving a warm hug.
“I love it,” I told Zeke.
He smiled. “I’m glad. I never got to have much of a home when I worked for the agency because I had to move a lot, and I was often undercover. I bought this house as soon as I started working with Ronan. It’s my favorite place to be.”
Emotion swelled within me. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”
He drew me into his arms and kissed me. “Thank you for making me want to.”
I buried my face in his chest. This whole situation, while lovely, was getting a little too sappy for either of us.
“How about you show me the bedroom again?” I suggested.
“Absolutely.”
We hurried back to the bedroom, shedding our clothes along the way. I draped myself over his pillows and ran my hands over my breasts, toying with my nipples, then dipping lower. His eyes darkened as they tracked my movements. He climbed onto the bed beside me and worked his strong leg between my thighs, the hairs rasping against my sensitive skin. I gasped and arched against him.
He licked his fingers and rubbed them over my pussy, teasing my clit and slipping into my wet heat. My hips rocked instinctively as he petted me, moving slowly as if he had all the time in the world. I rolled my body, thrusting my nipples toward him, hoping he’d get the memo and hurry up, but instead, he stopped touching my pussy and smoothed his palm over my inner thighs. Back and forth, skirting the edge of the burning flesh I so badly wanted him to touch.
I reached for his erection and wrapped my hand around it, loving the way he hardened even further in my grip. I worked my hand along his length and teased him with my thumb, stroking his slit, flicking the piercing, and smoothing the precum over his velvety head.
“You play dirty,” he murmured against my lips before capturing them in a filthy kiss full of tongue and panted breaths.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I straddled him and licked his cock from root to tip, then took it inside my mouth.
“Fuck!” He thrust, lodging himself in my throat. My eyes watered, and the sensation of having the Prince Albert piercing so deep was strange, but I swallowed around him, loving the way he twitched inside my mouth. His hands fisted at his sides and his jaw clenched. Damn, he was sexy.
I pulled back and caught my breath, then set to work driving him as close to the edge as possible without letting him tip over. Every time his breathing became ragged and his hips started to roll helplessly, I stopped.
“Enough teasing,” he groaned. “You’ve had your fun.”
“I have,” I agreed with a wicked grin. I crawled up his body and rubbed my sex against his cock, pleased when he gripped my hips and forced me to be still. Having this man be so close to losing it because of me was such a power trip.
I encircled his cock with my fingers and positioned it beneath me, then slowly sank onto him. He felt different inside me than anyone else ever had—and not only because of the piercing or because he was bare. Just by beinghim, it was different. Making love with Zeke was the most wonderful and intimate experience of my life.
“That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Ride me.”
I rose up and my head fell back as I dropped onto him again. I cupped my breasts, knowing he loved to see me touch them, and found a rhythm that worked me higher and tighter. I looked down at him, and his near-black eyes stared fiercely into mine. They made me feel sexy. Loved.
Adored.
“I love you,” I whispered, dropping my hands from my chest.
He reached for one of them, kissed my fingers, and nipped at the fingertips. “I love you too.”
My orgasm washed over me like a wave crashing on the shore, and left me shuddering with the aftershocks. Zeke thrust up into me a couple more times before he came witha growl. I lay against his chest, wishing with my whole heart that I could stay in the moment forever. I’d never felt so utterly happy to exist in the present. But if Zeke was my future, I was sure it wouldn’t be the last time I felt that way.
I couldn’t wait.
