As one, we retreat. He jumps out of the SUV first, and my door’s halfway open before he tugs it wider, stepping into the space between it and me to unfasten my belt. Then, he grabs my knees and forcibly turns me toward him.
Laughing, I demand, “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve also been thinking about for weeks,” he answers, a determined cast to his jaw.
Taken aback, I let him do what he wants as he parts my thighs and steps between them. When he slides his hands under my ass, I glare at him, suddenly realizing what he’s going to do?—
“Zach, I’m too heavy!”
“Shut up. You weren’t too heavy that night and you’re not now.”
When he hoists me into his arms, I half-expect the veins in his neck to burst, but they don’t. He doesn’t complain about his back or tell me I’m better than a weight-lifting sesh at the gym.
No, he hauls me around like… well, I don’t know what.
I love my curves but a feather I’m not.
When he hitches me higher, that’s when I get it.
He hisses as his dick brushes against my jeans-covered pussy. “That night, I carried you like a…” His cheeks flush. “A bride. But all I could think about was this.”
His words stir a strange panic in me, but when his hands find my ass and knead it, the rush of arousal that triggers makes me sag into him.
“That’s it, gorgeous.”
He pushes me against the side of the SUV this time.
When he grinds his dick into me, my head falls back against the cool metal. Small, rhythmic pumps of his hips have me whimpering, unable to believe how good this feels.
And it’s Zach.
MyZach.
The deep, guttural groan that he releases sends tingles of wonder scuttling along my limbs.
“You need to get the keys out of my jeans’ pocket, Denver.”
Dazedly, I pat him down and snag the keys. He kicks the door closed with his booted foot and I lock it.
“We need our things.”
“They’ll be fine until tomorrow.”
“Your ride’ll stink by then.”
He grins. “I won’t complain if you don’t.”
“We can always open all the windows,” is my wispy retort as every step has his dick nudging me where I need it most.
I let my forehead meet his as he carries me to the elevator. Sure, I could walk, could argue, could do a thousand things, but he wants to do this and I’m not going to stop him.
It’s nice to feel little.
To not feel like a burden.
Nicer than I never even dreamed of imagining.
The doors to the elevator open and both of us blink when we see Wynter Kinnock standing there, lips parted in surprise.
