It’s embarrassing how quickly he unravels me with just his masterful fingers. I’ve barely settled back into my own skin when he rolls me onto my back, climbing atop me, setting hot kisses to my throat.
“Skies, I’ve dreamed of this,” he breathes, voice cracked with longing. “You—just like this.”
His eyes are dark, his lips, ravenous.
“I’ve been starving for you, Mayah. All these months. Right beside me, yet painfully out of my reach.” His teeth nip at my earlobe, his stubble rough against my cheek. “I need to taste you, baby. If that’s not what you want, you need to tell me to stop.Now.”
My eyes lock with his with a painful desperation, fingers curling in his dark hair.
“Don’t stop.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs.
Stubble scraping against ribs, a soft kiss pressed over my navel, tongue dipping inside just for a heartbeat, and then he’s—oh.
I forget who I am.
I forget why I’m here.
Zev. Zev. Only Zev.MyZev.
I can’t, I-I need, I’m going to—
The tide crests, and I go with it.
He doesn’t stop.
“No more, I can’t take any more,please,” I keen, thighs clenched around his head in a death grip.
“One more,” he growls into my flesh. “Give me one more.”
And I do.
I’m a boneless, melted heap of pure contentment when Zev crawls back up and gives me a slow, slick kiss that tastes like the sweetest sin.
“You have no idea the power you hold over me,” he murmurs against my lips. “You undo me, Mayah.”
He wraps me in his strong arms, nuzzling my neck and breathing in my scent.
He doesn’t ask for anything else.
But I want more. I wanthim.
And I’m tired of fighting it.
Chapter Forty-Two
Hisskinisscorchingbeneath my fingers as I trace gentle lines into his chest. Beneath my palm, his heart pounds in a strong, frenzied drumbeat. My fingers inch lower, over the defined ridges of his abdomen, nails raking through the thin trail of hair beckoning toward the waistband of his sleep trousers—
Long, graceful fingers curl around my wrist. Zev brings my hand to his face, pressing my palm against his stubbled jaw. “It’s all right,” he murmurs, longing threaded through every word. “You don’t have to.”
Tides, this man.
“Please,” I breathe, sliding my free hand over his heart. My lips find the corner of his mouth in a sweet, chaste kiss.
He doesn’t seemed convinced, but he also doesn’t stop me when I free my captive hand and trail it over his abdomen. Molten gray eyes watch my every move, but I don’t like the wariness in them.
The hesitation. The fear.
