I’ve never had a man, or even a friend, besides Lynx, take the time to pull me back from my self-pity, so how can I say no. My heart melts just a little bit more for this man as I open my eyes. I’m momentarily shocked as I take in a sharp inhale when I see him looking at me with so much adoration. “Believe me, Rez. You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he says, and then he claims my lips.
There’s no other way to describe his kiss, but it’s like he’s laying claim to a part of my soul. The kiss is slow, sensual, and teasing in the best of ways. Alternating between deep, long kisses and light pecks, causing me to follow his lips when he pulls away from me. Kissing along my jawline, he turns my head as he slowly makes his way across my throat and up behind my ears.
Chills run down my body, pebbling my nipples and sending a delicious heat down to my core. Squeezing my legs together, I try to gain friction to relieve the ache.
There’s a hitch in my breath when he nibbles along my ear and sighs, “God, you are so perfect, Rez.” His voice drops to a husky purr, and he lightly bites my ear lobe. “You make me feel like my soul’s on fire, burning for just the simplest of touches from you,” he says.
He nips and sucks the sensitive skin behind my ear, causing goosebumps to pepper along my skin. My body is lit up, and he hasn’t done anything but kiss me. I reach up and cup his jaw, bringing his lips back to mine, and with my other hand, I yank the blanket off between us, needing to feel more of him against me.
My legs automatically open as he settles in between them, proving with his body how much of an effect I’m having on him.Damn, he’s impressive.He grinds his erection into me, giving me the friction I’m desperately craving. At the same time, I shift my hips, causing us both to moan.
He pulls away enough to look at me and cradle my face, “Are you okay with this?”
“God, yes,” I moan and pull him back to me as he buries one of his hands into my hair, tilting my chin up for better access.
He sweeps his tongue against the seam of my mouth, and I open for him, allowing our tongues to find a rhythm we agree to. I run my tongue along his teeth, and I feel two sharp incisors.Vampire. How did I not see them before? And shouldn’t Vampires be cold like in the books and TV shows? And why am I thinking about this now?I taste blood and figure I must have nicked myself on him. When he sucks on my tongue, all thoughts vanish as to the hows or whys and is replaced with a burning desire for more. I want this man—no! Ineedmy hands on him!
Like my hands have a mind of their own, I reach down, pulling his shirt free that’s tucked into his pants, slipping my hands under, and exploring the ridges of his flat stomach. He buries his head into my neck and sucks tenderly as I kiss along his throat, leaving little bite marks as I go. He leans back onto his knees, and my legs are forced closer to me, causing my skirt to ride up, allowing him to get a peek at my black lace hipster panties. He quirks an eyebrow at me, “Hipsters? I like it! I figured you weren’t the thong type,” and smirks. “Are they a matching set?” he asks with a hint of mischief as he does the one-arm shirt removal like a true sex God.
Holy shit. Niagara Falls has nothing on me right now. Bring a sponge and soak me up. Whoever created that move can have my babies, hell, I’ll be their baby-making factory. Then we can teach those mini gods how to enslave the world with their shirt removal powers and bring everyone to their knees. Sex God Revolution UNITE!
I take in Zeke’s body, watching his muscles flex as he rubs his hands up my legs. He’s not as sculpted and ripped as Ryker, but his muscles are lean, and his pecs are defined. I want to lick his muscular abs all the way down to the soft smattering of his auburn happy trail, where his Adonis belt points straight to my golden ticket. The golden ticket looks more like a golden rod with how much it’s tenting his slacks.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” I tease him while I thrust my hips and run my hands over my chest, wanting more attention. Zeke gives me a smug look, his hands finally find the apex of my legs, and I swear I almost combust as his thumb rubs along the seam of my panties.
“Looks like someone’s a little wet,” he says as he runs his finger up and down along my slit, making me pant like a dog in heat.
He circles my clit once before pressing down on it, making me buck against his hand. “Mmm, that feels so good,” I moan.
My hands come up to my breasts, and I squeeze them through my blouse. I watch Zeke’s eyes flash yellow as he zeros in on my chest while my fingers pinch my pebbled nipples through my thin layers.
He pushes aside my underwear and slides a finger into me, curling it to rub against my G-spot as his thumb continues to circle my clit. After I gasp, I reach down and grab his hand to keep it where I want it when he pulls away, making me screech with frustration.
“Are you kidding me?” I cry out.
I watch in awe as Zeke licks my juices from his fingers, moaning at the taste. Damn. I never knew that could be so erotic. “Mmm, you taste just like peaches and fine wine. I want more,” he says and reaches for my ass. Lifting my hips up, Zeke slowly pulls my underwear down over my hips—until we hear a click of the door.
FUCK!
Chapter Twenty-One
Awkward is my middle name
Rez
Iquickly pull up my underwear, thanking the stars above that’s the only thing I have to worry about replacing before I push my skirt back down. I’m also grateful their living room is set up just like mine, so whoever is about to walk in won’t be getting a front-row seat to how disheveled I look.
I glance over, and Zeke is hastily putting on his shirt when I hear footsteps stop and a thud. Looking up, I see Levi standing at the opening of the hallway. Shock and what looks like hurt flashes across his eyes, but it’s gone so fast that I might have imagined it. He picks up his satchel that he dropped on the floor and continues to walk in.
“Hello, Nerezza. Ezekiel. Shouldn’t both of you be at your Special?” Levi says in a clipped tone as he walks into the kitchen. He places his satchel on the countertop and grabs a bottle of water.
“I’m excused for the day if you must know.” My snarky attitude strikes, and I immediately regret it when I see Levi’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Shit, this isn’t me. Let’s just say it’s the she-devil in me that’s pissed she’s not getting dick. I hope this doesn’t become a cock blocking theme because it needs to go out the door if it is.
“I mean, I was granted a pass and was told I could relax in my dorm after talking to your dad,” I say, standing up and taking my cup to the kitchen sink. “But I got lost trying to get my stuff from class, and then a monster attacked me—”
Levi reaches for me but thinks better of it and just asks, “A monster? Are you okay?”
I nod and shudder, remembering the blood creeping along the walls.
