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This realization should make me turn around, walk out that door, but a stronger urge forces me to stay. My need for her is unwavering, and there is no way in hell I’m leaving her tonight. Nothing can stop this from happening.
I need to feel her body, to own her mind, and to make her mine.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I barely manage to get out.“Stand up.”
Zoe turns crimson, and her gaze falls, embarrassed by my words. I wish she could see herself through my eyes, see how utterly special she is and always has been.
“Look at me.”
Her jade-green eyes crawl up to mine as my fingers play with the loose curls dangling around her face.
“You’re going to relinquish all control over to me. I’ll need you to let go, move into everything your body wants to feel and enjoy without question. You think you can do that for me?”
She bites the corner of her lip. “Yes, but you might need to take it from me. I’ve never been able to turn my brain off before. But I want you to do it, take it all.”
“That’s a good girl,” I growl, bending down to bite the edge of her jaw while tugging down the tiny strap of her dress. My lips explore her neck as she swallows nervously. Admiring her from this angle, I realize that I’ve never been this close to her before. I’m getting carried away already, but when it comes to Zoe, I don’t have any defenses.
My eyes ping-pong between her lips and her eyes, which are growing heavier by the second with desire. She waits for me to lean in, to make a move, but I’m in no rush. This right here is what tonight is going to be all about. Claiming her lazily, with precision, as I drive her close to oblivion just to pull her back down. I’m not going to waste a single second of the time I have with her.
Zoe leans in close, and I run my nose along hers, watching her eyes shut as she breathes us in. Not being able to wait another second, I finally claim her lips, and she moans. Her fingers find the back of my hair, and she tugs at the strands as we become a storm of lust, with tongues and teeth clashing like angry waves at sea.
Her body rocks against mine, her movements hungry, but I take my time. I run my fingers down the back of her body, feeling goosebumps form as I pinch her hard nipple beneath her dress. She whimpers impatiently, and I lap up her sounds, getting so turned on by every whimper and moan that comes out of her.
I haven’t even had her yet, and already, I can’t get enough.
Pulling away, I take a step back and turn her body around, gently working down the seamless zipper tucked in the back of her dress. The material parts, exposing Zoe’s tanned skin, a few freckles peppered throughout.
I’m about to see Zoe Jackson naked.
My secret high school crush.
My best friend’s little sister.
I wait for the guilt to come, but it never does.
Undoing my black tie, I whip it off my neck, smoothing out the material as I extend it out in front of her face.
“I’m going to blindfold you and then remove my mask. No peeking, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Jesus, I didn’t even have to tell her to say that.
As I gently secure the tie over her eyes, a soft whimper escapes her lips. I feel the smooth, silk fabric gliding through my fingers as I trace a path down her back, slowly peeling off her dress. The dress, like liquid silk, cascades around her ankles, creating a delicate pool at her feet. With a gentle tap on her ankle, I signal for her to lift it, allowing me to remove the dress.
Looking up at her body from this angle, I take in her peaked nipples, her toned stomach, and the way she’s pressing her thighs together, already glistening.
Letting out a breath, I control my own urges as I pull off my mask. Running my hand through my hair, I slowly rise, kissing up Zoe’s leg, my fingertips circling close to her inner thighs. Taking her hand, I guide her toward the edge of the bed. She sits, biting her lips impatiently. Kneeling down in front of her, I continue to kiss her bare legs, removing her black heels one at a time.
“Runi,” Zoe breathes.
“Yes?”
She doesn’t answer me. Forcing me to slide my hand up her torso, find her perky breast between my fingers, and twist.
“Fuck,” she moans.
“Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
