There, they can’t get in. It’s just you and me.” He pushes his hands into his pant pockets, eyeing me, a
gleam of challenge in his gaze. “So, what are you going to do with me?”
My mouth drops open as I stare at him. “Do you…do you really not remember? I haven’t
technically done this, but I have a lot of ideas, but the whole…riding thing seemed like a pretty solid
plan.”
Zach's grin drops and he presses into me, lining our mouths up. His hands plant on the wall on
either side of my head, his lips barely touch mine. “Baby, if I’m in charge, I’m afraid I’m going to go
too fast or do something you don’t like.”
I can’t catch a full breath. That’s got to be why I’m lightheaded. “I…” I lick my lips and try again
to speak through the tightness. “I really like everything you’ve done so far.”
He presses a barely-there line of kisses from the corner of my mouth to my ear, stopping briefly to
nip at my earlobe. “I can take over. I can do everything I’ve dreamed of doing. Or,” another nip at my
earlobe. I lock my knees, willing my legs to hold me. “You can do whatever you want with me. You
can be totally in charge.”
The idea is tantalizing, but also a little uncomfortable. “I…what if I don’t know what to do? I
don’t like the idea of you being some robot I order around.”
A low chuckle, and this time the nip is followed by a suck that pulls a deep, guttural moan from
my chest. I clamp my lips shut. He tries to hide it, but I catch the smirk on his face. Suddenly, there’s a
different kind of fire roaring in my belly. This man is so confident most of the time, and he
understands how easily he affects me. It’s his turn to moan.
“Step back,” I order, voice husky. I can’t help that part. I want him, badly.
He bites the inside of his cheek and does as I order. Giving a little pep talk to my knees, I push off
the wall and kick off my flats. Then slowly, with a sway in my hips I might have practiced in front of
the mirror, I lead him to the bedroom. I’m hyperaware of him prowling behind me. Close enough to
feel the heat coming off him, but he doesn’t touch. That tension is back again, but this time, I’m not
worried about a stream of stupid words. This tension is one I’m creating, and he’s feeling it as much
as I am.
I turn at the foot of the bed and back up until my calves are touching the mattress. Time to drop the
big girl panties, and take what I want. I slide my hands beneath the waistband of my pants, and lock
eyes with Zach, seeing all the love, and heat, and anticipation that I’m feeling. For a second, just a
