“I can hear you overthinking everything from here.” He rolls his head, looking back at me, and smirks. “I’ll make a deal with you.”
“What’s that?”
“If you do one thing for me, I’ll take you back to the house and I’ll respect whatever decision you make.”
“Okay, what do you want?”
“Until we head back. Stop thinking, just let us have this moment. Let us have a moment where nothing else exists. Nothing we’re trying to portray, no one else, no rules, no baggage, just us.”
I just lie, blinking at him for a moment before I lean up and press my lips to his again, pushing him over until he’s laying on his back, and I’m leaning over him.
“What are you doing?” He laughs as he pulls back from me.
“Letting us have this moment.”
His eyes light up as I say it and he grips around the back of my neck, pulling me close to him and continuing our kiss.
His hand skims up my covered thigh until he reaches my apex and gently rubs me through my jeans, causing a moan to bubble up my throat. I haven’t been touched in far too long.
I can tell that he notices my unusual reaction as he looks at me, tilting his head to the side.
“When’s the last time…?” He trails as he asks.
“It’s not just that.” I whisper as I look down, shaking my head. “It’s just not the same.”
And his ego inflates as I say it, and he nods his head.
“Because your body was made for mine.”
He leans back into me again, consuming my lips, pulling one into his mouth, bringing another light moan from me.
Breaking our kiss, he pulls away from me and smirks. “Lie back.”
I can’t help but follow his commands.
His hands come down onto my waistband as he pops the button of my jeans open and slips them down my legs.
My stomach is in knots as I look down at him, just as I had done the first time we met. He smiles up at me, our eyes locking as he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, sliding them down as well.
“You sure?” He whispers as he crawls up between my thighs. “We’re not gonna finish and then you hate yourself, are you?”
“Probably, but not because of this.”
He gives me a sad look before he nods his head, understanding that we’re both probably going to hate ourselves for the same reasons when this is done. That we didn’t force more out of this. He glances up at me as a slow smirk spreads on his lips and he leans down his face between my thighs and I can’t help but gasp as I feel his tongue come out, pressing against me. Licking along with the entirety of me. Slipping inside for a moment before our eyes lock again, thrusting it inside of me a few times, then tracing his way back until he circles it around my clit. My body bucks against him.
He trails kisses up my stomach, pushing my shirt up as he moves, hesitating for a moment and I wonder if he’s thinking about the situation, how fucked up this all is. Grabbing at the bottom, I pull it off, tossing it onto the ground before reaching around and unhooking my bra.
I don’t care how fucked up this all is, how I shouldn’t be here, and how I should feel bad about this, but I don’t.
“Careful.” I whisper as he makes his way to my chest. “They’re extremely sore.” He just smiles down at me, nodding his head before lowering it. Carefully, he presses his lips to them, trailing light kisses overtop of my boobs before slipping a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, but causing my insides to twist.
He eases the slight pressure that he has on it before letting it fall from his mouth.
This side of Zane, the gentle, caring side, is almost too much for me right now. He shouldn’t be here showing me this affection, he should live his life… not trying to clean up my mistakes. He moves away from me for a moment, toeing his shoes off and pulling his shirt up over his head, before popping the button on his jeans and slipping them down. I bite my lip, inhaling as he slides down his boxers, climbing back into the bed, over the top of me.
“Shit.” He mumbles as he reaches over to grab his jeans and I stop him, looking up at him slowly, shaking my head.
“You don’t have to.”
