“Not again yet.”
“That seems very unfair.”
His mouth curves.
Actually curves.
I narrow my eyes. “You are enjoying this.”
“A little.”
I slide off the counter before he can stop me.
His hands catch my waist automatically.
“I am not made of glass.”
“I know.”
“You took care of me.”
“I wanted to.”
“So do I.”
His expression changes.
“You do not owe me anything.”
“I know.”
I put one hand on his chest and let it travel slowly down his stomach.
“I still want to.”
His hand closes around my wrist.
“Be sure.”
“I am.”
He releases me.
That freedom settles something in my chest.
I push his shorts down.
His cock springs free, hard and thick, and apparently I stare too long because one eyebrow lifts.
“It’s…” I swallow. “Big and gorgeous.”
Zain stares at me.
Then his jaw tightens.
“You cannot say things like that while looking at my cock.”
I blink. “Why?”
