That is all it takes.
His next thrust goes deeper, and a moan slips from me before I can stop it.
Zain catches the sound with his mouth.
One hand grips my hip while the other slides beneath his shirt and closes around my breast. The counter is cold beneath me, his body hot between my thighs, and each thrust grows stronger as the last traces of tenderness give way to something sharper.
I cling to him.
“Zain.”
His mouth moves to my neck.
“Say it.”
I know exactly what he means. Heat races through me.
“Chief.”
He drives into me harder.
My head falls back.
“Oh God.”
His grip on my hip tightens.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Use more words.”
I laugh breathlessly.
“You are impossible.”
He thrusts deeper.
My laugh turns into a moan.
“Try again.”
I drag my nails over his shoulders.
“I like it, Chief. Give me more of it.”
The last of his restraint gives way.
He kisses me hard and moves faster, one hand anchoring my hip while I hold on to him and meet every thrust.
Pleasure builds again with frightening speed.
“Zain.”
“I know.”
His hand slips between us.
