The first touch to my clit makes me jerk.
“Close?”
“Yes.”
He keeps moving, hard and deep, while his fingers work exactly where I need them.
I bury my face against his neck.
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
The orgasm takes me suddenly.
My body tightens around him, and Zain swears against my mouth as his rhythm breaks.
A few hard thrusts later, he goes rigid.
For several seconds, neither of us moves.
Then I remember I am sitting naked from the waist down on his kitchen counter.
I start laughing.
Zain lifts his head.
“What?”
“Breakfast.”
He looks toward the stove.
Then back at me.
“The toast is ruined.”
“I noticed.”
His hands remain on my hips.
I smile.
“Worth it?”
His gaze drops to my mouth.
“The toast was never competition.”
I laugh again and pull him closer.
Breakfast can wait.
Chapter 8
Kaia
Bylateafternoon,Ihave filled three pages of my sketchbook and accidentally turned two pine trees into Zain’s shoulders.
