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RHYS
I’m stiff. My back and my dick. There’s a weight on top of my body that’s warm and soft and smells like fucking heaven. My consciousness slowly drifts from sleep to waking and my hands flex unconsciously, feeling supple flesh. The body on top of me shifts and I groan, my dick getting even harder, if that’s possible.
I crack my eyes open, finding a sleeping Zara splayed out on top of me. We’re still on my couch. We didn’t make it any farther than that after we ate and watched the movie last night. My hands are full of her ass, and I squeeze it again, making her squirm on top of me. Fuck, that was a bad idea.
Zara’s cheek is pressed to my chest and her hands grip my sides. I’m still in my fucking jeans and t-shirt from last night and it’s way too many clothes. Zara must think so too, because the sides of my shirt start to bunch until she can get her hands under the clothing and rub against my bare skin.
I pull her hips down as I rock mine up. “Please tell me you’re awake, so I’m not some creep who’s molesting you in your sleep?” I groan as Zara’s legs shift, so she’s straddling me. She lifts her head, her eyes sleepy and her golden hair a messy tumble down her back.
“I’m awake, but any time you want to wake me up by touching me, I won’t mind.” Zara’s voice is husky with sleep. Everything about her right now is pure temptation. She’s relaxed, draped over me like I’m her favorite piece of furniture.
“Come here.” I cup her cheeks, leading her up toward my face. She shifts her body, grinding over my dick in the process. I groan against her lips as I claim her mouth in a kiss. Her mouth is like the rest of her body in the morning, soft, pliable, sleepily seductive. I don’t give a fuck that we’re both still in our clothes from yesterday, or that I haven’t brushed my damn teeth. It feels like an eternity since that stolen moment in my office and right now all I want, no need, is to bury myself deep inside her heat, until she’s crying out my name.
Zara moans into our kiss and her hands shove up my shirt, so she can run her hands over my chest and down my sides. She hooks her fingers into the waist of my pants and swiftly finds the button on my fly. Shit, she’s way ahead of me.
“Take off your shirt,” I command, nearly a growl.
Zara sits up, her ass rocking against my aching erection with the movement. She lifts the hem of her shirt, and the little tank top underneath, pulling them both off in one swift movement. My hands follow hers, skimming up her sides and cupping her pert breasts.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I rasp, lifting my head as I flatten a hand on her back to pull her toward me. I suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it and sucking. Zara’s fingers drag through my hair and hold me to her as she squirms and undulates on top of me.
“I want you, Rhys. So much.”
I hum against her skin, pressing hot, wet kisses to her soft flesh as I move to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention given to its mate.
“Fucking need you, Zara. Never wanted anyone like this.”
“Get your pants off. Get my fucking pants off,” Zara demands, and I chuckle and then scrape my teeth over the sensitive peak of her nipple. She gasps and moans, her hands clutching my head to her. Fuck, she’s intoxicating. She’s right though. I want to be inside her. I’ll shower every inch of her body with attention later. Right now, I need to feel her coming around my dick.
I yank her pants off and mine follow a few seconds later. It’s a feat that acrobats would be amazed by, because I can’t stop kissing and touching her. Zara’s still straddling me, and I can feel her wetness slicking the length of my cock. I’m so damn tempted to push inside her, but some barely rational part of me interjects.
“Condom. Fuck. I need to go get a damn condom.”
Zara presses a hand on my chest, pushing me back down when I try to get up. A sly smile growing on her swollen pink lips.
“You don’t need to.” Her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip, and I groan, my hands sliding over her skin. I can’t get enough of touching her.
“I got a DUI.” She grins down at me.
I stare back in confusion.
“You don’t even drive.” I’m so damn confused about why she’s bringing this up right now. “Did Ruby get you drunk and take you out on her ATV? Did my piece of shit Dad give you a DUI?” The thought of Scott Marsten pulling Zara over and giving her a ticket, hell, even looking at her, sends rage surging through my veins.
Zara’s gaping down at me, looking just as baffled as me. “What does driving have to do with getting pregnant?”
Now I’m really lost.
“What are you talking about?” My hands have stopped their roving and I’m just holding her breasts now. Like I’m doing them a favor by keeping them propped up.
“Ruby took me to the doctor. She told me if I was going to…get busy, then I needed to be a smart, safe girl. The doctor put in a DUI, so I won’t get pregnant.”
I blink up at her as it all slowly, too fucking slowly if I’m honest, clicks together.
“Fuck.” I bark out a laugh. “An IUD, sweetheart.” My laughter rumbles in my chest. “It’s called an IUD. A DUI means you were driving around town drunk and got a ticket.”
“Oh.” Zara starts laughing. “Oops.” Then we both lose it as she collapses on top of me, her chest pressing against mine while I hold her close in a hug. God, I fucking love how she can be both innocent and so very knowledgeable at the same time.
It takes a few minutes for the laughter to settle and when it does, I’m very much aware of Zara’s naked body pressed against mine. She must realize it at the same time, because when she lifts her head, her breaths are coming in short pants. She stares down at me, looking at me like I’m the stars to her sky.
