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“Alright, whatever you want to tell yourself, sweetheart,” Zeke scoffed, a superior smile on his face that made the ache for him start up again.
She wanted to take that smile off, making him look at her like he had right after they’d kissed. She’d believed it then, that he felt more. Much more. That this was moving out of the realm of possible and into the realm of actual. Tangible. Real. That they were falling in love and properly so this time around.
It made her feel giddy with hope.
She loved him.
She always had.
If he wanted her then perhaps he was only a moment or two away from loving her back.
His scent was going to her head. She’d almost forgotten about the guard. All she could think about was the fictitious-true reason for why they’d come upstairs in the first place: to find a room.
She wanted to find a room.
“You’re such a dick,” she threw at him, the glimmer of a smile in his eyes, though it never settled on his mouth.
He was enjoying this as much as she was.
“How would you know?” he threw back at her and at that she did slap him.
Hard.
His face barely moved, but his eyes widened, his pupils widening until his eyes looked nearly all black. There was a warning there now, but it still felt non-threatening. He was playing. This was playing. He wanted her to stand up for herself so that he could win her over. She understood it instinctively, knowing that she wanted to stand up for herself only to be supple and compliant once his hands were all over her.
Oh, God, she wanted his hands all over her.
The guard was barely in her periphery, but she could tell he wanted nothing more than to back away and not have to be in their closer vicinity anymore. Especially when she opened the nearest closed door, assessed it was a bedroom and said, “In here.”
“Hey,” the guard said, but Zeke turned to him.
“Five minutes, alright? We’d just rather finish this argument before we head downstairs. Understandable, yeah?”
Zeke didn’t wait for the guard to respond before he followed through the door, shutting it behind them. Anna stopped in the middle of the room. It was impossible to tell whether it was a guest bedroom or one of the family members. It looked like it had been copied from Versailles, a complete opposite to the less heavy décor of the corridor outside. The canopy bed was enormous. The colors all muted blues and gold.
“You slapped me,” Zeke said.
“You wanted me to,” she replied.
It was all it took for him to cross the distance between them, hands sliding over her hips, up her sides, into her hair as his mouth met hers in soft kisses, gentle nibbles, his lips convincing her to taste him until she parted hers to get his tongue to lick against hers. The kiss was deeper than their first, longer, slower. But more desperate. They weren’t about to let it get interrupted, not this time. They were both too far gone and, for all they knew, the guard was still lingering outside the door to ensure they made their way downstairs once they were finished.
“What do you want?” Zeke murmured, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her throat.
She didn’t have the words. She was biting her lower lip, head tilted back, feeling his hand trace along the slit in her dress. Lighting little fires under her skin. She wanted that. Little fires. Everywhere.
But all she could muster was a strained, “I don’t know.”
Because she didn’t know how she wanted to be touched. She didn’t know what would feel good and what wouldn’t, where the line was or if that line was there to be crossed. She didn’t know anything other than she wanted him close to her, claiming her, just as he was now. She wanted him to grab hold of her and not let go; she wanted him to want her and let her know how much he did.
“You,” she breathed. “I want you.”
His hand was already teasing itself under the hem of the slit, fires lighting themselves down the path his fingers were creating up the inside of her thigh, the sensitive skin receptive beyond anything she’d known before.
How was he doing that?
She still had trembles running through her, but she was growing aware that they seemed to be wholly on the inside. Trembles along her spine, trembles through her abdomen, the muscles of her thighs, curling her toes as his fingers brushed against her panties.
She’d never had a man affect her like this before.
