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I’ve never heard anyone talk about their private parts in the third person. I look down at his pants and notice the huge bulge. God! I can’t take my eyes off him. I’m trying to make out how big the little soldier really is when Zander puts his finger under my chin and lifts my face.
Ship. How long was I staring at his penis?
“If you keep looking at him like that, you’ll only be encouraging him. Unless you want to play with him tonight?” He raises one eyebrow, grinning with his perfect white teeth on full display.
“No. No playtime tonight,” I reply in a hurry.
“That’s what I thought. Now go get your laptop.” He playfully smacks my behind before pushing me off the couch.
When I enter my room, I take a deep breath before jumping on the bed. I press my face in the mattress which muffles my squeals.
My heart pounds as I glance at myself in the mirror. Red hot cheeks, wild eyes, ruffled hair, and a huge smile. The girl in the mirror doesn’t look like me. Before I can think more, I hear Zander moving some furniture in the living room.
I grab my laptop and bounce toward the living room.
I place the laptop on the coffee table and hand Zander my super soft, plush fleece blanket. “It gets cold at night.”
He finds a classic on Netflix and gets rid of his jacket and shoes. His tie hangs loose, with the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Zander looks so different in my living room. In the office, he has this bossy and commanding demeanor, but here, he looks so young and laid back, but no less appealing.
“Come here,” he beckons to me, and I sit beside him and throw the blanket over us. He looks at me, perplexed, before pulling me snug under his arm. I relax close to his pounding heart and toasty body. No longer scared of the proximity, I bury my nose in his chest and take a whiff of the Zander-vanilla smell.
When he sees what I’m doing, he chuckles. I hide my face in his chest, and he hugs me tight. But I can feel his body shaking with suppressed laughter.
Somewhere in the middle of the movie, the heroine and hero get into an argument, and she starts calling him silly nicknames. I can’t hold back my giggle at yummy bums.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Zander growls against my ear before biting my earlobe.
His touch makes the butterflies in my stomach go wild. My breathy voice comes out shaky as I say, “Don’t worry. I think your name is unusual enough.”
He stiffens at my lighthearted remark, and his deep voice transforms into something edgy. “You don’t like my name?”
“No…I like it, very much,” I reply in haste. “Actually, it suits you,” I assure him, patting lightly on his chest.
He looks down at me, his soft gaze still a tinge wild. “Zander means protector, and I’ll always protect what’s mine. My family, my brothers, and you, Marr.”
My heart hammers loud and fast against my constricting chest. He doesn’t know what his words mean to me. How much I want him to protect me? How much I’ve wanted someone to look after me, keep me safe? I swallow my emotions and bury myself deeper under his arm, in his warmth. Maybe I can finally have my happy and safe place.
A sensual scene plays on the screen, and Zander pulls me into his lap. His hands are on my waist, sliding to my stomach. Pausing every so often, he gives me time to get used to his touch. But nothing could have prepared my pounding heart when he nuzzles my shoulders. My skin burns as his fingers rest on my bare belly under the cotton T-shirt. He continues the playful assault of his lips, adding his tongue and licking my neck.
I groan, leaning back into his chest, unsure whether to focus on his hands or his mouth. Using his teeth, he drags the neck of my T-shirt over my shoulder, exposing me to his urgent tongue.
“Zander,” I moan as an unknown feeling engulfs me, making me delirious.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear.
What is he saying? How can I relax when he’s doing all that?
My hands slide up to grip his strong biceps, anything to ground me. But he gives me no chance. His exploring hand ascends my body. When I realize where his hand is going, I feel scared and shy at the same time. No one has touched me like this.
“Zander.”
His hand is hovering over my right breast when he asks, “Do you want me to stop?”
I don’t want him to stop. I want to experience everything with this man I’m deeply falling for.
“No. It’s just...I-I haven’t…I’ve never—”
“Hush, Marr. We’re in this together. We’ll learn about each other together.” And just like that, his hand settles on my breast. His soft fingers gently graze the edges of my bra under the T-shirt. “It’s sexy. Tell me the color.”
