Page 32 of Finding Zara


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“Having a shower.” She took a half step closer to me, turning the air between us electric.

“Zara—”

“I had a dream about you, you know.”

“Did you?” I shifted closer.

“Yeah. I was with you. In the kitchen of my restaurant in New York.” She edged toward me. “You were touching me. I wanted you to…”

“To…?” We were a whisper apart now.

“I wanted you to fuck me.”

I went rock hard.

“And then you did, in real life. And it was even better than anything I could have dreamt of. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

“Me either.”

“And I want you to…”

“Want me to…?”

“Fuck me again,” she said breathlessly, pushing her fingers into my hair and dragging my head down, kissing me fiercely. I returned the heat, turning her so that she was backed up against the side of my truck. I ground my hips against her and she moaned when she felt my erection pressing against her. My hands roamed all over her, molding her body before I pushed them underneath her sweater, skimming my hands up, palming her breasts, squeezing and massaging first one, then the other.

Moving my hands lower, I undid the fly on her jeans, pushing them down together with her underwear to her mid-thighs before slipping my hand between her legs. God, she was so wet.

“Always,” she breathed, making me realize I’d said it out loud. “I always get wet when I think about you.”

Her words made my blood sing and I raised my head, watching her face closely as I moved my fingers and pushed them inside her. She moaned again, keeping her eyes locked on my face while I fucked her with my fingers. Moving faster and faster. Reveling in the way her breathing turned ragged. The way her hips moved frantically. The way her fingers dug into my shoulders as I pushed her higher and higher. Then the way her eyes unfocused and her body convulsed as she came with a low, guttural moan, hot and hard on my hand.

I held her close as she dropped her forehead to my chest, shivering as she recovered, thinking I was going to need a very long, very cold shower when I got home. After a little while, Zara stirred in my arms, sliding her hands over my chest and lower, raising her head to look at me as she brushed a hand over my bulging cock. “I don’t think I’m quite finished,” she said softly, undoing the button on my jeans, slipping her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around me and starting to move her fist up and down. “I said I wanted you to fuck me.”

Biting back a moan, I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and pulled her hand away. “You keep doing that and I won’t be able to.”

“Kiss me, then,” she said.

So I did, tangling my tongue with hers in a kiss that burned right through me. I was trying to take my time. I wanted to be inside her, and I wanted her to be ready for me. But I could also feel the urgency in her touch as she ran her hands over me and I almost exploded when she broke the kiss, turning in my arms and placing her palms on the hood of my truck, bent over for me. Without a word, I grabbed her hips, gritting my teeth when I pushed inside her and she moaned softly.

I started thrusting slowly, carefully, using all my self-control to stop from pounding into her like I desperately wanted to. Feeling her push back against me, meeting my thrusts, drove me crazy. “Faster, Matthew,” she breathed, reaching back to cover my hand with her own, spurring me on.

My restraint snapped. Gripping her hips harder, I let my head fall back as I gave in, slamming into her exactly like I wanted to. I felt the first flutterings of her orgasm around my cock and I thrust harder, faster, holding on just long enough for Zara’s body to stiffen, then jerk in release. Only then did I let go, coming inside her in a hot, glorious rush.

I pulled out slowly and straightened my clothes, watching Zara as she did the same. Although I couldn’t see her face clearly in the dark, her bowed head and slightly hunched shoulders told me she was not okay. Damn.

I remembered the last time we’d had sex, she’d said she was worried I would judge her. I was pretty sure I’d set the record straight there. I didn’t judge her, of course I didn’t. But she was definitely upset now. “What’s the matter?” I asked gently, running my hands lightly up and down her arms, shifting back slightly so that if she wanted to go inside without talking to me, she could.

I thought she wasn’t going to answer for a moment. Then she said, “This could sound really stupid, but I’ve never done or said anything like that before. I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that…”

“That…?” I prodded, stepping closer again.

“You make me hot. Really hot. All the time. It makes me feel a little crazy. And weird, to be honest.”

“Would it help if I said I feel exactly the same way?” I smiled when she blew out a breath.

“Maybe.” She slipped her arms around my waist and I pulled her against me, resting my cheek on top of her head. “I think I’m a little bit embarrassed.”

“About what?”

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