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“Sure. It’s okay. It doesn't matter.”
She sits up again, so we’re looking at each other. “No, it should. If I hadn’t been so proud, or headstrong, thinking I knew best, then maybe…” she trails off, but I know where her words are leading her.
I kiss her forehead, wanting to clear her mind of the past and help her stay here with me—our second chance.
She wriggles free from the blanket, twists, and straddles my lap. The pressure on my cock is too fucking good, and I shift my position, sure that Zee will feel just how hard her move is making me.
“I don’t want you to fuck me. I want to make love to you properly, in a bed, where I can get lost in you. I want it to be like our first time together and to fall asleep in your arms because I only feel true contentment.”
“Zee,” I breathe as I sit forward to meet her. Her hands hold my face as she kisses me softly and sensually, but it translates to heat and spice in my body. My hands roam under her jumper across her soft skin and cradle her back, pulling her closer to me.
But it’s not enough. And I’m fucking desperate to get her in my bed.
My hands slide to her arse, and I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and my hip protests like a bitch, but I don’t let that pain stop me.
I carry Zee across to my bedroom, and all the time, she rains kisses down on my lips, cheeks, and throat.
It’s everything I fucking want.
She’severything I fucking want.
CHAPTER30
ZENNOR
Now
The last few times we’ve been together have been fuelled by anger, revenge, and lust—at least on my part. That’s not what I want this to be about. Not now.
Jayce lowers me to his bed and pulls his boxers from around my waist in the next move.
He shoulders my legs apart as I fight the urge to push him away. I can’t remember the last time my ex went down on me, but that thought isn’t welcome here.
The scrape of Jayce’s stubble sets all of my nerves firing as he trails kisses towards his target. He wraps his arms around my hips and tugs me closer to the edge of the bed. My legs drape down his back, and I stretch out and give over to what comes next.
His tongue licks a slow stroke through my folds, pausing at my clit as he circles the little bud of pleasure. Desire ignites my blood, and my stomach plummets as I gasp in pleasure.
He repeats the motion, and it’s both delicious and infuriating as he only gives my clit the slightest brush of attention each time. His pace doesn’t quicken, and all I can do is let it happen and give over to what he’s doing to my body.
My appetite for Jayce to touch me harder and faster just grows more until I want to burst.
“Please, Jayce. God, fuck me. Make me come,” I beg, my words tripping together as I reach the torturous point where I need him to finish me.
He lifts his head and looks at me from between my legs. His eyes are dark and filled with intent.
“Take off the hoodie. I want to see all of you.”
I grab the hem and pull it up and over my head, dropping back down to the bed.
He follows, stripping the t-shirt from his back and shoving his boxers down, giving me a full view of his spectacular chest and abs. I notice a scar over his hip, but his hand stroking his cock as he gazes down at me short-circuits anything I want to ask.
Jayce pulls a condom from the bedside table and rolls it on as I shimmy up the bed, waiting for him to put me out of my delicious misery.
He presses his cock to my entrance as he leans over me and then slides forward, stretching me and filling me deeply and slowly.
“I want more time. Ineedmore time to worship every inch of your body, Zee. I want to lavish you with pleasure until that’s the only thing you associate with me.”
I hear the words, and they pierce my heart, making me hope for that future.
