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Because that seemed like the worst thing I could have done.
He groaned into my mouth, and his hand wrapped like a vice around my waist, squeezing my ass as he pulled me closer. His mouth automatically took control of the kiss, commanding and merging with mine until I couldn’t tell where my breath began and his ended. His tongue tangled with mine hungrily, his hands tightening on my waist as a testament to the strain of his control.
And I wanted him to lose control. All thoughts of time and place disappeared from my mind. I wanted him to fuck me right here and now because the little heartbeat between my legs wasn’t going to take care of itself.
With our chests thumping, my hands were buried in his hair, drawing him closer, my body trembling as I tried to ask for more, to plead and beg for him to touch more of my body. If I were in my right mind, this would all be very embarrassing, but I didn’t care. I wanted him more than I could ever remember wanting anything for a long time.
One of his hands cupped my ass, and I almost wept when it lifted me effortlessly and set me on the counter. I heard the clatter of something falling to the ground, so he probably swept the counter clean. He stepped in between my legs, grabbed my thighs, and then yanked me closer so his cock was pressed against my center.
Oh my God. I sobbed into his mouth and rubbed myself against him, trying to get some friction on my clit as I felt my pussy weep with need. I wanted more. I needed him.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he ripped his mouth from mine. For that split second, when we broke apart, I stared at his face. There was a crazed heat from desire in his eyes. My mind once again brought up an image of him staring at me with those eyes and pushing his large cock into me while I screamed out in ecstasy.
Right now, his hand wrapped around my neck again and dragged me forward for another intoxicating kiss. Yes, with the way it seeped into my bones and stole my strength and the things it did to my insides, it had to be poison. I was hot and wet and needy, even sweaty with it. I wanted to demand more, but that would mean breaking the kiss to ask. And I didn’t want to distract him in case he stopped. In case he got his senses back and stopped this entirely. Because I would die. I would die if he stopped.
He nipped my lips between increasingly feverish kisses, and thankfully, I felt his hands start moving between my thighs. He brushed my pussy over my jeans, and I melted into his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he rasped in a strangled breath between kisses. After each tortured statement, he would dive back in for another kiss as though he couldn’t stand to be away for a single second. “I can feel it through your jeans.”
Embarrassing. It was probably embarrassing to be this turned on by a kiss. Logically, I knew that. But logic was the last thing on my mind right now.
It was why when he suddenly took a step back from me, I couldn’t do anything but gasp out in want. My eyes fluttered open, and I was still reaching for him as he stepped away with a tormented look on his face. His hands were on the counter behind him, holding on for dear life, and his face was twisted in a pool of such savage need that it looked like there was an animal just wanting to burst forth from under his skin.
I was still dazed, driven with need. I wanted more.
“Why did you…” I started murmuring until a yell pierced through the air.
“Charlie? You guys in the kitchen?”
I immediately jerked as reality rushed back to me. Shit.
Iwasin the kitchen…making out with Zane, and also just about to beg him to fuck me on a kitchen counter. I was so into it that I hadn’t even noticed Meech and Casey return. But Zane must have heard them and found the strength to pull back.
Although he looked like he wanted to kill somebody for the interruption.
I hopped off the counter, balancing myself against it to hide the wobbling in my knees. Taking a shaky breath, I brushed my hands over my shirt right before the two of them emerged through the door. And as if they could sense the tension in the air, they both paused.
“Were we interrupting something?” Meech asked, breaking the silence with an amused glance at Zane and me.
“No,” I said sharply. “No, just…” I looked around. “Prepping the vegetables.”
The spoon was on the ground, and so was the knife. The onions had been flung somewhere around the fridge, where they stared up at me judgmentally. I leaned down to start picking up the stuff as Casey asked what happened in the kitchen. Meech was trying to distract Zane with more conversation, but he wasn’t saying anything. A quick glance showed he was still staring at me. And then he shook his head, sent Meech a quick glare, and then stormed out of the room.
“What crawled up his craw?” Meech asked, raising a brow.
“Nothing,” I said a little too quickly.
In response, Meech just smiled and shook his head.
“Looks good,” he commented, staring blatantly at the dispersed onion pieces on the floor. I blushed again, and he chuckled as he went to pick up the knife. “Here, let me cut up some more.”
“I’ll help, too,” Casey said as he moved to set the pot over the stove. He’d helped me cook plenty of times before, so he moved comfortably around the kitchen, although I noticed he was confused by Zane’s fancy stove that had a million buttons.
Meech helped guide him through it, and the two of them talked throughout, mostly about Meech’s past as a fighter and where exactly he fought. I noticed Meech was cagey about most of it, satisfying Casey with stories of the fights without giving any specifics. I guessed he shared the secretiveness with Zane on that.
But Casey was satisfied with just hearing about the stories. I noticed his eyes glittering with interest, and I hoped it was just little boy hero worship and that he wasn’t going to start dreaming of becoming an MMA fighter or anything because I couldn’t handle the heart attack that would bring.
After the food was ready, Meech yelled for Zane but didn’t get an answer. He went up, presumably to get him, but came down in less than a minute and told us that Zane wasn’t going to eat. I didn’t ask any questions, just enjoying the dinner in Casey and Meech’s company.
