Page 63 of Love JD

“Hm, good,” he said kissing my cheekbone and then the corner of my mouth. “I can still use protection, though.”

“No,” I said quickly, pulling away. “No, I want… like all of it.”

He gave me an amused look. “You sure?”

“Very,” I replied confidently.

He captured my mouth in another urgent kiss, and I leaned into it so hard, I felt sure I would melt into him. His hands skimmed down my shoulders, along the curve of my waist, and to my hips. Then he bent, and in a smooth motion, had both my thighs cupped in his hands as he lifted me against him. I wrapped my legs around him, and not breaking our searching tongues and shared breath, Zev carried me out of the room.

Heady desire spread from our kiss down to my breasts, traveling like a cascade of lava that pooled between my legs and left me wet and wanting. I pressed myself against him, angling my hips against his hard body as he carried me through the hallway and across the house toward his room. I needed something—pressure, relief, release—and I ground my hips against him as his kiss dragged my desire to a fever pitch.

Zev broke our kiss, but only so he could skate his teeth along the pulse under my jaw before kissing the tender skin. I puffed out a hot breath, letting my head fall back and eyes drift closed as he nipped and sucked a line down my throat. “Isla,” he murmured against my skin. “Please tell me you’ve had an orgasm before.”

I tried not to react. “Of course,” I lied.

He pulled away. His eyes bored into me with harsh intensity. “Isla Valehart.”

My mouth went dry, and still perched in his arms, I angled a look down at him while my hair spilled around us like chocolate silk. I ran my fingers through his beard like I’d imagined doing so many times. “I’m not… a hundred percent sure.”

“How could you be unsure about that?”

I shrugged. “I maybe have, but it’s hard to know?”

His gaze strayed into thought. I fidgeted in his arms, but reassuringly, he didn’t release me. Finally, he gave me a pointed look. “Then I need you to promise me absolute honesty. No white lies. No enduring something because of any reason other than you want to and you like it. Deal?”

I nodded. “I’ll be truthful.”

He kneeled on his bed, taking me with him and then settling back on his heels so I straddled him. I let my fingers scrape against the rough texture of his short beard, and my lips curved as I remembered how badly I’d wanted to do that when he’d saved me on the balcony.

Zev turned and kissed my palm. “What’s funny?”

“Just that I’ve liked you probably since you broke my fall at the wedding.”

“Hm,” Zev closed his eyes, holding my palm against his lips and then skimming his lips down to my wrist. The touch felt so intimate, I reacted to it like he’d undressed me. My body lit on fire as he moved slowly down the inside of my forearm. “I’ve been inappropriately obsessed with you since you fell on me. So that makes two of us.”

I let out an unsteady breath. Was that true? How? Zev reached the sensitive skin at the curve of my arm, and then he guided my wrist to rest on his shoulder. He did the same with the other hand, and then holding my gaze with his own heated expression, he lifted the hem of my T-shirt. His fingers skimmed my bare skin, and my eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. His knuckles brushed up my waist and then my ribs, teasing along the curve of my breasts as he eased the shirt over my head and threw it to the side.

Like he couldn’t help himself, Zev dipped a kiss to the slope of my shoulder as his fingers caressed a scorching line along the outer edges of my bra cup. “Isla,” he said against my skin.

“Hm?” I had my eyes closed and my brain swam lazily.

“I’m burning this bra.”

I laughed, and my eyes flew open. “Why? It’s Old Faithful. It’s lasted forever.”

“Exactly.” His clever fingers suddenly undid the clasp at the back, and after he slid it down my arms, he tossed it aside, too.

I planted my hands against his firm chest, looking down between us and somehow only then realizing that I was topless, and he still had all his clothing on. But Zev didn’t seem to care what was going on in my head, because he let out a growl that sounded possessive, and suddenly I found myself on my back with him hovering over me. He kissed my collarbone, and my eyes fell shut again as I writhed under him. I felt sure I had a fever. Or maybe I was going to actually light on fire.

Zev’s hand smoothed over my stomach, and the gratification of finally feeling some pressure, of finally having more than just a kiss or a gentle touch against my needy skin caused me to let out a moan. He held his weight over me with the other arm, but with his free hand, he cupped my breast, and I gasped from the delicious contact. He kneaded my breast, dropping kisses down my skin and building the ache between my legs.

When Zev lifted his hand a fraction and let his palm skim against my nipple, I arched my back in shock. “Fuck,” I hissed.

Zev paused. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I panted, opening my eyes to look at him sheepishly. “Yes, it just… it felt really good.”

“What did?” he smirked, rolling his palm over the tip of my pearling nipple. “This?”

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