Page 19 of Sacrifice Bunt

“Naked, I need you naked.” He trailed kisses down her throat.

“Then get me naked.” She breathed heavily, her hands torturing him by running up and down his back.

He stopped kissing her, looking down at her. “Unless you want to lose your laptop, we need a full pause to get rid of it. We can strip at the same time.”

Her lips turned down in a pout. “Are you always so conscientious?”

He moved off her, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him until they both stood at the foot of the bed. “Probably. Does that bother you?” He ran his hand down her side until he reached her hip, digging his fingers into the skin.

She moaned. “No, it’s strangely sexy.”

He smiled at her admission. “Get your things, and then get out of those clothes.” He let her go without kissing her again because he knew they’d both forget about the damn laptop if he did.

With definite frustration, she grabbed her laptop off the bed and placed it on the nightstand. Then while he was kicking off his shoes, she pulled her shirt over her head.

He stilled, unable to do anything but stare.

Zara was naked in front of him.

He could see her tits.

If he weren’t able to still taste her on his lips, he'd think this was a dream.

“Fuck me.”

She cocked her head to the side as she pushed her pants down her legs. “I’d tell you my face was a few inches higher, but I think the whole goal here is to have you looking at my boobs.”

His mouth was dry, and his cock was harder than ever. “I hope to God I get to do more than look at them.” He gripped the back of his t-shirt behind his head and pulled it off in one motion.

Zara’s jaw fell, making him pump a fist inside his head. She liked what she saw, and that made him happy. He knew he was built well; hell, he played professional baseball for a living and practically lived in the gym. Other women had complimented him many times on his body.

Zara wasn’t other women.

She was THE woman.

The only one he wanted to be seeing or complimenting him.

“You need to move faster,” Zara moved slowly toward him. Her body was gorgeous. Tall, lean, and muscular with gorgeous dark skin. She looked like a fucking queen.

And he wanted to worship her all night long.

Longer, really, but she’d given him the night. He’d just have to make sure it was so good that she’d feel compelled to come back again and again.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?” He raised an eyebrow as he lowered his shorts. He left his boxer briefs on, the prominent bulge of his cock showing her how much he wanted this.

She couldn’t take her eyes off it. When she licked her lips, he about came in his underwear.

“I’ve never been very good at being patient. I woke my parents up at four on Christmas morning to open the presents. On my birthday, I never had gifts to open because I would sweet talk my mom into giving them to me early.” She looked up from his dick and into his eyes. “I want my gift, Noah.” She slid onto the bed, parting her legs.

His heart sped up. This was how she was sitting the night he first saw her. Legs spread, tits out, and a smile on her face. This was the image that haunted him day in and day out.

“No fire alarm is stopping you from taking what you want tonight.” Her words had him moving closer, placing a knee on the bed. “Although there is definitely a fire I need you to put out. “ She trailed her hand over her stomach and up to her plump tits, cupping one.

That was all he could handle.

He dove forward, finding her lips with his and kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

God, he hoped there was a tomorrow.

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