Page 161 of Tempting Fate

“Yes.” The truth hangs heavy in the dark night. “But you won’t.”

Rather than respond to my claim, Zeke pushes to his feet. The intent in his eyes freezes me in place as he stalks toward me. Step by step. Like a lion advancing on a stunned gazelle, his stride eats the distance between us. He stops once he’s close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his wide frame.

“I came,” Zeke tells me. Curling his body over mine, he brushes the hair from my shoulder. His lips are soft when he places them to my ear and murmurs, “Does that mean you’re mine again, sweet thing?”

“I never stopped being yours.”

Zeke slips his hands into my hair, cupping the nape of my neck and the back of my head, then his mouth is on mine a heartbeat later. I part my lips when he swipes his tongue across the seam. He surges forward, tongue tangling with mine as he consumes me. My hands are nimble as I pull his shirt free of his jeans, my fingertips run back and forth along the skin above his waistband until he groans. Zeke shudders when I slide my hands along his upper body. Stopping once I reach the middle of his chest, I close my eyes and lose myself in our kiss while his heart thunders beneath my palms. When he pulls his mouth from mine, I run my tongue across my bottom lip.

He still tastes the same.

Shaking from head to toe, I trail my hands around his ribs and hug my ex-fiancé tight. My cheek lands on his shoulder, and I rest my full weight against him. For the first time in two months, I allow myself to wilt under the pressure of my broken life.

“Lily—”

I press my finger to his lips to stop him from talking. “Don’t speak. Not tonight.”

With a speed that declares of our familiarity with each other, Zeke sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the table where he was sitting when I stepped outside. The glass tabletop is cold on my backside, but the contradiction between the heat pulsing in my veins and the chill only adds to the desire surging through me. My core throbs. My heart performs backflips in my chest, happy to be back where it belongs.

For the first time since Alex’s final attack, my body floods with lust. My mind is clear of doubt. Every nerve ending calls out for Zeke’s touch.

I want him.

His body on mine.

His hands stroking my skin.

His cock inside me.

“Needa taste you.” Zeke doesn’t wait for my agreement. As if reading my mind, he kneels before me and pushes my thighs apart. “Gonna fuckin’ devour you.”

Strong hands tear my fishnets where they cover my core. My panties follow a second later when they’re twisted into a knot and ripped from my body with one harsh tug. Zeke’s fingertips dig into the soft flesh at the junction of my thighs as he holds them open, exposing me to his greedy gaze before he leans forward and swipes my clit with his tongue.

“Fucking missed this pussy. Missed your big heart even more.”

I open my mouth to tell him that I missed him too.

The words die when he distracts me from my confession by pushing two fingers inside me. Head thrown back, a throaty moan tumbles from my mouth when he brushes the magic spot on my front wall with his fingertips. With manic precision, Zeke works me over with his hand. Pumping. Thrusting. Destroying me. He flattens his tongue against my clit and lavishes the sensitive nub with attention until my hips are bucking and I’m holding his head in place with both hands.

My thighs clamp around his ears when he brings me to the edge.

In one smooth motion, Zeke presses a third finger inside me and stands. His wide body covers mine as he captures my mouth. I can taste myself on him when he thrusts his tongue between my lips in the same rhythm he uses to fuck me with his fingers. With his thumb on my clit and his hand pumping tirelessly, Zeke swallows my cries as I come for the first time since he last touched me. My grip is tight as I hold his wrist, determined to keep his fingers inside me while I gasp my way through the aftershocks that spark through my lower belly.

Panting hard, I struggle to catch my breath.

When Zeke drops to his haunches, I look down between my legs to see what he’s doing.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” My whimpers become moans when he licks my clit, then pushes his tongue inside me. I’m sensitive. Too sensitive. My entire body shudders as Zeke brings me back to the cusp within a minute. “God. Zeke. Fuck.”

With one final thrust of his tongue, he shoves me over into the bright abyss of ecstasy.

I can’t breathe.

Think.

Speak.

All I can do is feel.

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