Page 41 of The Little Things

I nodded. In that very moment, there was no one I trusted more. If he didn’t do something about this ache deep inside me, I wasn’t sure I’d survive. “I trust you,” I said on a rush of breath.

He reached behind his neck to grab my wrists where they were linked and pulled my hands down, bringing them to my sides as he slowly started walking forward, forcing me back step by step. “Good, because you have to know I’d never do anything to hurt you. I’ll make you scream, hell, I’ll do my best to make you cry tonight, but none of that will be in pain.”

His words were like a bolt of lightning shooting straight to my clit. My center throbbed, the emptiness excruciating. I pulled in a gasp when my back collided with the wall, and at the sound, Zach gave me a smile I’d never seen before. It was wolfish and dark and full of the most tantalizing, forbidden promises.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he said, his tone reverent as he slipped his fingers beneath the sash holding my robe closed at my waist and sliding them to the knot at the front. The touch felt sinful and worshipful at the same time.

Nerves jittered in my belly. A million doubts suddenly flooded my head. What if I was the problem? What if the reason I’d never had the kind of sex I read about in romance novels was because I wasn’t any good at it? What if he decided I wasn’t worth it after tonight and took off again?

“Hey.” He took me by the chin and forced me from those dark thoughts by lowering his face to mine. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right now. Get out of your head, baby. You’re supposed to be here with me.”

I gave a wobbly nod and licked my lips. “I’m here.”

“Good.” His gaze traveled down to where his fingers were toying with the knot in my robe’s belt. I’d seen those same fingers tie a rope more times than I could count, and I suddenly understood why I’d always found watching him do that so damn fascinating. “Because I need your focus on me. I need you to pay attention to every single thing I do to you.” He tilted my chin up with his free hand. “You following me, Rae?”

“I follow,” I answered without hesitation.

His gaze penetrated mine, making it impossible to look away. “And if there’s anything I do that you don’t like, I want you to say so right away and I’ll stop.”

He went silent for a beat, as though he was waiting for me to tell him to stop. That wasn’t going to happen. Not when I felt like I was holding on to a fallen powerline and he was the only thing capable of grounding me. He smiled with approval when I returned his silence and gripped the sash with both hands, making quick work of undoing the knot and sliding the two ends free of each other.

His molten gaze slowly traveled downward as he toyed with the silky lapels between his fingers before finally letting them go so they could fall open.

The sound he made was like something you’d expect to hear in the wild, sending a pulse straight to my center. I clenched my thighs together, spreading the wetness that was dripping from me across my upper thighs. I’d never been so drenched in my life. I wasn’t sure if it was normal or if I should be embarrassed. The air conditioning played across my exposed skin as he pushed the robe open farther, exposing everything. My nipples tightened painfully as goosebumps spread across every inch of my body.

“Damn it, baby. I knew you’d be perfect, and just look at you.” The need to cover myself that I’d felt only a moment ago disappeared as his heated gaze dragged over me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. “You’re even better than I imagined. And I’ve imagined a lot.”

My lips parted on a shaky exhale when he reached out to drag the backs of his fingers over my skin from my belly button up toward my breasts. I hissed when he dragged a knuckle over an aching nipple, pulling my lips between my teeth on a whimper as my back arched off the wall.

Zach hummed appreciatively. “Look how responsive you are.” He did the same to the other nipple, garnering a similar reaction. Each brush of my nipples shot straight to my clit like there was an invisible thread tied to both, connecting them. Everything he did to my breasts, I felt in my core. I could feel myself clenching around nothing, trying to get relief, but it seemed Zach was intent on torturing me.

“The moment you opened the door, I wondered what color your nipples were. I tried to guess if you kept your pussy bare or trimmed.” He trailed his fingers back down, making my lower belly quiver as he passed it on his way farther south. He didn’t stop until he cupped my mound in his large hand, letting out a groan while I cried out at his intimate touch. “Love this patch of pretty curls,” he breathed against my lips, using his body to pin me in place against the wall as he slid his fingers through my slit. Back and forth, back and forth. “Love seeing them glisten with your wetness.” He leaned in, nuzzling the crook of my neck before dragging the tip of his nose upward and whispering against my ear. “Tell me I can come inside, Rae. Tell me I can push my fingers inside this tight, drenched heat. That I can drop down to my knees and worship you with my mouth until you come on my tongue over and over, so much you have to beg me to stop. Tell me you’ll let me make you feel like a goddess, Rae. Say yes, baby. Please.”

Oh my God. He had a way with words; that was for certain. I wanted everything he said and so much more.

My breaths were coming at a rapid pace. I felt like something inside me was only moments from detonation. He pulled back, meeting my eyes, and I gave him what we both wanted so badly.

“Yes,” I rasped. That one word carried off on a loud cry when Zach leaned in, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking deeply as he speared two fingers inside me.

The sharp sting of pain quickly faded into a pleasure I’d never experienced before. As Zach’s mouth tormented my nipples in the best possible way, his fingers thrust into me, those long, thick digits sliding against a spot deep inside that no man had ever touched.

My whole body started to quake, pressure building from somewhere deep. The intensity of everything my body was experiencing was almost too much. I’d had orgasms before, but none of them compared to what was brewing.

My eyes fell closed, my head dropping back against the wall on a low moan as I felt Zach’s mouth move to the valley between my breasts before traveling down. His tongue licked a scorching path, circling my belly button and traveling lower, lower, lower.

“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he ground out, his words like sin and honey and the finest wine. I blinked my eyes open, forcing my heavy lids to half-mast to find Zach on his knees in front of me. It was the most intoxicating sight I’d ever seen, this big, strong, rough cowboy on his knees for me, all for my pleasure. “There she is.” His lips curved upward when my hazy gaze collided with his. “I want you to watch as I devour you. I want you to see exactly who’s making you feel so good.”

On that order, he buried his face between my thighs, his magical tongue joining his fingers in raising me to heights I hadn’t thought I was capable of reaching.

“Oh God, yes,” I called out, my hands slapping against the wall behind me as Zach sucked my clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue flicking over the swollen bundle of nerves while his fingers continued to drive inside me, rubbing against that place that made stars burst in front of my eyes. “Zach,” I panted, my voice sharp. My hips began to rock forward, chasing every sweep of his tongue as he continued to play with me. He grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder, opening me wider for him and groaned loudly against my folds as he lapped up my arousal.

“You taste like heaven and hell in one perfect package.” Those brown eyes of his were like velvet when he looked up from between my legs. “I could die a happy man with your taste on my lips, baby.”

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded as that screw deep inside me twisted tighter and tighter. “Please, Zach,” I begged, his name coming out in a sob as my voice cracked. “I’m so close. I need to come.”

He growled against my bare skin, turning his head just enough to sink his teeth into my inner thigh. “You can always count on me to give you what you need.”

He dove back in, burying his face in a way he couldn’t possibly be able to breathe, but he seemed perfectly fine with that.

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