Page 67 of For the Love of Lily

“It was a gift. I think Cassie wants to trade it for eggs,” I said.

“You’re not making sense. Doesn’t matter as long as you come home.” His eyes were intense, and we just looked at each other for a moment.

“I’m trying, Zack. I am. This is making me realise how much I miss being normal together,” I admitted.

“I told you normal wasn’t all bad,” he said as he sipped from the beer bottle. “So how much wine have you had?”

“I don’t know. Three? And a lemon martini?” I screwed my nose up as I thought about it.

“It’s about the right amount that you’ll love it if I start getting ideas about you taking the fluffy dressing gown off…”

I bit my lip before I replied. “Zachary, that’s an obscene suggestion. What type of girl do you think I am?”

“That’s so unfair that I can’t give you a full title like that.” He rolled his eyes, but I knew he loved it. “As for what type of girl you are… I told you many times that you’re my perfect girl. I seem to recall many, many nights when we weren’t together but things… could still sometimes happen?”

I could hear that his was breath was coming faster and realised mine was too. His eyes were dark and intense. I wished he was with me right now. I was hit by waves of nostalgia. “I remember those nights. I remember I used to desperately wish it was your hand on me rather than my own. I cursed myself for asking you to take it slow.”

“Where would you like my hand now then, Lily?” he asked, as he shifted around on the sofa, all thoughts of football now relegated.

“Unfastening this,” I replied as I undid the dressing gown belt and slid out of it. He could only see from my collarbone up, but I knew the effect it’d have. “Whilst I was unfastening your jeans, hearing that satisfying thud as your belt hits the floor.”

I smiled widely as I saw him stand up and then heard the same thud I’d just mentioned. “Obviously on the same wavelength here.”

“I loved the way we went a little further every time we met, it was likes weeks of foreplay, it used to play on my mind all day. What your voice sounded like in my ear, what your next step would be,” I told him.

“Me too, I struggled to concentrate on anything but you, still do.” I could see the phone jolt as he got comfortable. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I wanted you, but it wouldn’t have been the same if we’d jumped right in. Those few weeks were indescribable, I adored them.”

I closed my eyes, sighing as I recalled. Forgetting for a moment that Zack was watching me. His voice snapped me out of it. “You look amazing. I can imagine right now what your skin smells like, how warm you are. I know that anytime now you’d make the sexiest little noises in my ear as my hands wandered all over you.”

“Zack,” he was driving me crazy already. “You know my favourite way to make those noises, right?”

“I do,” he sounded breathless. “You’d push me down, maybe right here on this couch, and climb onto my knee…”

“Take your face in my hands and kiss you, proper, sexy kisses,” I continued the story for him.

“Then I’d run my hands up your legs, tease you with my fingers before…” He sounded so on edge as he spoke. I could almost imagine my own fingers were his in that instant.

“I love looking into your eyes at that moment, Zack, as you pull me down onto you.”

His voice was so low as he spoke. “That’s when I forget the whole world. When only you and I exist. Feeling you gasping in my ear, the smell of your hair, your skin pressed against mine. That feeling of heat on the inside of you…” He stopped speaking, and I knew that those memories had pushed him over the edge. I was feeling the same and caught up, the phone fell between the pillows as I did so.

I tried to control my breathing, smiling at Zack as I grabbed the phone back. “Thought I’d lost you there.” Zack looked insanely sexy as he leaned back on the couch. Our couch, in our house.

“Sorry,” I bit my lip, embarrassed. “Got a bit carried away.”

“As if you ever have to apologise for that. We shouldn’t have stopped those calls.”

“Be weird if we were in rooms next to each other though,” I grinned.

“Nah, because I could come grab you when it got too much,” Zack replied with a happy shrug.

I lay down, my head on a plump pillow, contemplating him for a moment. “I love you so much, Zack. I’m sorry if I haven’t shown it enough.”

“Shh. I love you, always will.” I blew a kiss to him as he continued to speak. “Listen, you need to look after yourself. You looked exhausted at work, and I worry about you. So, while you have that huge bed to yourself and you’re still feeling all orgasmic and dreamy, get some sleep, ok?”

I nodded. “I will. You too, Zack.”

“Night, Lily. I love you.”

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