Page 13 of For the Love of Lily

“Pfft!” I grinned. “He’s great, though, isn’t he?”

She nodded as she plated up four beautiful desserts. “I had an interesting chat with Guy before.”

“Everything OK?” I asked.

“Yep, we’re going to try for another baby!” Cassie’s whole face lit up with happiness.

“Amazing news! Give me the nod if you want us to get going,” I winked. “You were right, by the way. This is lovely doing couples stuff together.”

“I know! I can already imagine us all, summers in the south of France, kids crashed out while we drink fancy wine outside the villa.”

“Let’s give it a little longer before you book the next ten years in, hey?” We carried the dessert plates through to find Zack and Guy chatting away like old friends. It wasn’t just the wine making me feel warm and fuzzy as we said goodbye later in the evening.

Zack and I fell through the front door of my flat. My hands held his face to keep his kisses on me as he gripped at my hips, pulling me against his body.

My heart was about to beat up and out of my throat as Zack pressed me against the wall. His hands slid down underneath me, and I whimpered as he lifted me. My legs wrapped around him, as if on a lustful autopilot. His lips moved from my mouth, down and across my neck.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for a minute,” he murmured to me between kisses.

My body felt out of my control as it reacted to him, but my mind wanted to know what he was thinking and feeling. I needed to know if this was as intense for him as it was for me. Or was I being naïve and reading more into the situation we found ourselves in? “What things were you thinking?” I asked as I squeezed my legs tighter.

“Things like this…” he replied as his finger stroked my skin from the top of my neck, down the exposed skin of my breastbone, then all the way back up. “How much I wanted to kiss you all week. That I miss you when we aren’t together. Those sorts of things.” He watched my reaction as he continued to run his hand up and down. “Also, how on earth you got into jeans that tight and sexy. How about you? What are you thinking?”

As I tried to speak, he pressed needy kisses along my collarbone, one of his hands squeezing the top of my thigh to hold me steady as his other teased at my skin. A scorching flash of heat shot upwards through me as I tried to control my breath. “I think that… I don’t know what you’re doing to me, it’s like you’re taking me over, and I don’t want you to stop.” Zack carried me to the bedroom and placed me onto the bed. His mouth and hands never left me.

“Intrigued as I am by how tight these jeans are, I’m even more interested in how they come off.” He kissed the bare skin of my stomach as his hands grabbed the waistband and began to slowly wriggle them off me.

“You’re so beautiful, you take my breath away.” I saw a shiver pass over him. “It isn’t time yet, but there’s no harm in a little warm up?” He pressed his lips to mine as his hand skimmed across my now bare thighs. They scarcely touched me yet left a trail of desire. That trail continued up as he reached into the black La Perla thong that I had worn, knowing that I wanted this to happen.

His fingers applied a moment of delicious pressure, then he stopped, holding them there as he spoke. “Are you happy with this?” I nodded as I tried to catch my breath, praying he wouldn’t stop. “Still going slow, don’t try to trick me into more, madam.” I laughed and felt his fingers move against me. “Just hands today, Lily.”

I gasped for air as he brought every single nerve ending to full attention with fingers that teased, caressed and lingered in all the right places. I was shaking as I undid the buttons of his jeans. There had been a few occasions now where I had felt him through his clothes, the hardness of him against me when we woke up in the morning, for example. My anxiety bubbled up within me. What if this didn’t go well? Now or never, Lily.

Sucking his bottom lip, I glanced into his eyes as my fingers ran down him. I marvelled at the silkiness of his skin as I sensed the blood pulsing through him. My whole body hummed with desire, I wanted him so badly.

“Hands are nice, see?” Zack’s voice awoke me from my thoughts as his fingers pressed harder. My head cradled into the nook of his neck as I felt drunk on the feeling. “I said I’d like you speechless, remember?”

I nodded as I concentrated on him, relishing how he strained against my hand. “Wondering how I make you speechless in return.” My words just about came out in the right order as he pressed his thumb onto me.

Zack pulled me tight against him. I wrapped my leg over his hip, my body begged for more. Yet at the same time, this was too much. I basked in the feeling as Zack gave me what I craved. Moaning un-intelligible words into his ear as my whole body melted against him, he grabbed me with an urgency and kissed me, his breath ragged in my mouth as I felt his heat within my hand. I’d never known that could turn me on so much.

Neither of us moved from our intimate locations as we stilled. Our lips still kissed at each other’s mouths softly as our eyes locked. Heart rates returned to normal, breaths slowed down, but our eyes never moved.

“All good?” Zack asked cautiously.

“Blissful,” I replied as I finally let him go and took a long breath.

“I think this going slow is pretty perfect,” he smiled contentedly as he wrapped his arms around me, cuddling us up ready for sleep. “Night, perfect girl.”

Five

Early on Wednesday afternoon, I dashed down to work after a distracting lunchtime call with Zack. A delivery man followed me in through the main entrance with the most amazing bunch of dark red roses, the colours in them bright and vivid. Their scent flowed throughout the reception area.

“They alright here, love?” He plonked them down on the reception desk before I could answer.

I checked the card to see who they were for, hoping they were mine but knowing probably not likely. That little white envelope didn’t let me down- Miss Lily Forshaw. The burgundy red blooms were stunning, separated by sprays of pure white Gypsophila. I couldn’t even count how many roses there were in the tight hessian wrap.

“Oh my god, Lily!” mouthed Petra, our receptionist.

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