Page 22 of Left in the Dark

His irises are nearly obsidian in the darkness. “What time do you have to be home?”

A blush heats my cheeks. “Not until morning. My parents think I’m staying?—”

His lips cover mine, tilting my head as he deepens the kiss. I whimper, clinging to him. The ever-present fire between us explodes into a bonfire as we devour one another. My heart and pulse pound, my skin overheats, and I’m so damn hungry for this man that my bones feel like they turn to liquid.

He breaks the kiss, lifting me into his arms. I wrap my arm around the back of his neck as he carries me toward the truck.

“I’m sure glad I left all those blankets behind the seat of my truck.”

I giggle as he sets me on my feet. He opens the door, shuts off the headlights that helped illuminate us on the dock and climbs inside. I stare at his ass, the fabric of his pants clinging to his muscles.

When his feet hit the ground, his arms are laden with blankets and a pillow. He smirks at me as he kicks the door shut. “Enjoying the view?”

“You damn well know it.” I follow him to the bed of his truck. He puts the tailgate down and climbs up. “Thank God it’s not too wet. If it would’ve poured, it would still be soaked.” He lays the blankets down and arranges the pillow as I stand there and watch.

“Do you need?—”

His sharp look over his shoulder shuts me up. I hide my smile behind my hand as he continues prepping, ensuring it’s as perfect as he can get it before he turns around and approaches me.

Leaning over, he grabs me and lifts me so I’m standing on the bed of his truck. “Something funny, huh?”

I can’t contain my laughter as I pull off one heel, then the other, while holding onto his shoulder for balance. “Sorry.” I try to compose myself, but the look on his face makes me laugh harder.

He grabs me and wrestles me to the blankets. “Funny. You don’t sound sorry.” He flips me so I’m on my back. “You’re forgetting one thing, minx.”

“What’s that?”

His fingers are on my sides, tickling me. “I know all your ticklish spots.”

I squeal, squirming beneath him. He laughs, grabs my hands, and easily pins them together, holding my wrists with one hand while the other keeps tickling my side until I’m crying from laughing so hard.

He stops, letting me breathe. “This is how you should look at your prom. Radiant and carefree.”

His words hit me square in the chest. There’s something so inherently special about Zayne. Part of me hates that so few see it, while the other is glad I don’t have to share that part of him with anyone else.

“It’s because of you.”

The desire burning in his eyes incinerates me. I wrap my legs around his waist, eliciting a moan from him seconds before his lips capture mine. He releases my wrists and grinds against me. My hands go through his dark hair before gliding down his back.

“I get you all night, huh?” He says between kisses.

“All night,” I whisper back, breathing heavily. “I need this off.” I run my hands down his shirt.

He sits up, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. I follow him, grabbing his belt and unbuckling it. A teasing smile curls his lips. “Someone’s impatient.”

My eyes lift to his. “I need you, Zayne.”

He rips his shirt off as I unbutton and unzip his pants. I help him out of them, wincing from the pain coursing through my injured hand.

“I’ve got it.” He grabs my hand, lightly kissing the knuckles as he pushes his pants to his knees. He releases it and pushes his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. I reach for it, but he stops me.

“Nope. You’re right-handed, so no stroking me tonight.” He shifts, tugging his pants off one leg, before doing the same with the other.

I bask in the sight of his naked body, swallowing hard at the sight of his cock. He laughs before he reaches behind me and begins tugging at my zipper. “It’s time for me to ogle you like you’re ogling me.”

“I’m not ogling you.”

He chuckles, pulling the tiny straps down my arms. Within seconds, he has the strapless bra undone before gesturing for me to lift my hips. “You’re definitely ogling me.”

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