Page 71 of Take My Hand

Zak chuckled, putting an arm around my waist and pulling me towards him. I knew exactly what he wanted, so I straddled him, aware that I was wearing a thin pair of leggings with a crop topandthe fact there was a definite bulge in his sweatpants.

“I missed you today,” he said, licking his lips and letting his tongue linger on his top one.

“You saw me in maths.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t really get chance to talk, seeing as Collard set us that shitty test. It was bloody hard.”

As he cupped my cheek, his ring felt cool against my heated skin. The hardness in his trousers. His accent. His perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth. It all made me feel like the air had rushed from my lungs. Like I couldn’t breathe unless I kissed him, so I smashed my lips against his.

Zak gripped my bum, pulling me towards him so my core was tight against his erection. I rolled my hips enjoying the sensation of the friction, going a little faster when it elicited a groan from the gorgeous boy beneath me.

As his tongue swept erotically against mine, I tasted mint with a tiny hint of cigarette, and I didn’t think there was anything better. My hands went to his biceps as I used them to steady myself while I continued to thrust. They bulged beneath the short sleeves of his white t-shirt, my fingers gripping the hard muscle as I gained traction.

“Maddy,” he urged, moving his hands to my hips. “Shit.”

The way he groaned out the word told me that he was as heated as I was. It also told me that we needed to stop. As much as I knew Zak would be my first, I wasn’t ready for it to be while my dad was sleeping upstairs. My dadandhis new girlfriend.

Zak took control of the situation and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto the seat next to him. We were both panting, and I knew that my face was flushed.

“We need to calm down,” he said, pulling my legs so that they were over his lap. He grinned at me and ran a hand down my calf. “I need to calm down.”

There was still a bulge showing in his sweatpants, and I could feel myself pulsing, desperate for him to touch me, knowing it would be like pressing a detonator button. Instead, I blew out a long breath and concentrated on bringing myself back down to earth.

“Seems like you missed me today, too,” he said with a laugh.

“I might have been staring at your back instead of concentrating on my test.” As Zak’s hand moved up and down my leg it was hard not to jump him again. When I squeezed my thighs together, Zak must have seen the movement because his hand stopped moving and he gripped my leg instead. It was like he was hanging onto his temptation by his fingertips.

“Looking at my Oddballs undies again were you?”

“No,” I scoffed. I absolutely was. Today’s were blue and red stripes.

“Liar.” He threaded his fingers with mine and sighed. “I really should go.”

“You’ve only been here fifteen minutes.”

He grinned. “But so worth it.” I rolled my eyes. “I know it’s been a flying visit, babe, but I just wanted to see you. Make sure you were okay.”

My stomach swooped at him calling me babe. I’d always thought I’d hate for a boy to call me that. That it would be too icky, but Zak saying it was not icky at all.

“If only my dad had gone to bed earlier.”

“Yeah, if only. It’s almost half twelve and we’ve got to get up for school.”

“Where do your mum and dad think you are by the way?” I asked, twisting the silver ring on his thumb.

“In bed, I suppose. They both go to bed about nine-thirty and get up at six every day.”

“Would they worry, though, if they got up and you weren’t in bed?”

“I left a note on my pillow to say I’d gone out for a drive.”

I blinked. “And they won’t worry about that?”

Zak cleared his throat as he shook his head. “Nope, they’re used to me going out for a drive. I don’t always sleep brilliantly.”

I didn’t know that about him, but then I wasn’t sure how I would. Our sleeping patterns weren’t something we’d discussed.

As if on cue, I yawned, and Zak smiled. “Bedtime, I think.”

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