Page 84 of Take My Hand

“Yeah,” Zak said, his lips against my forehead. “We’re coming.”

We were alone. Liam had taken Emma and Liv home about half an hour before. Liv had had turned up halfway through the film, moaning that her parents wanted her home by half nine. That meant that it was just the two of us snuggled up on the sofa with a large, brown, furry throw over us and we were dangerously close to taking the next step.

“Zak,” I groaned as he ran a hand over my bum, his fingers playing with the elastic on my knickers. He was inches away from my wetness after already giving me an orgasm with his fingers. “What if your mum and dad come back?”

“They won’t come down here.” He nibbled at my ear lobe, pushing his hard on between the apex of my thighs. “I locked the door when the others left.”

Our jeans and t-shirts were on the floor down the side of the sofa, and Spotify was on the huge TV, quietly playing Made for Me by Muni Long. I was running my fingers along the ridges of his abs in a rhythm he clearly liked, if the soft moans were anything to go by.

“Won’t they wonder why it’s locked?” As Zak’s tongue slithered down my neck, I arched my back and let out a soft breath. My nipples were so hard they hurt.

“They’ll know I want some privacy, but they won’t even try it. I promise.”

Any nerves I had disappeared. Any worries that he wouldn’t be the boy I thought he was, seemed unfounded. But I didn’t care if nothing came of it, of us, because I was ready. It was what I wanted even if our time together was brief.

Everything about this boy made me feel. My blood thrummed rapidly through my veins. I had constant butterflies in my stomach. I jumped out of bed in a morning, desperate to start a new day with him. He made me want to laugh and smile all the time. Maybe those feelings wouldn’t last forever but they were there now, and I was going to embrace them.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked, closing my eyes to avoid watching his expression. Scared that he might reject me, and not wanting to see it if he did.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “Mads, please, open them.”

Slowly I did as he asked and peeked up at him through my lashes. He was smiling softly as he pushed the hair from my eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, “because I swear, we don’t have to.”

My heart was thudding so fast, I wondered if it was what a heart attack felt like. The anticipation of what we were about to do sending an electric current through ever nerve ending but I knew what I wanted.

Nodding, I reached up to run a finger down his cheek. “I do. I do want to.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” he said softly, “then yes, I have a condom.”

I pushed the breath of nervous energy from my lungs and allowed myself to relax into the sofa, letting my limbs soften and soak up the attention that Zak was giving to me.

“Would you prefer to go upstairs?” he asked, linking our fingers together. “To my bedroom?”

“Here is good.” Here was perfect. Moving might change that.

After pecking a kiss to my lips, Zak slipped from under the throw and padded over to the unit against the wall. As he opened up one of the drawers, he took out a box and turned to me.

“I put them in here earlier.”

I burst out laughing. “You thought I’d be a sure thing, did you?”

His eyes went wide, and he ran a hand over his head, shaking it fiercely. “Shit, no. I swear. I just thought that… honestly, Maddie, I didn’t… I thought that maybe?—”

“Zak, it’s fine.” Giggling, I sat up letting the throw drop to my waist. I was wearing a bright pink bra with electric blue lace and my nipples were hard and pushing against the jersey material—instantly his eyes were drawn to them.

“Shit, Mads.” He rubbed a hand down his face and groaned. “Anyway, if you think I’m a twat then I understand, but I swear I didn’t?—"

“Zak.” I rolled my eyes. “Just get back over here.”

“Are you sure?” He put the box back in the drawer and took a tentative step back to me.

“I am, but please don’t forget the condoms. We’re going to need them.”

He exhaled and turning quickly, reached for them, and then almost ran back to me, launching himself on the sofa on top of me, dropping the condoms behind my head. I let out an explosion of air and laughter, relishing in the warmth he brought to me, not just from his body against mine.

His hands moved to either side of my face, pushing all my hair away from it and his beautiful chocolate pools studied me. “I really like you, Maddy. A lot.”

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