Page 119 of Devoted

Desperate.

He went back to stripping, and a low moan ripped from me as his underwear hit the floor. The ripple of his abdomen, the heavy set of his balls. The dark hair dusting over his chest, leading down to his groin. Everything about him was hot. “Fuck, Zeke. Every time I see you naked, it’s like the first time all over again. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” He grabbed my calves, hauling me to the end of the bed until my legs were dangling over the edge. “I’m the lucky one here.”

He didn’t take his eyes off me as he undid and removed my trousers. His strong fingers worked them over my hips, my boxers following suit.

My chest was rising and falling as he leaned down to unbutton my shirt.

‘You’re being lazy, just lying here and letting him do all the work. He’s disgusted by you.’

I reluctantly lifted my hands to undo the bottom button of my shirt, but before I could do so, Zeke gently grabbed my wrist. “No.”

I froze. “No?”

“No,” he repeated softly. The understanding in his eyes had me wanting to weep. “No, baby. You asked me to take care of you, and that’s what I’m going to do. I don’t want you to do anything exceptfeel. Can you do that for me, Sam?”

My brain went quiet as I nodded. “Please.”

He let go of my hand, leaning down to kiss me. “I’ve got you.”

There was nothing hasty about how he unbuttoned my shirt. Zeke’s fingers traced each new area of skin that was revealed. He mapped out every inch of me with a touch that was so gentle, it was almost reverent.

I’d never had someone touch me like this. Like I was someone worth exploring.

‘His attention won’t last.’

I ignored that thought. If it didn’t, that was for future me to deal with. Current me was going to enjoy every damned second of this. I was going to engrave the way he was looking at me on my memory. Whenever I questioned my worth, I’d pull up this moment right here.

The one where Zeke made me feelworthy.

Once my shirt was open, Zeke stared down at me for a few moments. Then he decided to retrace the path his fingers had taken.

With his lips.

By the time I was fully naked, I was shivering. Not from cold, but arousal. There were fireworks under my skin, Zeke’s touch lighting the fuses.

It could’ve been minutes or hours, but finally Zeke decided he’d had enough of exploring, straightening up to stare down at me again.

Did he want me to move up the bed? Surely he’d want to get to the main event now; he’d already spent more time exploring my body than all my past lovers combined.

But Zeke, once again, proved me wrong. Kneeling between my thighs, he licked his lips as he stared at my cock. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

That was all the warning he gave me before sucking me into his mouth. I gasped, twisting my hands in the bedsheets as the head of my cock slipped into his throat.

Fuck. I have to see this.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I moaned loudly at the sight that awaited me. Zeke’s head was bobbing up and down on my cock, his strong hands holding my thighs open.

And those wicked, hungry eyes of his were on my face.

“Zeke.” His name was a whisper. A plea. “Zeke, please.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he took me deeper. One of his hands left my thigh, going between my legs.

“Yes.” I spread my legs wider, ignoring the protest from my hips. “Please.”

He withdrew. There was a quiet click, then I felt the familiar coolness caressing my puckered skin.

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