Page 80 of Something Cheeky

He brushed her hair aside and caressed the soft curve of her neck. She inhaled sharply. He still couldn’t get over the fact that a simple touch from him lit a spark in her.

“Maybe we can finish christening your couch.”

Zoe’s cheeks reddened. “Oh God, that was so embarrassing. I can’t believe I freaked out like that.”

“How about we make some new memories here then?”

“Like watching a movie?” Zoe teased as she reached for the television remote.

“Nope.” He kicked the remote out of her reach.

Zoe gasped. “Did you just kick—”

She squealed as he pushed her onto her back. Zoe tried to sit back up but he grabbed her forearms and pressed them against the couch. Her fists were still clenched but her body relaxed into his hold. Her eyes were wide and willing.

“The best part about a fight is the make-up sex,” he said in a low voice.

Zoe’s eyes fluttered.

“I like this part,” she whispered as her fists uncurled.

He kissed the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell with the rhythm of her breath that he’d learned to associate with her arousal. A flush grew on her neck and spread to her face as he pressed his lips on every bare inch of her chest and neck.

“Derek, kiss me,” she begged. She made a half-hearted attempt to pull her arm out of his grasp but he held firm. “Please.”

Her wide eyes implored him. Her lips parted as her pink tongue darted out.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he exclaimed before he claimed her lips.

Her head rose up to meet him. Her lips were hot and hungry and—everything he needed. During rehearsal, he was the person everyone came to for decisions. They asked so much of him that he’d barely found time to think.

Tonight he was the one who needed—what? To feel in control of his life when everything else was spinning faster and faster around him.

“Zoe, I need you,” he growled.

She parted her lips in invitation for him to deepen their kiss. Her mouth was hot and soft and tasted of sweetness and coffee.

“I’m all yours,” she said between their kisses.

Zoe had spent every night since the meet and greet in his apartment, where they spent half the night naked and intertwined. In his bed, he’d been happy to let her lead their lovemaking. But tonight, something had changed.

He groaned against her mouth as heat flooded his body. His cock grew hard and insistent for her body. Not yet. He needed to feel her, skin to skin.

Derek released her arms so he could pull off her tunic. Shedidn’t have on a bra. Her light brown nipples peaked, as if commanding him to—

“Glorious,” he breathed before taking one of them in his mouth.

He was rewarded with a moan as Zoe’s body arched to meet his lips. Derek rolled her other nipple between his fingers, feeling her body shudder as he increased the pressure on both. One with his mouth and the other with his fingers.

She reached down and slipped her hand under the waistband of her leggings to pull them off, but he stopped her.

“You’re impatient tonight,” he teased as he pulled her hands away in order to peel off the damned leggings himself. She lifted her hips to help him.

“So what?” she retorted as she reached for the hem of his T-shirt. “A woman can’t want to feel her man’s cock inside her?”

Suddenly his jeans were too tight. He wanted to rip off the leggings and sink his dick deep into her wet, tight—he closed his eyes and bit his lip. He took deep breaths until his head—the one up top—was in control.

No, not yet. Tonight he wanted to be a little selfish and in control. He wanted to kiss and caress every inch of her body and make her beg to come. That was what he wanted. What he needed.

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