Page 46 of Zen's Crash

I tilt my head up to look at him. “That’s a really good idea. The thing is, I already have a bunch of boxes in the back of my mind. I don’t know if I have room for one more.”

“I can always distract you with kisses,” he offers.

“It always comes back to that with us, doesn’t it?”

He smiles down at me. “You mean the mutual attraction? Yeah, it does. I like that we always have that to fall back on. Don’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely. Distracting ourselves from our problems with kissing is way better than medication, therapy, and endless talking.”

He drops a light kiss on the tip of my nose, then claims a long, lingering kiss. I don’t know how long we kiss, but it’s a sweet reprieve from all the really fucked-up shit going on in our lives.Once we start kissing, all I want is more. I slide my arms up around his neck and kiss him back for all I’m worth.

When we pull apart, he murmurs, “Your turn in the shower, baby. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re finished.”

Zen’s rough, deep, needy voice does things to me, making me want him with a kind of desperation I never knew was possible. I give him a quick kiss and slide off his lap. Padding my way to his bathroom, I find he’s set out clean towels for me—and a brush, blow dryer, and new toothbrush. Zen is one of the most considerate men I’ve ever met. I’m glad he seems to have forgiven me for running out this morning. I finish my shower in record time and go back out to the bedroom to find Zen sitting naked on the bed, stroking his thick cock.

“You started without me,” I tease.

“I’m just priming myself for you. Want to make sure my cock is good and hard, in case you want to take a ride.”

He says that so seriously I don’t realize he’s joking until I see a slow smile spread across his face. Then I know I’ve been had.

I quickly jump onto the bed and right into his arms. “I’m all kinds of interested. Don’t you ever doubt that.”

Zen slides one hand through my hair and comments, “You blew it all dry. It’s a good look for you.”

I smile up at him, growing fonder of him by the moment. I like the way we relax into each other’s company. I cup his face with my hands, letting my fingers barely touch his shoulder-length hair. “I like a lot of things about you, too.”

“I didn’t think muscles and tattoos were your thing,” he says casually.

“Then you don’t know me very well. I’ve been thinking of getting a tattoo myself.”

His eyes fly open with surprise. “Are you for real right now? I think you’d look amazing with a tattoo.”

“I thought about getting a yin-yang with your name in the yang half.”

His cock jerks hard against my stomach, throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” I tease.

“Fuck yes, I most certainly do. What man wouldn’t want to see his woman inked with his name? I could get a matching one with your name in the yin space.”

The idea of having matching tattoos with each other’s names lights a warm space in my heart. I know we haven’t known each other for long,but something about this feels right. Maybe it’s because when you know, you know. I promise myself I’m going to stop second-guessing when it comes to Zen. He’s amazing, and I’d be the luckiest woman alive to capture his heart.

He uses my hair to tug me closer, and I go willingly, eager for what he has to give. His fingers find my sweet spot, and he drives me to ever higher peaks of pleasure as his mouth plunders mine like he owns me. Every single thing this man does, I absolutely love—this most especially.

When I lift myself up, he knows what I want, so he helps me onto his cock. Him sitting with his back to the wall and me face-first in his lap is my favorite position because I get to bounce on his thick cock all I want. I like being in the driver’s seat when it comes to sex. Zen’s no slouch—he’s busy helping lift me and thrusting his hips to get just the angle he likes. Sex with Zen is very physical and I can’t get enough of him.

At one point, I throw my head back and let my long black hair hang behind me, putting my body on full display for him. He eats me up with his eyes, and his hands begin roaming over my body. Everywhere he touches, pleasure follows—especially my breasts and pussy.

When I begin to tire, Zen rolls us over and begins to pound into me hard and fast. He pushes me into a hard orgasm and then keeps right on going as my core flutters around his cock. I’m overwhelmed with waves of pleasure that just keep coming to the point I can’t tell where one orgasm stops and another begins. It’s just a huge blur of ecstasy.

After a few more thrusts, Zen finds his own release. I can feel his huge cock pulsating deep within my core as he fills me with his seed. Nothing is better than seeing that sexy snarl on his face when he comes—my mild-mannered computer genius becomes almost feral.

He turns us, and we lie on our sides, his cock still stuffed inside the warm, soft confines of my body. He grabs a blanket and pulls it over us so we can stay wrapped in a warm embrace for a while longer. My brain switches off, and my last coherent thought is how much I want more nights like tonight, with Zen in my arms, in my bed, and in my life.

Chapter 18

Zen

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