Page 85 of Love, Just In

‘I thought only in my dreams would I ever get to touch you like this,’ he breathes against my lips. ‘I think about this all the time. I’m like a teenager again, losing my fucking mind over you.’

‘Again?’ I tease.

‘You know I had it bad for you back then,’ he rumbles into my mouth, and our tongues return to doing something way more fun than talking. My hands roam down the muscular planes of his back before landing on the firm mounds of his ass, which I grab and squeeze like I’m claiming ownership.Finally. Mine.

He guides my shirt off my shoulders before lowering his mouth to lick a hot, wet stripe up my cleavage.Oh my.

‘Fuck, I need to see you so badly,’ he says in a rasp.

He slips his hands behind my back and unhooks my bra, tugging it down as his heavy gaze lands on my breasts.

‘So fucking perfect,’ he says huskily, capturing the soft swells in his hands and feeling his way around while I palm his ass harder.

I need to touch the thick length straining the fabric of his trousers, but Zac sinks down and pulls one of my breasts into his mouth. My head lolls back, and my legs turn to water as he drags his tongue over me on both sides while his fingers bite into my waist.

‘God, Zac,’ I moan like this is already too much, and he stands back up to kiss me again.

‘We should go to the bedroom,’ he whispers against my mouth. When I nod, he slides his arms around my back and turns us around, walking me backwards while kissing me senseless.

I don’t even know what direction we’re facing, but when my back collides with the cushioned backrest of the couch, instead of resetting our course for the bedroom, Zac drops to his knees and closes his mouth over one of my nipples again. I moan and claw at the messy curls of his hair before my fingers slip inside the neck of his shirt. When I grip the muscles bunching in his shoulders, I lose all patience with the fact that this man is still clothed. I give him a tiny shove so that his lips detach from my breast, twist his shirt collar in my fist, and use it to yank him back to his feet.

A sexy laugh slips out of him as I hook my fingers inside the front of his shirt and rip it open, sending buttons flying.

‘I’ve always wanted to do that,’ I say without apology. I slide the busted shirt off his shoulders and drink in the sight of his toned chest.

‘You’re so yummy,’ I say as I glide my fingers over the ripples of his abs. ‘It’s not fair to the other boys.’

He just smirks and blushes, and our hands begin exploring each other’s chests like we’ve been waiting for this moment for years.

Transfixed by the sight of him shirtless in a pair of pants that stretch tightly at the fly, I consider snappinga photo so that I’ll have wanking-off material for life, but quickly dismiss the thought. I have more important things to do right now.

My hand departs from his stomach to trail down to his hardness, and a little sigh of lust rolls out of me as I grip him tightly through his slacks. His forehead falls into my neck, and he groans as I run my palm up and down.

With a shuddery breath, he suddenly drops back to his knees, and I lose my grip on him. He blinks up at me, pupils blown, cheeks flushed—a gift from my dreams—before he unbuttons my pants and tugs them down my thighs. I kick out of them, and he pushes one of my legs up and to the side. He braces his palm against my thigh, keeping me balanced, then runs his nose up the length of my core through my satin panties.Holy shit. He presses the pad of his thumb to that perfect spot between my thighs and circles it, and my fingers sink into his hair as I close my eyes and try to burn this moment into my brain so I never forget it.

Then, swearing under his breath, he hikes down my panties and looks at me bare before murmuring a sound of hunger. With a slow but firm glide, he runs his tongue up and down my wetness, swirling and sucking while my aching moans fill the air. He digs his fingers into my flesh and spreads me open, burrowing his tongue inside me before replacing it with his fingers.

‘God, I can’t get enough of you,’ he breathes as he sinks two fingers inside me, and I become a completelydazed version of myself who’s incapable of anything. His tongue swirls and sucks and his fingers thrust and twist until a volcano of heat bubbles up within me, the tension making me see double until it suddenly explodes, raining pleasure down on every cell in my body.

Zac hums a sound of approval and stands back up, his mouth swollen and edible. I kiss him while my hand returns to the rock-solid length in his trousers. I am so done with waiting. I unzip his fly and haul his slacks and boxer briefs down his thighs, wetness throbbing in me at the sight of his arousal.Of course, he’s perfect. He drags his fingers through my hair while I wrap my hand around him and just feel him. Little moans tumble out of me as I stroke him, loving how it makes his brow crease and his chest heave. I want more, so I brush my thumb over his tip and begin pumping him harder and faster.

His fingers tighten around the back of my neck. ‘Whoa, beautiful. Slow down. You’re gonna make me come.’

The thought of watching that is an encouragement, not a deterrent, but I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t want to, not yet.

I swallow a shaky breath. ‘Do you think we should use a condom?’

His brow pinches as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. ‘Why wouldn’t we?’

‘I’m on the pill, remember? And the doctor just did a check-up, and I was clean for everything. I don’t know; I’m just wondering.’

His eyes flicker back and forth between mine. ‘I’m clean too.’

‘OK, then.’

My heart pounds as his affection glimmers in his eyes. ‘I just want to feelyou,’ he says. ‘All of you.’

Emotion throbs through me. ‘Same.’

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