Page 32 of Awakened
I sucked his bottom lip and gently pulled, satisfied by the moan that rumbled from the back of his throat. He pinned our interlaced hands above my head, connecting our bodies from fingertips to toes. In the nonexistent space between us, I rolled my hips against his growing arousal, earning another moan.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my lips before throwing me over his shoulder and unceremoniously dumping me in the middle of my bed.
I laughed as I bounced on the mattress.
Zach loomed over me, his whole predatory vibe ruined by his goofy ass grin.
There’s my silly guy.
I wasn’t sure if I could take on the serious, sexy Zach that had started our little fun, but this Zach I could handle.
“Shirt off,” I ordered from the bed, propping myself up on my elbows to watch the show.
“Yes, ma’am.” He tugged the back of his shirt over his head, and I was blessed with another look at those beautiful muscles. I sighed in appreciation, and Zach laughed, flexing said muscles, making my thighs clench together.
I pulled him down beside me on the bed and quickly straddled his lap.
Zach grabbed my hips and squeezed. “Shirt off.”
Unlike Zach’s smooth movements, my shirt got stuck on my hair as I tried to yank it over my head. He chuckled, saving me from the cotton trap, and tossed it across the room. Normally, I would get super embarrassed having a witness to my less-than-sensual display, but at that moment, with a hot man between my legs, I had no fucks to give about how unsexy my shirt fight was.
Zach’s eyes ate up my exposed skin, and he swallowed. “Fuck.”
That’s all I had to hear. Dipping my head, I pressed my mouth to his, swiping my tongue against his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, and his tongue met mine in a deep caress. He stroked my thighs, his thumb tracing the line of my panties, running the crease of my leg and pussy. A slow throb started in my clit. He wasn’t even really touching me, and I was a few minutes of grinding away from an orgasm.
I leaned back and kissed across to his ear. Taking his earlobe between my teeth, I gently bit and sucked, rocking against his cock. My body tingled in anticipation.
Just another?—
Zach groaned, flipping our positions so I was on my back and he was hovering above me.
“Déjà vu,” he whispered as he looked down at me, licking his swollen lips. Everything about Zach felt familiar, and I wondered if, in a past life, we were connected in some way. How could someone I just met feel so comfortable?
He pressed his hips in between my legs, drawing a deep, needy sound from me. “That’s what you do to me, Sunshine.”
He gave me a lazy smile before capturing my lips in another scorching kiss.
I grabbed his belt buckle, and there was a loud bang on my door. Zach collapsed on top of me. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he mumbled into my neck.
I smiled and pushed him off. “What, Sarah? This better be good!” I yelled, not leaving the bed, mainly because Zach had hisarms wrapped around my waist and was kissing my neck. His dick hard against my thigh distracted me from whatever Sarah was trying to tell me.
She had the audacity to laugh. “Call your brother! He’s called me ten times and texted because you weren’t picking up. He threatened to drive down right now if you don’t call him in the next thirty minutes. Your call, dude.” Her footsteps retreated, and her bedroom door closed.
“Call him back later. He won’t make that trip,” Zach said against my neck, his lips grazing my skin.
I squirmed in his arms, turning to face him. “You don’t know my brother. Not only will he make the trip, but then he will destroy whatever kept me from calling him back. Just give me a minute, and we can get back to it.”
I pecked his lips as he grumbled about phones and interruptions and murdering the next person. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Brandon picked up on the first ring.
“What the fuck, Les?”
“Hey, brother.” Maybe a littleArrested Developmenthumor would lighten the mood?
“Don’t Buster me, missy. You haven’t called me in almost a week!”
“Sorry Brand. I’ve been busy.”
