Page 85 of Awakened
No matter how many times I had the pleasure, I would never get tired of seeing Zach’s body. All the exhaustion I felt downstairs evaporated, and I was ready to exert as much energy as was necessary to prove my enthusiasm.
I stepped under the warm water, watching him slide his jeans and boxers down. I wasn’t sure if it was the months of living like a nun or seeing Zach in all his glory, but I was one touch away from coming.
Talk about zero to sixty.
“I’ve missed that look,” Zach husked.
“What look?”
“Like I’m the only thing you need.”
“Oh.”
His expression became thoughtful, and my stomach knotted up. I wasn’t sure I was ready for wherever this was going.
“This is probably the wrong time and place for this conversation, but I’ve missed you.”
We had quickly traveled into dangerous territory, all while stark naked. “You mean you miss sex with me.”
“Yeah, I miss the sex, but that’s not all. I miss falling asleep talking to you, waking up to your terrible singing in the shower, you stealing bites from my plate when I order something different, your cackle when you’ve stumped me, the smell of you on my sheets—I just miss you. I told you things tonight that no one knows. I trust you more than anyone. I think we should give us a try, a real try. What do you think?”
For the first time since I’d met Zach, he looked nervous and unsure. He was just full of surprises.
It wasn’t the time to make decisions about starting a romantic relationship, but honestly, there never had been a good time for us. With the Cornerstone Packs, my dad and Grace’s murders, the taken girls, and The Gathering to contend with, it didn’t look like there would ever be a good time. I was exhausted from being responsible and worrying about everyone else and what they wanted.
Fuck it.
I was going to get what I needed, and that was Zach.
“Okay, but we should take it super slow.”
His eyes lit up, and a small smile pulled at his lips as he stepped into the shower. “I can do slow.” As if to prove his point, he trailed his fingers down my side, inch by torturous inch, as he pressed into mybody.
I wiggled and slapped his hand. “Firm touches. You know what I meant.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He pushed me under the water and ran his hands over my hair, making sure it was completely wet. Reaching past me, he grabbed my shampoo. He lathered my strands, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying his fingertips massaging my scalp.
“Mm. That feels good.”
He spun me around to rinse and then took his time rubbing conditioner through the ends and running my wide-tooth comb through the snarls in my curls. He was careful not to make too much contact with my skin, keeping a good few inches in between our bodies. Heat radiated off him, and I tried to brush against him, only to have him lean away.
By the time he was lathering body wash into a washcloth, I was sure his touch would set me on fire. He looked me right in the eye as his big, soapy hands landed on my shoulders. They worked their way down my arms, and I moaned. He had me so worked up that him washing my elbow was getting me off. I was seriously deprived.
Deciding that I’d had enough of this slow torture, I brought his hand to my chest. “You missed a spot.”
Zach chuckled. “So damn impatient.”
He wasn’t wrong, but what the hell did he expect?
Pulling his neck down, I stood to my full height. There was nothing slow or delicate about how I kissed him. Tugging his bottom lip between my front teeth, I began to stroke him against my stomach. My hand glided over the smooth skin as his cock hardened in my hold.
His head tipped back, breaking our kiss. “Damn, Les.” After a heavy exhale, he kissed my collarbone and licked up my neck. Nibbling on my earlobe, his hot breath tickled, causing goosebumps to cover my skin. Our slick bodies slid against each other, my nipples hardening against him, begging for attention. Ever the mind reader, Zach trailed kisses down my chest, lifting my breastand taking my nipple in his mouth. He used his tongue and teeth to tease me within an inch of my sanity.
I swung a leg around his hip, bringing him closer as he gripped my thigh. Pushing me against the cold tile, he slowly grinded into me. My pussy throbbed, praying his cock would just slip inside. I wanted to feel that piercing again, be stretched and filled until fucking was all I could think about.
Zach shivered against me with a groan, and I frowned—he wasn’t even inside me.
