Page 22 of Awakened
I went to hit his arm, but he grabbed my hand and pulled meonto his lap, where he proceeded to tickle the ever-loving bejesus out of me.
The guy was pure evil.
Doubled over, I caught one of his hands in my mouth and bit down. Hard.
“Ow, fuck!” He yelled, shaking off the pain.
“Don’t start wars you can’t win.” I shrugged and rolled off his lap. I’d just picked up the remote to rewind the movie when he flipped me onto my back.
Zach hovered over me, grinning. “That was just a battle.”
He leaned in and kissed my forehead, then both cheeks. He pulled away and searched my face for what I assumed was permission to continue.
Without so much as a thought, I reached up, grabbed a handful of his hair, and pulled his head down. Our mouths crashed into each other in a rough, drunk kiss. I nibbled on his bottom lip, and he growled in appreciation. His tongue caressed mine as his hands roamed down my frame. His fingers came to a stop just below my breast, his thumb following the underwire of my bra. I arched into him, happy for him to explore further.
A content sigh left my lips as his mouth traveled down the side of my neck, nipping and sucking the thin skin. His hands and mouth worked at a leisurely pace, taking his time to experience every curve and roll.
When his fingers brushed my side, I squirmed, and he smiled against my collarbone. “Sorry.”
“You don’t sound very sorry,” I scoffed, doing my best to stay still as he traced under the band of my jeans.
“You’re right. I’m not.” He ghosted his fingertips over my ribs, making me shriek. “I love your laugh.”
He swallowed my next words with a heated kiss that brought me down from the fit of giggles. This yo-yo make out went on until I was squirming and needing more.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and slid up his toned, bare back. His muscles twitched under my touch, and I grinned against hislips. Starting from his neck, I lightly dragged my nails down, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Zach’s chest rumbled with a groan, and he slipped a hand under my shirt, cupping what he could of my breast. He teased my nipple through my lace bra, the soft pad of his thumb occasionally brushing the skin above the cup. As he squeezed, my back arched to meet his torso. Pressed together, my singular thought was physical gratification.
Feeling his hardening cock against my thigh, I broke our kiss and yanked his shirt over his head.
Holy shit.
Beneath his unremarkable cotton T-shirt was a chiseled chest and drool-worthy abs. Hesitantly, I touched him, marveling at the warmth of his skin. As I became bolder, I ran my fingers over his hard muscles, grateful to be seeing so much beauty in person.
I must have spent a ridiculous amount of time appreciating him because his abs flexed with laughter under my hands. When I looked up, Zach was smirking down at me.
“Oh, come on. You know your body’s sick. You can’t blame a girl for checking out the goods.”
He laughed and lowered himself back on top of me, resting in between my legs so his cock was pressed against my core. The man was skilled at shifting the mood, something I was growing to appreciate both on and off the couch.
Zach twisted the hem of my shirt in his fingers and pushed it under my chin. “You’re gorgeous.” Zach traced the silver stretch marks on the skin spilling out of the cups of my bra. His fingers made a path between my breasts, and he caressed where the band dug into my side. Splaying a hand across my belly, he murmured, “So fucking soft.”
My skin heated under his praise. The intensity of his eyes made me tremble. I was fairly certain I was going to come by just being felt up and eye fucked.
As I fumbled with his belt buckle, my phone began to vibrate. I glanced at the coffee table and saw “Seth” flashingon the screen.
“Leave it,” Zach mumbled as he kissed down my neck to the top of my breasts. His warm breath caressed my skin, sending shivers through my body.
I shut my eyes and swallowed, trying to slow my racing heart. “I’ve got to get this. I was supposed to call him days ago.”
Zach sighed but sat up, not moving from between my thighs. “Fine, but make it quick.”
I laughed, leaning up on my elbow to pick up my phone. “Hey, Seth. What’s up?”
“Not much. Thought I’d give you a call since I hadn’t heard from you since Monday night. Everything okay?”
I bit my lip.
