Page 38 of The Boy With The Sharp Teeth
Withlittle choice, she swallowed and stepped forward until her bare feet touchedthe cool tile of the bathroom floor. Reaching over her head, Zach pushed thedoor closed softly behind her, his eyes never leaving her as he clicked thelock in place.
Openingher mouth, she tried to speak, but no words came out. Her chest was painfullytight all of a sudden, it felt as if there was an invisible hand wrapped aroundher heart, squeezing mercilessly every time she considered speaking.
Swallowing,Sana averted her gaze from his penetrating stare and tried again. "Whatare you-"
Hishands moved in a blur of motion. Within the space of just one blink, Sana felther back pressing against the back of the paneled bathroom door and a hand overher mouth. With wide eyes, she stared at Zach in frightened confusion over hishand as her hands instinctively braced themselves at his chest.
Leaningforward, he let out a deep snarling whisper. "I saw you thismorning."
Blinkingin confusion, she thought over her activities earlier that morning. Afterbreakfast, her mother had taken her along on a few errands in town. Aftergetting some groceries, they had stopped to pick up her grandmother's medicineat the pharmacy, which was where Sana had picked up her readied prints. Butonce that was done, they came straight home.
Seeingthe confusion on her face, Zach's eyes narrowed before slowly removing his handfrom her mouth. Bracing his hands on either side of her head against the door,he leaned over her until his face, framed by his thick hair, was directly infront of hers.
"Ispotted you in the window of the pharmacy standing at the photo counter—talkingand laughing with Todd Wilson."
Lickingher dry lips, Sana looked away, trying to corral her frenzied thoughts andfocus on what he was saying and not the nearness of him. But her mind was barelyworking, it felt like an old sputtering car trying to pick up speed as the restof her mind focused on that clean forest scent that was uniquely his.
"Sana,"he growled, commanding her focus back to him.
Frowningat him, she focused her gaze back on him and scowled at him. "ZachariahWaatese, what are you even talking about?" she began in a harsh whisper,mildly enjoying the way his golden eyes widened a fraction at her tone. "Icannot believe you came here and snuck into my house like this, risking us bothbecause you're mad I was talking to the photo-counter attendant."
"Hewas flirting, not talking, there's a difference," he growled back.
Sanathought of the blonde boy earlier and, honestly, could barely recall his face.He had asked her if she took her photos with a Nikon or a Cannon, and theyquickly started talking about the quality and comparison of the two brands. Butthat was it.
"You'rebeing crazy. You don't even know what we were talking about, nor were youthere, but you're accusing me of flirting!" she hissed.
"No,I'm accusing him of flirting, something I will rectify with him after ourvisit. But I'm accusing you of just standing there like a beautiful fool andobliviously falling for his bullshit."
Sanahated how a part of herself lightened at the compliment embedded in hissnarling words. Doing her best to push the stupid feeling aside, she glared athim. "I am not a fool, Zachariah," she said evenly, jabbing each wordinto his chest with her finger.
Leaningback from her, he let his hands fall to his sides as he stared at her. Slowlysome of the malevolent anger dissipated from his face, softening his handsomefeatures once more as he let out a soft depreciating laugh. "No," herumbled softly, his deep voice matching the soft shadows of the bathroom."You're not the fool, I am. You drive me crazy; do you know that?"
Sanacouldn't say anything to that. He was the one driving her crazy. One minute herheart felt frozen with fear, and the next, she felt as if her body was on fire.She wanted to touch him, for him to touch her and console her with his low,growling words. Helplessly her eyes flicked to his lips, and she felt the lanceof need in her chest at the sudden craving she felt for him.
"Ineed you to remind me that you're mine, Sana," he whispered, coming closeto her again until she was forced to lean back against the door again. "Ineed you to feel what I feel inside of me right now, this maddening feeling ofwant when it comes to you."
Startledby his open and honest words, Sana reached for his dark t-shirt and capturedthe fabric lightly in her grip. She wasn't sure what he wanted, but shedesperately wanted to reassure him. Tilting her head up in silent invitation,her heart fluttered in relief as his lips met hers. Cupping her jaw gently, histhumb pulled lightly at her chin, pulling her mouth open to his exploringtongue. With every stroke of his tongue against hers, the kiss grew in hungerand urgency until Sana could do nothing but mold herself to his tall body andhold on as he worked his mouth over hers.
Finally,with the need to breathe, Zach pulled back, leaving her breathless and a littleunsteady against the door. Sounds from the other side picked up, and sheblinked as she realized the movie was getting louder with the action. Focusingback on him, Sana watched in confusion as Zach gave her an inscrutable lookbefore kneeling down in front of her.
Herpulse spiked as his hands went to the hem of her jean skirt.
"Whatare you doing?" she whispered frantically.
Ignoringher, Zach pushed at her skirt until the stiff jean fabric was bunched high onher waist and her blue panties were completely visible.
Unbearablyhot heat flooded over her skin and through her body as his fingers hooked intothe waistband of her underwear. Uselessly she tried to push at his shoulders,but it was no use. With a jerk of his hands, he yanked her panties down untilthey dropped to the floor at her feet. A low animalistic sound vibrated fromZach as he stared at the trimmed, black curls in front of him. Pulling at oneof her knees, he lifted her leg and leaned forward until his nose brushedagainst the coarse hair at her center and her leg hooked over his shoulder.
Lookingup at her, Zach smiled at her shocked expression as his fingers ran lovinglyover the trim curls of her sex. "Remember what I said last year abouttasting you?"
Nowords would pass through her dry mouth, so Sana just nodded.
"Good,"he said before pressing his lips against her mound.
Sanaslapped a hand over her mouth to suppress the cry. Using his fingers, he spreadher lips apart and settled his mouth against the pearl of nerves hiddenbeneath. Hot wet strokes of his tongue lashed back and forth at the tender bud.Pushing her leg higher, he moved his face down, dragging his lips and tonguedown her slit until he reached her tight entrance. Pushing his face deep, Zachspeared his tongue into the small hole, making her emit tiny groans at eachthrusting jab. In and out, his tongue worked between her virgin entrance andback up to her swollen clit. Sana wanted to cry, and she could feel both of herlegs trembling as the coiling feeling of pleasure wound tighter and tighterwithin her. As if sensing her breaking point approaching, Zach's handstightened on her naked thighs, and he released a deep animalistic noise againsther. Looking down, she moaned at the erotic sight of half his face buried inher sex. His intense gaze held hers as his biceps that bracketed her legsbulged and lifted her off the ground. Now, riding his face completely as herfeet dangled over the floor, Sana bit back another cry. Reaching down,she clutched at his hair and pushed him tighter against her as whispers of thatcatastrophic and culminating feeling teased at the edges of her soul.
"Zach,"she whispered in a brittle little cry as he took her clit between his teeth,gently suckling the hooded little nerve until she broke.
