Page 47 of The Boy With The Sharp Teeth
"Ican’t believe you're pretending like you don’t have a key," she said drylywith a smile.
Wearinga pair of dark jeans and a white t-shirt under a light blue plaid shirt, Zachgave her a broad grin before capturing her chin gently between his fingers. Tiltingher head up, Sana watched through her lashes as his gleaming eyes raked overher starting with her feet and slowly dragging over her curves like a caressuntil his eyes met hers again.
Leaningforward, he covered her lips with his. Slow, deliberate, and overpowering, heworked her lips apart and swept his tongue into her mouth. Sana's hands grippedhis shirt as she listened to the wet sounds their lips made as they movedtogether. The erotic sounds felt like a gust of air to a flame within her, feedingit until the inferno blazed bright.
Hishands at her waist—hands she didn’t realize were there—tightened and pushed heraway gently until they were both breathing hard.
"Howthe hell are we going to make it to Eugene?" Zach whispered, seeminglymore to himself than her.
Restingher forehead against his chest, she hid her smile. "You will just have tokeep her hands on the wheel and the eyes on the road."
Zach'schest swelled beneath her as he let out a deep, grunting laugh. Cupping hershoulders, he looked down at her with a tired smile. "Then I am going toneed lots of coffee."
Theroads were clear, and the drive was surprisingly relaxing. Zach asked herquestions about her family and her life back in Seattle. She brought him up tospeed on Kamal's transformation from her nerdy brother to his high-school's DonJuan. Each time Zach laughed, Sana watched with unabashed fascination at thefine details of his face. Mesmerized, she turned slightly in her seat andappreciated the way his cheeks rose in his smile and the way the fine lines atthe corner of his eyes crinkled. The stark white rays of the early morning sunspeared through his truck's windows and illuminated his coppery skin and blackhair, and Sana wished she had brought her camera. The sight of him left herbreathless and satisfied all at once. Years of denying herself from thinking ofthis man were all at an end now as she stared at him unimpeded and at her fill.Not wanting to stop his laughter, Sana told him every last embarrassing andcrazy antic Kamal had ever gotten into over the years.
I'msorry, Kamal, I'll make it up to you later.
Whenthey eventually got to the convention, it was not at all what she wasexpecting. For some reason, she expected to arrive at maybe a large parking lotwith a dozen or so tiny homes parked in it surrounded by a sparsely millingcrowd. What she was not prepared for was a large convention center filled tothe brim with excited people and countless types of tiny homes. Everything fromthe traditional tiny house built on a flatbed trailer to fully convertedsprinter vans decked out with living areas, bathrooms, and showers that rivaledthe colossal RVs that were being displayed on the other side of the building.
Stickingclose to Zach's tall body as they weaved their way through the crowd, Sanaspoke. "I had no idea the off-grid community was so big."
"Yeah,"he said with a nod as his arm around her waist tightened, pulling her closer tohis side. "It's really taken off over the past few years."
Stoppingat one of the display houses, Zach waved their passes to the attendant whoallowed them to enter the house. Inside, the din of the convention mutedslightly, allowing her to take a relieved breath.
"Yeah,it wasn't this bad last year," he said, noting her relief. "If youwant, we can go and-"
Holdingup her hands, she shook her head. "No, not at all. I'm having a good time,honest," she said as she walked past him into the small kitchen area,examining the mini cooktop and fridge. "I am just surprised by the numberof people, that's all." Taking the cleverly built-in stairs that doubledfor drawers and storage, she stooped to view the upstairs loft. A smile tuggedat the corner of her mouth as she imagined someone as tall as Zach trying tosleep in the space. Somewhere between a stoop and a crawl, she somehow made itback down the stairs back to Zach. "Could you ever see yourself living inone of these?" she asked, turning to him.
Lettinghis gaze drift up to the loft and back down to her, Zach's golden eyes seemedto pulse brighter as he gave her a knowing look. "Building them is onething, but living in them…No, I couldn’t see myself living in them primarilydue to one factor."
Sana'sheart rate began to pick up as his words slowed with meaning and his eyeslocked onto hers.
Lickingher lips, she watched his eyes track the movement. "And what's that?"she asked.
Placinga hand on the wall behind her, Zach caged her in. "We would rock this damnthing off the hinges."
Outsidewhere the attendant stood near the door, the timer went off just as Zachslanted his mouth over hers. Sana sighed a tiny sigh in disappointment as Zachpulled away, his expression hungry.
Therest of the day, he kept her close at hand, his touch lingering here and thereon her body as he guided her around the convention. Each time they stopped tolook at something, he used it as an excuse to pull her in front of him, tuckingher just beneath his chin. At first, Sana had stiffened at the public displayof affection. It was awkward to be held that way as Zach talked and questionedvendors about their products, but Zach's possessive grip on her hips didn'tallow her to move away. Instead, she stood there, using every shred of controlwithin her to stop her body from reacting to the domineering position. Aboveher, Zach spoke to the man with an ease that infuriated her as her body slowlymelted against him. Behind her, she could feel the firm ridge in his jeansbrush the rounds of her ass and had to resist the urge to shudder. Her breastsbegan to feel heavy and tender with each passing second, and she feared the manin front of her would start to notice her body's reaction. It was horrifyinghow much her body was reacting to this simple position, but there was somethingsubtle and perverse about Zach's proprietary position behind her and the eyesof a stranger as he tried to avoid her no doubt flushing face.
Clearinghis throat, Zach stepped back, pulling her along with him as he made his quickgoodbyes with the vendor and accepted and pocketed the man's card. Lacing hisfingers through hers, Zach pulled her through the crowd and out in the interiorhall of the convention center that bordered the hall. Pulling her into a secretlittle alcove around a corner near some forgotten water fountains, Zachcornered her against the wall much like he did in the tiny house.
"Areyou trying to torture me?" Zach growled at her, flashing his sharp teethat her.
Sanasmiled longingly at him and tipped her head back in silent invitation.
Zachaccepted her kiss without hesitation and with a deep rattling soundreverberating from his chest.
"Youdrive me fucking crazy, do you know that?!" he growled against her lips,and he nipped at her bottom lip. "I'm doing my best to take it slow withyou, to draw you back to me with a touch of civility and not like the goddamnanimal you turn me into."
Runningher fingers through his loose hair, she gloried in the thick silken texturebetween her fingers and trembled at the raw passion in which he worked hismouth over hers. Her body was on fire. Jean-clad thighs rubbing together onlymade her want for him stronger.
Somehow,she found the presence of mind to reply back to him, breathless and nearpanting as she turned her head, allowing him deeper access before pulling backafter a few gasping seconds. "And is that what you're doing?" she panted.She placed a few tiny kisses along his strong jawline and smiled as his armstightened around her in response. "You're taking your time wooing me,huh?" she asked teasingly.
Sanacried at the sharp tug of her hair and felt his fist wrapped around the lengthof her hair at her back, forcing her to tilt her head and expose her neck tohim. Covering her thrashing pulse with his mouth, Zach suckled the tender skinas she sighed and held onto his wide shoulders.
"Thiswooingisn't gonna last hardly forty-eight hours," he vowed in along groan against her neck before placing a trailing line of kisses under herexposed collar.
