Page 64 of In Love and War
“Silly me, must have forgotten to mention it.” His lips quirked.
“Zac. I’m serious. What are we going to do if someone catches you in mybedroom.How are we supposed to explain that? Have you lost your fucking mind?”
He didn’t answer, but his mouth went flat again and he looked away from my face, his eyes landing on my lap.
“What’s that?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
I looked down at the diary I had been reading before he walked in.
“Nothing,” I answered, too quickly. His eyes flickered back to my face, immediately suspicious.
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, a ghost of a smile nudging at the corners of his lips again.
“Well, it is,” I lied, shoving it back into my bedside drawer.
His face had now broken out into a full mischievous grin, and he suddenly reached for the drawer, but I saw it coming and lunged forward, tackling him back onto the bed.
But of course I couldn’t hold him down. His chest rumbled with a chuckle at my attempt, and he flipped me over easily. He tried again with a reach of his arm, but I grabbed it and brought him down again. We were both laughing now, rolling around on my bed in a tangled wrestling match, arms and legs flailing.
He humored me for a couple of minutes, mostly, I think, because he was having just as much fun as I was. But eventually I found myself pinned down on the mattress, laughing hysterically with tears streaming down my face.
His out-of-breath chuckles danced in my ears, and it felt like my heart had grown wings. As my bursts of giggles and laughter slowed down, I squeezed my eyes and let out the tears that were blurring my vision, almost entirely certain that I had a bit of mascara running.
And then, for a second, I wished I hadn’t. I wished I’d remained blind and couldn’t see the way he was looking at me. The way his eyes and smile had softened, melting into me.
Because the second I saw it, I had hope. Dangerous, stupid hope.
It’s not real. You’re imagining it.
Seconds passed with us just looking at each other, the only sound in the room caused by the heavy rising and falling of our chests.
“This is a terrible, terrible idea,” I found myself whispering, lost in the vast ocean blue of his eyes.
“It is, isn’t it?” he responded. His blinks were slow and incomplete.
“We should go back.” I looked down at his lips as they moved closer.
“Okay.” His lips skimmed mine, and it was game over; everything else in the world came to a standstill.
I stretched my neck up off the mattress and captured his mouth in a kiss. He kissed me back, harder than I was anticipating. It was deep, desperate and hungry. As if he’d been holding it in for too long, waiting for permission. Our tongues tangled and his hands moved down my body.
He grabbed my legs from under him, spread them wide open, and pressed his hard length against me. The friction made me moan into his mouth, encouraging him to thrust against me again.
I reached for his belt and started to undo it, and this time he did nothing to stop me. Instead, he found the zipper on the back of my yellow dress and ripped it down. The fabric was off my body and on the floor not five seconds later.
And then his mouth started to pull away from me, but I brought his face back to mine before I even knew what he was going to do.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I breathed. I wasn’t going to let him back out this time. Not now.
He chuckled against my lips and trailed kisses down my chin and neck. His hand slipped down and under the lace in between my thighs, stroking my opening all the way up to lightly brush my most sensitive area before going back down again.
I had to bite down on my lip in order to keep quiet when his mouth found my breast and he slipped two fingers inside me.
Holy fuck.
“Are you going to freak out again?” he asked, gently pulling on my nipple with his teeth.
“Probably,” I responded, unable to think clearly. It didn’t matter.Nothing elsemattered. I just needed him to keep going.
