Page 13 of Control Us (Next Generation 1)

Chase grunted and left the restaurant.

“He didn’t even offer to pay,” I said, watching him leave before turning back to Zach.

“I’m not surprised.” Zach finished off his water when the waiter returned.

He smiled down at us. “Would you like dessert?”

Luna

“THANK YOU FOR DINNER,”I told Zach as he put the car into park. I realized then that he didn’t park directly in front of the house I shared with the girls. Probably a good idea with the peering eyes that lived with me.

“You’re welcome.” He turned toward me. “Thank you for coming with me and keeping me sane. And calm.”

“I didn’t really do anything,” I told him. It wasn’t like I did a whole lot of talking.

“You did.” He cupped my hand that was on my knee. “You did more than you could ever know.”

My gaze flicked to his. An unknown energy passed between us. “Zach?”

He pulled my hand to his mouth, placing a soft peck on the back of it. “Luna, I don’t know what’s going on and I’m probably going to go to hell for this but fuck it.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled me against him and crushed his mouth to mine.

I gasped, which gave him the incentive to push his tongue between my lips. A moan escaped me. I had been kissed before but not like this. It was like Zach was trying to reach inside me and find out all of my dark and dirty secrets. Secrets that were only meant for him to know.

His hands roamed down my back, a path of goosebumps following with them.

Snaking my arms around his thick neck, I deepened the kiss, taking his tongue farther into my mouth.

A soft growl escaped from somewhere deep inside his chest.

“Zach,” I whispered against his lips.

He broke the kiss, leaned back, and rubbed his nape. “Shit, Luna. I’m…fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” My heart pounded hard behind the walls of my ribcage. “I just…I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Neither was I.” He cleared his throat, dropping his hands in his lap. “Iamsorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m not complaining,” I confessed.

His dark eyes twinkled.

“But…I should go.” As much as I didn’t want to, I also didn’t want to make out with him in his car.

“That’s a good idea.” He glanced in the back seat. “Especially before I do something we’ll regret.”

I laughed lightly. “I don’t think either of us would regret that.”

A slow grin spread on his face. “True.” He brought my hand back up to his mouth. “Chat later?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Definitely later.”

“Have a good evening, Moonbeam.”

I leaned toward him and placed a soft peck on his cheek. “Thank you, Zach.” Before I changed my mind, I quickly left the vehicle and headed home.

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