Page 138 of Rescuing Kaye

No one has ever kissed me with such passion, such ferocity, and such overwhelming desire. But as soon as the kiss begins, Zeb takes a step back, chest heaving, pupils blown black by lust. He stares at me, letting the moment stretch, then jerks his head toward the bathroom.

“Go, before I take this too far. Don’t make me break a promise before it’s even said.” His arm sweeps to the side, the message clear.

I hear what Zeb doesn’t say. My kidnapping is too recent. My trauma yet to be faced. We need a moment to cool off before finishing what we started on that beach during what feels like another lifetime ago.

I lift my hand to place it against his chest, but draw back at the heat radiating from his body.

“What if this is what I want?”

“You’ve been through a lot, I don’t think…”

“That’s the thing. I don’t want to think.” Without a word, I take his hand, pulse pounding with anticipation. “I just want to feel.”

And pretend nothing happened.

If only for a moment.

“Kaye…” His voice turns hoarse as his desire builds. “Are you sure this is what you want? There’s no rush. We have our entire lives to…”

“This is not just what I want. It’s what I need. Right here. Right now.” I lead him into the bathroom and turn on the shower. As the water heats, steam fills the room. His gaze never leaves mine as I reach for the bottom of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head.

His hands grab my hips as he pulls me against him, pressing his hard body against mine.

“You’re sure?” He waits for a response, but I can hardly breathe.

I reach out and touch his chest, letting my fingers explore every defined ridge and each sculpted muscle of his chest and abs.

“More than anything in the world.”

His lips find mine again, this time gentle and loving. He cups my face, then lets his fingers explore every contour of my face as if burning this moment into his mind.

His fingertips make my skin tingle, but when his lips trail down to my neck, my entire body comes alive.

Zeb slips my bra straps off my shoulders, then unlatches the clasp in back. My bra flutters to the ground between us as first his fingers travel down my body, only to be followed by the heat of his mouth and the roughness of his tongue. He uses his tongue to trace circles around my nipples, making me moan softly and tilt my head back as a surge of pleasure builds within me.

Zeb grabs my butt and yanks me against his body, grinding his hips against mine.

This time, my gasp is filled with delight and anticipation.

His kisses become more feverish as his hands wander freely over my body, exploring every curve as he teases my nipples with flicks of his tongue and nibbles at my neck as moans of pleasure wash through me.

His hands move lower. With his help, I lose my jeans. He slips a hand under the fabric of my panties to gently tease my clit. With each press of his finger, my excitement builds.

Suddenly, he takes a step back. Kicking off his shoes, he removes his shirt and the rest of his clothes. With a grin, he pulls a foil pouch out of the back pocket of his jeans.

My eyes widen at the size of his cock, then he suddenly lifts me into the air and carries me into the shower.

The water is hot on my skin, but his fingertips are hotter as he explores every inch of my body. He bends to kiss my neck, and I melt into the exquisite sensation.

Desire flows through me. My legs tremble. My heart pounds. My breaths surge in and out.

Needing to touch him, I trace my fingers down his back, then sweep around to his chest. Moving down, past an eight-pack of washboard abs, I find what I’m looking for and wrap my fingers around his cock.

His hands tighten around my waist before he shoves me against the wall. A thrill runs through me with the sensation of his hard body pressed against mine.

He kisses me hungrily, the intensity of his desire too much to bear. I arch against him, needing more friction as our bodies slide against each other in perfect harmony.

Zeb opens the foil pack and quickly sheathes himself. Then he grabs one of my legs and wraps it around his hip. The head of his cock presses against my opening.

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