Page 118 of Only in Your Dreams

“I didn’t,” I practically sob. “I wouldn’t. I have no interest in kissing Brooks.”

“Good. Because as far as I’m concerned, you gave away your last first kiss the other day in that parking lot.”

“That wasn’t our first.”

Zac’s fingers reach lower to gather moisture pooling out of me and smooths it over my clit. “It’s the first time you kissed me without hating me.”

“Don’t I get a say in whether you’re my last?”

He smirks, rubbing my clit over and over. “Fair enough. Do you want to kiss other people?”

He really is serious about getting some answers.

“No,” I admit, and the word is half-whimper. “I don’t know about forever, but kissing other people is the last thing I want to do right now.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Just in case it isn’t already perfectly clear, there’s no one else I plan on kissing. And I do know about forever.” Zac takes a handful of my hair, turns my chin over my shoulder to kiss me as he strokes me. When he releases me, he catches my eye in the mirror again. “Drop the act with Brooks. End it. Tell everyone it’s you and me, for good.”

“I can’t—” I dart down to keep his fingers in place when they threaten to leave my throbbing clit. “Please don’t stop. I’m not being difficult, I swear.”

Whatever this is between us has grown so organically, it’s hard to imagine ever giving it up. But…

“For good is…” I gulp, eyes flutter when his fingers slip along my pussy, sink inside. All the while, he gazes at me in the mirror with rapt attention, hanging on every word. “Fuck, Zac. It’s a lot to commit to right now. I’m—I’m looking for a job and some—somewhere to live and—it’s a lot to figure out before I start thinking about forever.”

This is… the juxtaposition is knee-buckling. I’m bent over a counter with barely a stitch of clothing, coming close to spilling my heart out to this man while his fingers fuck me slowly.

“But you feel something for me?” he asks, tone completely at odds with the sinful glide of his fingers in and out of my pussy. “Something real.”

I think back to the way I could barely stand to watch him squirm at the table earlier. Every smile and embarrassing giggle he gets out of me without even trying these days. I think about seeing him at Parker’s door last night, and feeling suffocatingly full.

“It—it hurts when you’re upset. And when you smile, it’s everything. It’s real, Zac.”

Zac nods, and he’s so transfixed his fingers fall away. “What’s it going to take? I want to be with you, Mel. Out in the open, in front of everyone.”

“I need time. I won’t rock the boat with Parker until we’re committed. Long-term.”

“And you need your life to line up before you commit? The job and somewhere to live?”

“Do you think you can wait for me?”

His forehead hits my shoulder, and he shakes his head with a bit of a quiet laugh to himself. “Yeah, Clover. If there’s one thing I can do, it’s wait for you.”

My confused reflection stares in the mirror at the way he lifts his head with twisted amusement in his eyes. Before I can ask what the hell just got into him, his mouth curls into a smirk.

“Glad we settled all that. Now, be my good girl and drop onto your elbows for me.”

Oh, fuck.

Every speck of air in this bathroom, which had been delicate a second ago, turns steaming hot.

Teeth digging into my lip, I do what he says. Zac crouches behind me, disappearing from view in the mirror. And even though it’s perfectly clear what he’s up to, what he’s about to do, the second his mouth hits my pussy my shocked cry echoes around the deserted bathroom.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmurs against my clit.

“Are you talking to me or my pussy?” I pant.

“Both of you.”

He kisses me gently, tongue coming out to lash me, and again when I moan, and then harder when I whimper. A light layer of sweat blooms at my hairline, and my baby hairs start to stick to it. You’d think last night would have desensitized me, at least a little. But I’m already a writhing, moaning mess bent over this counter.

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