Page 96 of Ward Willing
“Upstairs?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
Her pupils blow out as she nods once, turning and walking down the hallway ahead of me.
“Stay,” I tell Captain gently, brushing his spine with my hand. “I’m not sharing her tonight, buddy.”
He lies down in front of the door and starts to purr.
I follow Zoe upstairs, and every second is frenetically charged.
I know she can feel it, too.
She walks past her room, going straight to my closed door and pushing it open.
Good girl.
I turn and close the door with a soft click, and it’s as if that soft click is a thousand decibels loud, because there’s suddenly a roaring in my ears as I turn to face Zoe.
Her chest is rising and falling quickly—her lipstick is slightly smeared, and there’s mascara on her cheeks from crying earlier. There’s no way she wants more.
She pounces, jumping into my arms and pressing her soft lips against mine.
Fuck.
I groan, my hands moving quickly to support her legs which she has wrapped around my hips. I walk us to my bed, tongue pushing past her lips as her hands grab my hair. Growling, I set her down on the bed and pull away.
“Greedy girl,” I purr, looking down at her. “I brought you up here for aftercare.”
She smiles. “I don’t want aftercare yet.”
I sigh, running a hand over my face. “What are you doing to me?” I whisper, my voice pained.
“I know what Iwantto do to you,” she answers, her voice a breathy pant.
“You make me fucking mindless, Zoe.”
“Good. I want you mindless. Butinsideof me,” she adds.
I cock my head and ignore her snarky response, assessing her. She seems better now that we talked—almost relieved. More like herself. Guilt wracks me when I think of how her cheeks were wet with tears, because I’d nearly broken her with my anger. If we were really going to do this, we had to do it the right way.
“What happened earlier was?—”
“Please, Liam,” she murmurs, kicking her shoes off and scooting back on the bed. “I don’t want to talk about that right now. I want to be your good girl,” she murmurs, opening her legs slightly.
Her fingers move to her skirt, lifting it inch by inch as she spreads her legs until I’m breathing heavily. I glimpse a peek of white lace as she lets her knees fall apart?—
Fuck, she makes it really hard to think straight.
I walk forward, placing my hands on her knees and bringing them together.
“Not before we have a little chat,” I tell her, delighting in the way her cheeks flush at my command. “Sit.”
She grumbles as she sits up, her lips pulled into an adorable pout. I remove my jacket and place it over the back of a nearby armchair, and then I walk over to the bed where Zoe is watching me with something akin to reverence.
“You don’t want to?” she asks.
I chuckle. “Oh, I want to. Trust me. But we need to establish a baseline. Confirm limits, safe words?—”
“I told you. Green is keep going, yellow is?—”
