Page 47 of Possess

Allyson’s tongue tangled with his, drawing it into her mouth as she pressed closer to him, her breasts against his chest. Zeke groaned as she pressed a hand between their bodies and cupped his cock.

Damn! This woman could turn him on faster than a light switch. He wanted more. Breaking off the kiss, he cupped her breasts through her shirt. “So soft.”

“So hard,” she whispered, squeezing his dick.

Fuck. He wanted to pick her up and carry her into his bedroom right now. Need and want coursed through him. But first things first. “If we don’t stop, I won’t want to.”

“I’m okay with that.” Her eyes were slumberous with desire.

“That’s not a step we’re ready for yet.” It wasn’t. They were just getting to know each other and their limits.

Allyson sighed. “I guess you’re right.” Her arms slid from around his waist, and she took a step away from him. She pressed her hands to her cheeks while he wiped his hands over his face. They both needed to regain their composure.

“Dinner Tuesday?” His voice shook. Not exactly as in control as he wanted.

She lowered her hands and took a deep breath. “I’d like that.” She picked up her purse.

“Would you mind eating here again? We can finish up the discussion on the questionnaire and go from there.” With each breath, his control was coming back.

“I can do that. What time should I be here?” While the color was still high in her face, her voice was steady and calm. That was his Allyson.

“I’ll pick you up.” Zeke slipped on his boots and picked up his keys.

“Zeke, I can drive myself. It seems silly for you to pick me up to drive me back home later.”

“I know you can, but I like being able to do little things for you.” He opened the door to his truck.

“I’ve noticed.” She flashed him a grin as he pulled out of his driveway. The ride was quiet. Zeke was lost in his thoughts. The way Allyson felt in his arms, her response to his kisses. He couldn’t wait until they could play together. It would be explosive. When they arrived at her apartment, he walked her inside.

“This is something I’ll have to get used to, isn’t it?” she asked after he checked out her apartment.

“Yes.” He drew her to him. “I will make sure you’re safe.”

She released a contented sigh as she rested her hands on his chest. “Have a good rest of your evening.”

“You too.” He brushed his lips over hers, not allowing the kiss to go too far before he guided her into her apartment, then walked out and closed the door behind him. He waited until he heard the snick of the deadbolt, then he sauntered to his vehicle. How could he be so lucky to hit the jackpot with Allyson? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to let her slip through his fingers. Not this time.

Tuesday night would be fun. He’d have to ask Allyson tomorrow if pizza was okay. His cooking skills were passable, but he’d rather spend time with her than cooking.

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Allyson found herself at Zeke’s home again Tuesday evening. She’d finished going over the questionnaire with some help from Dani. They had a girls’ night last night. Dani told her the questionnaire was part of the membership to the club, so it was great that Max allowed Zeke to use it, and if Allyson decided to join the club, she had half of the paperwork done.

She parked her small truck behind his big one. He’d called her earlier. He was out on a job in the opposite direction from her apartment and asked if she’d drive out. Zeke was so thoughtful, and while she appreciated it, she also wanted him to realize he didn’t need to drive her all the time. She grabbed her bag, which held her purse and the questionnaire, and stepped out of her truck. A slight breeze brushed over her skin. Soon they’d be in full-fledged summer.

Zeke stood in the open doorway of his home with a smile. “Hi.”

“Hey.” The jeans he wore rode low on his hips and molded to his strong thighs. Allyson pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t drool over him. The last few nights, her dreams had been filled with Zeke and all the wicked things he could do to her body.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Zeke leaned down and brushed a light kiss over her lips.

“Me too.” She stepped inside, put her bag down, and was starting to remove her shoes when another vehicle pulled up. “Expecting someone else?”

“No.” A frown marred his forehead.

A small woman slid out of the car. Her long black hair was caught back into a ponytail, and sunglasses covered her eyes. She all but bounced up the walkway.

“Hey, big brother.” She enveloped Zeke in a hug that seemed larger than life.

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