Page 37 of Bitten By Zombie

“I know what you’re doing. I just don’t know why you’re doing it in the shower.”

The annoyance fled her voice as she watched a pearly drop emerge, only to be whisked away by the water as soon as it appeared.

Words eluded her as he grunted and groaned. Pumped and squeezed. His head snapped up, and he commanded her attention.

“Look at me, Heidi.”

Her eyes snapped to his.

“This is all you, babe. I see that smoking hot body. The water dripping down the curves I get to touch, and I get jealous that it’s not me. But fucking hot at the same time. Knowing I can touch them, taste them again.”

Zombie pumped harder and faster. Her breathing matched his pace.

“Watch, Rabbit. Watch what belongs to you. Watch me.” The last word was clipped, and her eyes dropped back down to his dick as he shot rope after rope from the tip. She even visually tracked it as it reached its ultimate destination.

“Face.” He didn’t have to growl it twice before she stepped up to the bench. He dropped his face and nibbled her clit while thrusting two fingers inside her and rubbing that secret spot.

That’s all it took. A few teeth, two fingers, and some rubbing. She launched into that blissful place.

Zombie extracted his fingers as she came down and licked upward to her navel before kissing her belly. Men didn’t usually kiss those parts. The pudgy dimpled places. They stuck to the leaner parts or the sexualized parts, but not Zombie. He actuallylovedher curves. He didn’t just say he did and tolerate them to get laid.

From their first time, he proved it. He caressed and kissed the places she felt most self-conscious about.

That was just another thing she was really going to miss when he ultimately solved her problem with Stan and let her go. He said forever while naked, but most men thought differently once they were dressed.

Boy, she was totally fucked.

She’d be completely shattered by the time this was over.

CHAPTERELEVEN

ZOMBIE

The clock was ticking so loudly in his mind, he half expected Heidi to ask what the sound was. It was drowning out all other sounds.

Tick-tock.

As soon as their plan was set, the countdown began.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Even while they’d enjoyed each other in the shower, it had been droning on in the background.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Zombie had every intention of returning to their room—he had to stop thinking in terms of their—his room, making love to her and outlining what was going on.

He wanted to keep her in the loop. Zombie didn’t see relationships as lopsided as some did. It was a partnership. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t attempted it since the day he became a Bastard.

His good intentions had evaporated with the steam of the shower. Maybe because he wanted more time to convince her to stay with him. Or maybe because he was a coward. If he didn’t tell her, he could pretend they had forever.

He was scared of losing her.

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