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I fidgeted the whole time. It was a short drive, and my mouth dropped open when he led me from an underground garage to a service elevator. The elevator took us to the top floor and opened up right in his loft. I had never seen it before. It was hidden behind a bookshelf, and I wondered what else I had missed that was right in front of me.

“Why climb all the stairs when you have an elevator?”

“Cardio.”

See, this is why we would never work; he actively chose to climb the stairs.

Zayn’s hands were already tugging at my top. “Let me see how bad it is.” When I resisted, he rolled his eyes. “Seen it all before, Is.”

I wasn’t sure that was the point. However, I let him take my top off. Zayn hissed and led me to the bathroom. I watched as he fiddled with the controls of the shower, and when he turned, he looked at me in surprise.

“You keeping your skirt on?”

I felt strange being here. I didn’t stop to think about it, but as I pushed my skirt down, I saw my chest in the mirror. “Oh.”

“Think your bra got most of it,” Zayn said gruffly. “I’ll wait outside.”

I yelped when I stepped into the water, not expecting it to be stone cold. Zayn was back in a flash, and when he saw me cowering away from the water, he gave a loud sigh.

In one smooth motion, his T-shirt was off. I watched in stunned fascination as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. His boots were kicked off, and then he was beside me in his boxer briefs.

Gently, he guided me to the water. “You stand under the cold,” he said, his mouth at my ear, “to draw the heat out from the burn.”

“You better dunk me in ice then. I’m burning, and it’s nothing to do with the coffee.”

CHAPTER29

ZAYN

I pulled her to me,turned her around, and kissed her, not hearing the hiss as I pressed her up against me.

She tasted so goddamn sweet.

I remembered the coffee burn, deftly turned her again, and immersed her in water, my hands moving over her body. “You need to draw the heat to the surface,” I explained as my hands roamed her body. The cold water was a shock, but you got used to it. Or maybe I was like Isla, burning from her touch.

“It’s really cold,” she said as she shivered. My hand skimmed down her back, delighting in the way her body arched into my touch.

“I’ll warm you up,” I promised, kissing along her shoulder blade. “Keep your hair out of the water,” I told her, wrapping her silken locks around my hand and tugging her head back. Her nipples stood out, and I turned her again to face me.

“The coffee didn’t go on my back,” Isla protested as the cold water cascaded down her back, pressing into me in her bid to get away from the spray.

“I know, just let me taste,” I whispered as my tongue flicked over her pebbled nipple. Her skin was red, but there didn’t seem to be any real harm. And right then, I was too selfish. I needed to taste her.

Isla moaned, and I lost all pretense of caring for her burn. I lifted her, bridal style, walking to the bed.

“We’re wet!” Isla protested when I laid her down.

“We’ll dry.” My tongue and mouth covered her breasts, taking my time. “Does that hurt?”

“Hurt?” Her head was tipped back, her eyes closed, and I saw her teeth tug at her bottom lip. “Um, no.”

“Good.” I bit her nipple and delighted in the small moan that escaped her. I kissed my way down her body, moving my hand between her legs. Her wet panties annoyed me. She raised her hips as I pulled them off. Pushing my own underwear down, I crawled up the bed, my lips skimming her legs until I was at her pussy, and I tasted her for the first time in days.

Days.

It had beendays, and I was like a man who had been denied for years.

Her pussy was wet from the shower and her own slickness. Fuck, she was addictive. Her taste was my drug. I licked at her, sucking her clit, tongue fucking her, eating her pussy until she was bucking her hips and crying out my name. I felt her come around my fingers. Pulling them out of her, I licked her juices off them.

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