Page 38 of Laila Manning
I had never desired a man before. Never wanted to be touched. Yet with Zeke, I couldn’t think of anything else.
“I need you,” I whispered. “You make me feral for it.”
He smiled against my cheek and kissed a trail of erotic kisses down my neck and back to my chin. “You don’t even know what that word means.” He paused with his lips hovering over mine, “Yet.”
The second his lips touched mine, I mewled, digging my nails into his hand again and arching into his touch, opening to his coaxing until his tongue brushed mine. His thumb brushed over my sensitive core again, matching the seductive motion of his tongue, gently flicking and rubbing me.
Cautious.
Hesitant.
Thoughtful.
But that wasn’t what I wanted right now.
It wasn’t what I needed.
I slid both hands over his massive shoulders and to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. I felt the power rippling underneath his skin as he responded to my need, on the edge of losing control, and for some reason, the thought of him letting go didn’t scare me.
It excited me.
Elora had been right the other day when she referred to him as Mr. Serious because Zeke was always in control of himself. But right now, I needed to feel the edge of that control slip to match my own craziness.
He growled into my mouth, biting my lip as he put more pressure between my legs, and I brazenly spread my thighs wider to make more room for his hand. “I can feel how hot you are through your jeans, Dove.” He growled. “Tell me that’s for me.”
“It’s for you.” I panted. “I’m so turned on.”
“I’m going to make you come.” He promised as he moved his fingers against my clit until I whimpered and cried out in desperation. “I want to hear every sound you make when you come. I want to watch you come apart.”
“Zeke.” I groaned, laying my forehead against his chin as I clung to the back of his neck. “You have no idea how close I am.”
“Then be my good girl and come. Give it to me.” He demanded, and my body caved, chasing euphoria like it was my last breath.
“Yes!” I hissed out between clenched teeth as I rocked my hips back and forth, coming against his hand through my jeans like a teenager.
“Fuck yes.” He growled against my lips, “That’s it, Dove. Come for me.”
“Oh, my God.” I gasped, sinking back into the couch as my chest heaved from exertion. I caught my breath and slowly opened my once again closed eyes and found Zeke smirking down at me with thatpredatory gaze. He looked smug and excited all at once, and I smirked back. “What?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful before.” He winked and leaned down to kiss me, and I eagerly returned his affection, like it was natural and normal between us. I looked down between us and noticed the large bulge tenting the front of his towel, and I was secretly glad I hadn’t let him go get dressed before I invited him inside.
He watched me, noting where my gaze was pinpointed. “I’m sorry.” He reached down quickly and adjusted himself, not that it did any good because he was obviously large, and the towel offered no concealment. “Hey.” he said, lifting my chin to look away from his lap and into his eyes. “Ignore it.”
“What?” I shook my head slowly, confused.
“This isn’t about me. This was about you.”
“But—,” I stammered, still not grasping what he meant.
“Shh.” He pressed his thumb to my lips, silencing me. “Thank you. For giving me this gift. For allowing me to touch you. It was incredible to watch.”
“That makes me feel like a science experiment,” I stated plainly as he leaned back to get a better look at me. The hostility in my voice was palpable, but I couldn’t stop it. “Are you saying that’s it? We’re not doing anything else?”
“Yes, that’s all we’re doing.” He responded firmly, and I sputtered in shock. “Stop.” He commanded as I unraveled, “Take a deep breath and talk to me. Why are you upset?”
“I—,” I stood up, detangling myself from his hold to pace the small space. “Don’t you want—?” I started, but shame burned so brightly in my stomach that I stopped before I could finish.
“Laila.” He warned, catching my drift anyway.
