Page 47 of An Inconvenient Marriage
Was it possible to orgasm from words alone? Because holy moly, I could totally see it happening if he kept talking to me like that. Or maybe if he kept staring like that, too. Gosh, I was locked in his gaze and shaking.
Not with fear but a powerful, overwhelming need I had no control over. Maybe that was why I shook my head without realizing or why I spoke without hesitation.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Another one of those deep groans filled the air. He surged forward and claimed my mouth once more. This kiss had nothing on the previous one. It was bold and ruthless, leaving me without breath or a care in the world.
The only thing that mattered was the way his lips crushed mine, how his tongue stroked and tasted me. How he was driving me toward delicious delirium. It was ecstasy, and I couldn’t imagine it getting any better than this.
But it did.
Zach spent a few more wonderful moments kissing my mouth, then abandoned it completely. His lips slipped down my throat like before, but this time there was no dress to stop him. He went straight for my breast, closing his mouth over the still-covered nipple and eagerly sucking on it.
“Oh!” I cried out and, heaven help me, it just fueled him.
Sucking harder, he gripped my leg and wrapped it around his waist. My hips bucked. Just a little, but enough to pry more moans from me. They were loud, needy sounds I never thought I’d hear coming from me.
And goodness, they just grew louder when Zach used his free hand to cover my other breast. His mouth and his fingers worked in tandem, sucking, nipping, and tugging until I couldn’t see straight.
I was a mess. I delicious mess of want and need. And no longer in control of my body. When his teeth scraped over my nipple again, my hips rocked. But this time, he thrust forward at the same time.
A cry of pleasure burst from my lungs.
His hand dropped to my butt, fingers digging into my skin as he thrust forward again. I didn’t know why, but my brain chose that moment to remind me he was still fully dressed while I was almost naked.
And he was rubbing himself against me like he didn’t even care if he was going to make a mess in his pants.
Why the hell was this so hot?
And not nearly enough.
Needing to touch him, too, I smoothed my hands over his broad shoulders. It was supposed to be just to feel him, but for whatever reason, I dug my fingers in and held him close.
“Zach.” I tried to catch my breath long enough to talk but only stuttered out one word, “More.”
Without missing a beat, he slipped his hand to my front and curled his fingers around the waistband of my underwear. And just as he yanked them over my hip, his phone rang.
His freaking phone rang!
It was so loud and obnoxious, he immediately stopped everything he was doing.
Stopped kissing me.
Stopped touching me.
We stood frozen like that for a few seconds until the phone finally stopped ringing. I breathed out a sigh of relief because now we could get back to the good stuff.
Or so I thought.
His stupid phone started up almost immediately again. Somehow, it sounded even more obnoxious this time around. That could also have been because of Zach pulling away from me.
He untangled his fingers from my underwear and lifted his mouth from my breast. Then he reached up and curled his fingers around my wrists. Giving them a hard tug, he wrenched them from his shoulders and pinned my hands against the wall next to my head.
My breaths came hard and fast. So did his.
“Zach?”
He squeezed his eyes shut, and his throat bobbed up and down with a hard swallow. When he looked at me again, I was horrified when I couldn’t even see a single trace of his earlier desire.
