Page 60 of An Inconvenient Marriage
“Somewhere where I can spread you out and feast on every inch of your body.” After a quick pit stop to turn off the stove, Zach dragged me to the closest room. Which turned out to be the living room.
We’d barely set foot in the space when he spun around and kissed me again. And gosh, I swear every time his mouth met mine, it felt more feverish and urgent than the previous time. As if he couldn’t get enough.
When he kissed me like this, time and space seemed to vanish. It was just me and Zach and the delicious way his tongue was tasting and teasing mine. I could happily live in that moment for all of eternity.
At least I thought I could until he abandoned my mouth to whisper next to my ear, “Have you touched yourself, imagining it was me?”
And there was that cold shower I wasn’t hoping for. Just like that, the fire in my veins turned to ice.
When he finds out the truth, he won’t want you.
Zach took a step back. With the warmth of his body gone, it felt like I was standing on a stage with a giant spotlight shining on me. I didn’t like it.
“Natalie?”
I heard the confusion in his voice, and because I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment and disgust on his face, I stared at the carpet and softly confessed, “I’ve never done that.”
There was a quick moment of silence and then, “You’ve never touched yourself?”
“No.”
“Look at me.”
I couldn’t. I was too embarrassed. And afraid of what I’d see in his eyes. But this was Zach, and he wasn’t just going to leave it. Tucking two fingers under my chin, he gently guided my gaze back to his.
“Why are you ashamed of this?”
Taking a step back—because I couldn’t think let alone form coherent sentences when he was touching me—I let out a breath. “I’m not who or what you think I am, Zach, I’ve only ever had sex once. No one had touched me before that or since. And—”
I didn’t want to see his expression when I told him the next part, so I closed my eyes as the words rushed out of my mouth. “I’ve never had enough self-confidence to explore my own body.”
The heat of his body enveloped me right before his hands touched my face and his lips brushed over mine. It was nothing more than a small peck but somehow felt so incredibly huge.
“My sweet Natalie,” he murmured when he pulled back. “That’s not something to be ashamed of.” He kissed me one more time, then trailed a line of kisses along my jaw, only stopping when he reached my ear.
“Let’s explore together, then.”
The butterflies inside my tummy did backflips. “W-what?”
Zach chuckled, and the warmth of his breath against my skin pushed my heart into overdrive. Made ten times worse when he slipped his hand in mine and drew small circles against my wrist with his thumb.
And when he stuck his tongue out to lick the spot below my ear, I grew hot all over. “Don’t you want to find out what turns you on?” He applied more pressure to my wrist. “Which spots get you wet or which ones make you scream?”
There he went again with his words. I was pretty sure this would be tame for almost everyone who liked dirty-talking, but it wasn’t for me. Every raspy word rolling off his tongue had me aching and throbbing and begging for more.
My underwear wasn’t just wet, it was soaked. And he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Inching his face back to mine, Zach pinned me with that intense stare of his. “Tell me, Natalie.”
Wait… what was the question again? Oh, yeah… finding my spots. “I…” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “I do want to know.”
What I didn’t add was how terrified I was of disappointing him. What if I did it all wrong, and he never wanted to touch me again? Or worse, what if my inexperience was such a turnoff, he—
“Don’t do that.”
My vision blurred back to the present and Zach’s eyes on me.
“I can practically hear your overthinking mind running rampant. Talk to me.”
