Page 62 of An Inconvenient Marriage
His hooded gaze was still trained on me, staring at me like I was his one and only desire. Gosh, I loved every second of it. And as much as I wanted to bask in that moment for a few seconds longer, I couldn’t keep my eyes from drifting lower.
It was stupid to think Zach wouldn’t notice. He said something I couldn’t make out, then wrapped his fingers around his erection. My eyes grew wide. And when he squeezed and moved his hand up and down, they grew even wider.
This was hot. So hot, I could watch him do that all day. Liquid heat pooled inside my underwear, and I shifted from one foot to the other. Zach’s hand stilled, and he let out a deep groan.
“This is what you do to me.”
My fingers suddenly twitched. I wanted to feel him, too. Wanted him to make that same sound when it was my hand on him.
“Let me see you, Natalie.”
Zach’s voice filtered through my little lust bubble. It took me a moment to realize what he meant. My underwear had to go, too.
I also realized that if I did this, it would be the first time I’d allowed a man to see me naked. Somehow, knowing Zach was the first made it a bit easier to reach behind me and unclasp my bra.
Sliding it over my shoulders and arms, I dropped it on the floor and immediately stepped out of my underwear before I completely lost my nerve.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t for Zach to focus on me like I was something to be worshipped.
“So beautiful.”
He finally closed the distance between us, but much to my dismay, he didn’t put his hands on me. He just stared, leisurely taking in every single inch of me.
I felt exposed and vulnerable but mostly I felt wanted… and turned on.
So freaking turned on.
My heart raced; my skin prickled. The throb between my thighs turned into a living thing, aching for a release. With one look, this man had turned me into a needy creature ready to beg.
Which was exactly what I did.
“Zach, please touch me.”
He shook his head. “Not until you touch yourself.”
I didn’t have time to respond. He took my hand and led me to the chaise and sat. He spread his legs wide, so he was straddling the seat, then patted the space right in front of him.
“Sit.”
I bit my lip, and my gaze slipped from the seat to his erection jutting toward the ceiling. What would it feel like to have it between my legs? Or in my mouth?
“Natalie.”
Zach’s stern voice pulled me back to the present, and when my eyes met his, there was a delicious warning in those dark irises.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
After a moment’s hesitation, I slowly lowered myself onto the chaise. It must not have been close enough for Zach because he gripped my thighs and tugged me backward into him. His body was big and hot as he enveloped me so completely.
When he’d moved me, his hands were on my outer thighs, and now he’d slipped around to my inner thighs to pry my legs apart. He tugged and tugged until my legs were so far spread, they dangled over the edges.
I’d never been so exposed.
His fingers brushed over my skin as he buried his nose in the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. Melting into his touch was the only thing I could think of until I saw it. The massive floor-to-ceiling window in front of us. The one with our reflections on it clear as day.
And as unnerving as that was, it wasn’t what bothered me.
There were no curtains or blinds, absolutely nothing hiding us from the outside world. Which meant if anyone was wandering through the garden, they’d have a pretty good view of what was going on inside.
