Page 63 of An Inconvenient Marriage
My heart stopped, and my entire body went rigid.
“Zach, what if someone sees?”
He nipped the side of my throat. “Then let them.”
“I’m not…” I shook my head. “I can’t—”
“Shh.” Zach curled his hands over the front of my shoulders and pressed featherlight kisses along the slope of my neck. “It’s two-way glass. You can see outside but they can’t see in.”
That only put me mildly at ease.
“Relax,” he whispered against my skin again. “Close your eyes. It’s just you and me here.”
I wanted to, I really did, but knowing someone could be out there made me nervous… and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. But whatever it was, my nerves outweighed it by far.
“You don’t want to close your eyes?” He growled next to my ear. “Then keep them on me.” I twisted my head when he said, “No. The window.”
Yet again, I was met with the image of me all naked and spread out like a buffet. But instead of focusing on that, I met Zach’s gaze in the glass. It was molten.
“Good girl.” He grinned.
Still looking at me, he gently slid his hand down my arms. The soft brush of his fingertips on my skin felt like torture. Sweet, sweet torture. Even more so when he circled my wrists with a tight grip.
Lowering his head—without taking his eyes off me—he pressed a kiss first against my right shoulder, then my left. Dragging his mouth back to my neck, he brought my hands to my breasts. With his fingers covering mine, he moved them in slow, steady circles. It wasn’t anything big, just my palms scraping over my nipples.
But boy, did that small touch register everywhere. Especially between my thighs. I throbbed and grew wetter than I’d been before. For a moment I was worried about the leather we were sitting on, but then Zach’s low rumble registered.
“Did that feel good?”
With him still guiding me, I closed my hands over my breasts and squeezed. It was soft at first, but my hold tightened and tightened until I found the exact pressure that made me moan.
“Mmmm.”
Moving our hands to the side, he crushed my breasts together.
“I want to bury myself right here.” Zach scooted even closer, his thick hard-on nestled tightly against my butt.
I felt him twitch against me, and so help me, I had this incredible urge to push back and feel even more of him. But then he robbed me of my senses when he took my index and middle fingers and slipped them over my nipple, then pressed them together again.
The tiny pinch had a direct line to my core. Small pulses shot through me, leaving me with the most delicious sensations. My breath left my lungs, and a sound between a moan and a sigh blew over my lips.
Then he did it again.
“Ohhh.”
Thrusting his hips forward, he rubbed himself against my butt. I didn’t know if it was instinct or just plain delirium, but this time, I didn’t hesitate. I pushed back. A low groan rumbled through his chest.
He flattened my hands on my breasts and pressed his mouth to my shoulder, scattering soft kisses along my skin. The gentle touch of his lips was in stark contrast with the furious way he was rubbing his erection against me.
It was absolutely crazy, but I felt a buildup of something rising inside me. The more he thrust forward, and I pushed back, the more my stomach flipped.
Was it possible to have an orgasm like this?
I was on my way to finding out when Zach’s hips stilled and he mumbled, “This is about your pleasure, not mine.”
Not wanting to stop, I rocked my hips back. And since Zach’s hands were still with mine on my breasts, he couldn’t stop me. So I did it again and again.
“Natalie.”
