Page 99 of An Inconvenient Marriage
“Not yet.”
It confused me for a second until he lowered himself onto the blanket. Sweeping his palm over the spot beside him, he slowly raked his gaze up and down my body.
“Lie down.”
His voice was stern and demanding, and my body reacted accordingly. My nipples hardened, straining against the silky fabric. Need tugged at my stomach, and my panties… well, they were soaked.
Needing a little relief, I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together.
I should have known Zach would see this.
With those dark eyes trained on me, he pushed onto his knees. “What did I say about repeating myself?”
There was no time to answer, let alone form a coherent thought. He moved fast. Lifting his hand, he deftly shoved my underwear aside and ran his finger through my wetness.
“Oh.”
I doubled over, my hands landing on his shoulders as I desperately tried to steady myself. But it was no use. Zach’s delicious torture continued, and without warning, he slipped two fingers inside me.
My nails dug into his skin, my hips greedily chasing his fingers every time he pulled them out and plunged them back in. And because this was Zach, the master of my body, it only took a few of those pumps to propel me toward the edge.
But instead of letting me fall over, he stopped what he was doing.
Dark eyes met mine. “You want to come?”
I was so wired, I barely breathed out a, “Yesss.”
Zach sat back down on the blanket, his hand patting the same space as before. “Then be a good girl and do as I said, so I can worship you inch by glorious fucking inch.”
I didn’t hesitate. I was on my back next to him not even a minute later.
Starting at the top of my knee, he brushed his fingertips up along my skin. He barely touched me and did such a great job at avoiding all my sweet spots, I couldn’t keep myself from squirming around.
“Zach,” I pleaded.
His gaze met mine, and his mouth curved into a sinful smirk. “So greedy.” He reached the swell of my breasts, then dipped his fingers between them. “But I’ll take care of you.”
A soft click filled the air a second before my bra finally fell away.
The gentle breeze of the night swept over my sensitive nipples, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. I squirmed some more. I needed him to touch me. To bend down and suck a hard tip into his mouth.
But he didn’t.
He pulled his lip between his teeth, and his eyes—filled with molten desire—slowly took me in from head to toe.
It was all I could do not to shrink back and cover myself. But when he shoved his hand into his briefs and closed his eyes on a low groan, I felt beautiful.
And bold.
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I tried not to overthink and just went with what felt right.
My hands came to my breasts, and I pinched my nipples the way Zach had done before. Little shocks of pleasure shot through my body, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
Abandoning my breasts, I dragged my hand down my body and slipped it into my underwear.
I spread my legs wider, sinking my fingers into my core.
