Page 72 of An Inconvenient Marriage
He was the master my body wanted to serve.
“Perhaps…”
His gravelly words interrupted my thoughts, and before I even had time to process what was happening, he pulled away and spun me back toward the counter. I was about to ask what he was doing when he scooted his stool close to mine and trapped me between his knees.
Kind of an awkward position with me looking forward and him looking at me. Or so I thought until I felt his hand slide up my thigh. It took two seconds for my heart to beat out of control and even less time for my body to be covered in goose bumps.
And when he whispered, “Open,” next to my ear, I couldn’t spread my legs fast enough. A good thing, too, because Zach immediately rewarded me by pushing my underwear aside and running his finger through my wetness.
That first touch drew a deep gasp from the back of my throat, and when he did it again, a stuttering breath blew over my lips.
“Is this what you want?” he rasped. “What you were thinking about?” He kept teasing me without applying pressure to my throbbing and aching spots.
“Yes,” I huffed.
More teasing, or was it torture, because holy crap, I was on the verge of begging him to put me out of my misery.
“Then tell me.” He touched a kiss below my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I said without hesitation.
Zach chuckled, and holy hotness, that deep rumble vibrated through my chest.
“No… I want to know what you want me to do to you.”
In my head, I knew exactly what I wanted, but voicing it was the problem. It was a foreign concept my brain hadn’t even grasped. But when Zach withdrew, I knew I had to learn fast.
“No.” I’d meant to say it loud, but it came out barely above a whisper. So soft, I didn’t think he’d heard me until he stopped moving.
He leaned in at the same time as I twisted my head to the side. Our lips were so close again, I could practically taste him.
Then it hit me. If I couldn’t say it, maybe I could show him? Closing the distance between us, I licked at his upper lip, then closed my mouth over his, and for the first time in my life,Iinitiated a kiss.
And when he immediately kissed me back, I wasn’t just floating on cloud nine. I was way higher than that.
He grabbed my face and slid his fingers beneath my braid, digging the tips into the skin at my hairline. The pressure tugged one of those deep moans from the back of my throat which he quickly swallowed when he deepened the kiss.
I knew we had to come up for air at some point, but I didn’t want to. Not when kissing him filled me with so much pleasure.
It wasn’t just that he could make me want him more by simply kissing me, it was the fact that he was tasting me like he couldn’t get enough but at the same time wanted to commit everything to memory.
He was savoring me, and I freaking loved it.
Which was why a small whimper left my lips when he pulled away. Luckily, not completely. Our mouths were still so close I felt a hot puff of air with every ragged breath that left his body.
“You want my fingers back?” he rasped.
“Yes, oh gosh, yes.”
He pinned me with that stare of his, then slowly lifted one corner of his lips. “Then tell me where you want them.”
I was about ninety percent sure if I didn’t answer him, we’d most likely go back to making out, but I was one hundred percent sure he wouldn’t touch me. And I so wanted his hands on me. It was actually a bit scary how desperately I wanted it.
Embarrassment coated my already too-hot skin, but I forced the words out anyway. “I… I want to feel them inside me.”
“Good girl.”
Those were the last words I heard before he completely stole my sanity. His hands were back under my dress faster than lightning could strike. And this time, instead of teasing his way up, he went straight for it, shoving my underwear aside before slipping one finger inside me.
