Page 31 of Faith
Zeke yanked her shirt up, giving himself access to her breasts. He twisted both of them, loving the way her body bowed to him with the move. He buried his face between her full breasts, then licked his way up her chest, nibbling her throat, and claimed her mouth.
Hands full of breasts, mouth full of Nina’s tongue, and her thighs parted and welcoming his throbbing erection was Zeke’s version of heaven. He squeezed his hands, and she bit his tongue.
His eyes snapped open.
Nina was right there. Kissing him back. Writhing against him. Her bare breasts in his hands. Her legs wrapped around him.
Zeke jumped out of bed so fast Nina almost fell.
She caught herself on the edge and looked up at him.
“Fuck,” Zeke barked. He spun and went to the bathroom, locking himself in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?” he hissed as he paced the bathroom.
It was nowhere near the first dream he had about Nina, but it was the first one that came true.
He manhandled her. Took advantage of her. He would have done more if she hadn’t bit him and woke him up.
He shook his head. Did she wake him up? Or did he know it was real and want to pretend for another minute?
He was such an asshole.
An asshole with a hard-on that was not getting the message that Nina Rose was far off-limits. So far she wasn’t even in the same country.
Her knock was soft, like she was afraid to interrupt him. “Zeke?”
He closed his eyes. He was acting like he was wronged, locking himself in the bathroom. He should have sent her in there. Let her know she was safe from him. Let her decide to be around him.
The thought finally calmed his erection and brought shame to his entire body. He unlocked the door and opened it, stepping back to show her he wouldn’t attack her again.
“Nina, I can never apologize enough for that. I’m an asshole and I am so sorry I touched you. You can tell Mont what happened so he can kick my ass. I deserve it.”
“Zeke,” she said, moving closer.
Zeke backed up, holding up his hands.
She stopped.
“Don’t try to make me feel better, Nina. I… There’s no excuse for what I did.”
“You weren’t alone in that bed, Zeke.”
He nodded. “I know. I know. I’ve never shared a bed with a woman, and I thought it was a dream. I?—”
“You dream about me?” Nina asked.
Zeke stared at her, his mouth open to argue, but he couldn’t lie to her. No reply was better than telling the truth.
“I would dream about you,” Nina whispered. “About you showing up one day and getting me out of there. About you… and me.”
“Nina.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I know all the men I slept with only did it because they were paying. It wasn’t about me.”
“All those men were garbage, and you deserved better. You deserve better than me. Better than being pawed in your sleep and treated like you don’t matter.”
“I wasn’t asleep,” she whispered.
