Page 97 of Faith
Zeke stared at the cat as he spoke. “My life was on hold before you came back. I feel like I’m living now.”
“You know what I mean,” she said, looking down at Franklin as he wound between her ankles.
Zeke looked up at her and nodded once.
“Are you okay with me going with Monty?” Nina asked.
“Of course. I’d never stand between you two. Or you and anything you want to do.”
She smiled. “What if I want to do you?”
He chuckled. “That’s a horrible pickup line.”
“Do I need one?” She tapped her lip with her fingertip. “Let’s see. I could say I’m still wet from the orgasm you gave me earlier. Or I could tell you I want more. Or I could say I put on those lace panties you bought me last week.”
“Fuck me,” he growled.
She threw her hands in the air. “That’s what I’m saying.”
Zeke breathed a laugh. “You are so fucking perfect, Nina.”
“Can we focus on the fucking part?”
“Absolutely.”
Zeke was on her in a second, his arm binding her to him in a bruising hold that made her even wetter than she was a second ago. His teeth nipped at her lips before she had a chance to open for him.
She gasped and held on to him, wrapping her legs around his waist when he started walking toward the stairs. His erection pressed against her body, and she shifted to ride it.
“You need to wait until we get upstairs or I might drop you.”
“Hurry,” she breathed into his ear.
Zeke growled and took the stairs two at a time, slapping his hands against the walls to keep them steady while she held on for the ride. He shoved the door closed and had his hands back on her in seconds. “Let me see those panties, angel.”
He helped her down, holding her hips steady until her feet hit the floor. As soon as they did, he stepped back, his gaze blazing her through her clothes.
Nina’s hands shook as she grabbed her shirt. She lifted it over her head, letting the fabric fall.
He sucked in a breath, one that drew all the air from the room. “Fucking hell, you’re stunning. Keep going.” He dropped his jeans, palming himself through his boxer briefs.
Her thighs shook as she watched him watching her. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her sweatpants and drew them down her legs. She stepped away from them, looking at him.
He licked his lips. One hand went to the back of his neck and yanked his tee off. The other slid beneath his boxer briefs and wrapped around his cock, his fist pulling the fabric from him before he shoved it to the floor.
Nina’s core flooded, looking at him and the way he stared at her. Devoured her with his gaze.
“On the bed.”
She reached back to unclasp her bra, but he shook his head.
“Just like that.”
She trembled at the commanding tone of his voice. He hadn’t used it with her before, but she loved it.
Over the last month, he’d taught her what pleasure meant, what a lover truly was. He’d delivered on every fantasy she’d had about vanilla sex. Most people wanted something that toed a line, but after all the things men wanted to do to her, Ninawanted a man who was more worried about her pleasure than his own. And she found that in Zeke.
She laid on the bed, but he shook his head again. “Feet over the edge. I need to taste you.”
