Page 57 of Desolation
I make my way to him on light feet and set my palms on his back.
He jumps. “Fuck, Lana. You scared me.”
“Sorry … I just wanted to come down here and talk to you privately. I owe you an apology for letting that happen upstairs. It’s too soon for that.”
He turns around and grabs my hands. “Lana, you don’t need to apologize. It’s something I need to become comfortable with on my own.” Sensing that he has more to say, I squeeze his hands, encouraging him. With a quiet exhale, he says, “I just worry that I won’t be able to satisfy your needs like the rest of the guys will. Even Hale has done more than me.”
I want to shake my head at him but I get it. He just doesn’t see that pleasure isn’t only about skill—it’s about connection. He needs to realize the extent, thedepth, of our connection.
I step closer to him, until I’m flush with his chest, and look up into his hazel eyes. “Can I kiss you, Zedd, baby?”
He lips part on instinct and he nods. I reach up and twine my fingers in his hair, pulling him down as I had Luke, but gentler, slower. As our lips meet, I keep it light, letting him settle into the sensation, but he surprises me by crushing me to him almost instantly. His arms band around my waist and he molds me into him, groaning into my mouth.
Perhaps I underestimated him.
Flicking my tongue to tease his mouth, he eagerly opens up and meets me with his own. I grip his shirt in my fists, pushing up onto my toes to deepen the kiss. His arms loosen from around my waist and his hands drift to my ass, surprising me with his forwardness.
Against his mouth, I say, “You’re a pretty great kisser, Zedd. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
I can’t help but tease him because it feels like he knows exactly what he’ll do with me.
His hands tighten on my ass. “You’re going to be my first everything. Luckily, it just feels natural with you.”
Melt my panties off, why don’t you?
Unexpectedly, he loosens the hold he has on my ass and I drop back to the flats of my feet, confused by the abrupt change.
I look up to read his face but he’s just looking at me adoringly. He leans down to kiss my forehead, lingering there momentarily. “I need to get to cooking for my girlfriend. Can’t have her going hungry on our first official night together.”
His girlfriend. I like the sound of that.
Smiling up at him, I say, “You’re right! The Queen must be provided with nourishment.” I clap and spin on my feet. “Get to work, peasant!”
As he chuckles behind me, I launch myself onto the corner of a couch, just as the rest of the guys make their way downstairs. They plop down on the large, beige sectional next to me and we momentarily have to remove Zedd from the kitchen so he can rescue us from the challenges of technology. He figures out how to work the app on the TV and turns on the firstTransformersmovie.
Thank you, Witch Bitch, for not being completely out of date with other realms.
“Marathon time!” I squeal as the opening credits play and Zedd makes his way back to the kitchen to cook. I pull him by the hand and drag him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for cooking, Zedd.”
The guys echo my sentiment, to which Zedd cheekily replies, “I’m only doing this because of my girlfriend! Not for you, assholes.”
Aaand we’re back to normal. Thank the Goddess.
By the time the first movie is finished, the table in front of us is set with plates, glasses, drinks and a meal of oven-baked chicken and fresh veggies. We devour it as the second movie plays. Leo and Luke offer to put the dishes away and I rest against the sofa, a full meal and sleep deprivation lulling me to give up the fight with fatigue and let my eyes drift shut.
Just a quick nap.
The sound of guns and cars crashing has me stirring against the warm body I must have sought out in my sleep.I slept through the first Transformers? The world is truly ending.
As I snuggle into the person I’m molded into—sorry, not sorry, Hale—he says,“Are you awake, Little One?”
Wiggling against him, I grumble, “No.”
He chuckles. “Well, the rest of the guys have taken turns showering already. I stayed here since you were sleeping so peacefully. Do you want to take a shower or a bath?”
Ah, a hot shower sounds so nice.“I’ll save the bath for another night. I’ll just head up and take a quick shower. Thank you!”
Scrambling out of his lap, I run up the stairs, desperate to feel the near-scalding water against my grimy skin.Bleurgh. The memory of Witch Bitch’s portal comes to mind and I suddenly want to wash it all off.
