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“I’m so far from perfect it’s not even funny.” Her voice was still quiet, but he could hear it shake.
“The fact you don’t even know how special you are blows my mind.” It was the God’s honest truth.
Zach lifted his fingers and got his first touch of silk as he brushed back the hair she’d now begun to hide behind. But he wasn’t done touching her. Tracing her plump pink lips with his thumb, he felt her eyes burn into him.
Every time their gazes locked, his blood heated. And by the flush creeping up her neck, he could tell, she felt it too. The inferno they were creating.
Closing what little distance there was between them, his nose nudged hers as he breathed in her scent. She was addictive.
Already high, just like any addict, he wanted more. Needed it.
With his heart pounding hard and adrenaline coursing through his veins, he lightly pressed his lips against hers. But he didn’t move them. He just left them there. To savor. His hand dropped to the nape of her neck. Once there, his thumb gently massaged her racing pulse point while the rest of his fingers kept her in place.
“Zach, please,” she pleaded.
“Please what, princess?” He spoke into her, the words vibrating against her parted lips.
As her chest pressed into his, he felt her body tremble.
“Kiss me, damnit,” she demanded through ragged breaths.
“I need you to be sure,” he rasped. “Once I start, I’m not going to want to stop.”
Libby’s breathing became choppy. “I’m sure, Zach. I want this. I want you.”
With those words, his control snapped. His mouth finally claimed hers, pushing those perfect lips even further apart. Asserting his grasp on her neck, he kept her securely in place while he deepened the kiss until her taste was on his tongue.
The feel of her hands on him was enough to drive a man insane. One was in his hair, trying desperately to angle him for her pleasure. The other was twisting his shirt into a ball and wrenching him closer. She was taking what she wanted, and he’d be damned if that wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing.
As their kiss grew more and more desperate, Libby’s focus switched to pushing up his shirt. He helped her wrench it over his head, using the one second their mouths were apart to suck up enough oxygen to never have to leave her again.
Her fingers were now on his bare chest. Gliding over every ridge and leaving a path of molten heat in their wake.
His entire body throbbed with such intensity that it bordered on painful. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel her from the inside. Map every curve, taste every dip and satisfy all the cravings threatening to destroy what was left of his brain cells.
Aching for more, her tank top was next to hit the carpet, leaving her in only a lacy black bra. It was enough of a distraction that his lips didn’t automatically reattach themselves to hers. Instead, his mouth went straight to the lace that kept her chest imprisoned. Using his teeth, he tugged the material down until supple flesh slipped out. A second later, he was sucking her sweet pink nipple and revelling in her throaty moans.
Every whimper that left her lips elicited his own guttural groan. Clearly just as impatient as him, she unclasped her bra from behind and let it fall.
Enough fucking around.
He needed a bed and he needed one now. Gathering the topless beauty in his arms, he carried her up the stairs with her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Each step proved torturous. He could handle her nails digging into his back, he could even handle the squeeze of her thighs. But when her mouth latched onto his neck and began to suck, he had to fight the urge to lay her down on the stairs and take her right there.
Where the hell is the bedroom?
