Page 61 of Keeping Zita

“Talk to me, Zita. Let me fix it.”

He wanted to fix what was wrong? Of course he did.

Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze and said, “I’m tired of being with you, but not being with you. I feel as if I’m splintering into a million pieces but unable to do anything about it. I want you, Sage. Need you. I don’t want to spend another night lying next to you and just sleeping. I want it all—every part of you. But I’ve been afraid to make my needs known because I don’t want to lose you if you’re not there yet.”

She held her breath, staring at him, with no idea how he felt about everything she’d just confessed.

Emotion flared in his eyes, something she couldn’t read.

Then he moved. Lowering his head and taking her lips in a rough, desperate kiss.

She immediately opened for him, grabbing his shoulders.

He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t nip and nibble; his tongue swept into her mouth and took control.

Zita felt dizzy with relief and met his hunger with her own. The pent-up lust she’d felt from being with him, but not with him.

Sage lifted her from the Jeep and set her on her feet, and she barely heard him slam the door shut. He didn’t lift his head from hers, simply tilted it so he could take the kiss deeper.

She was lost in him. In sensation. When he finally did lift his head and growl, “Key,” it took her a moment to understand what he wanted and why. She fumbled in her purse for the metal key Edna had given her and breathed a sigh of relief when her fingers closed around it. She handed it to Sage, and he took it without a word.

He had the door open in seconds, and then they were inside. He kicked it shut with his foot, locked the dead bolt, then reached for her once more.

There was no hesitation this time, on either of their parts. The kiss was carnal, hotter than anything Zita had ever experienced before. She didn’t hold back, tried to let Sage know without words how much he’d come to mean to her. How much she wanted this. Him.

She kicked her shoes off, while he worked on the button of her cargo pants. Her hands were busy trying to shove his shirt up and over his head while not breaking their kiss.

Eventually, he pulled back, breathing hard, eyes kind of wild, and said, “Clothes. Off.”

She complied, gladly.

There was a mad rush on both their parts to remove the clothes that suddenly felt too constricting. The second they were both naked, Sage reached for her once more. Surprisingly, Zita didn’t feel self-conscious in the least. She was more than ready for this. For Sage.

Their bodies came together with an audible slap, and it felt as if Sage’s hands were everywhere at once. She wasn’t a passive participant either. Her own hands were attempting to learn Sage’s body even as they once again devoured each other’s mouths.

She ran her hands over his rock-hard ass, marveling at the tautness of the round globes. Running her hands up his sides, she could feel the muscles in his torso flexing as he moved. Her nipples were hard against his chest, the hair there stimulating her even more. Every time she shifted, her breasts rubbed against his body, ramping up her need.

He was doing his own exploring. One hand was locked around the back of her neck, holding her against him as he kissed her, the other was roaming her body almost desperately. His fingers gripped a butt cheek, then grasped her thigh to pull it around his leg. His hand went to her chest next, to palm one of her breasts. His fingers played with the taut nipple, then squeezed the sensitive globe before he moved down between her legs.

Zita jerked against him at the first touch of his fingers on her soaking-wet folds. She broke from their kiss and gasped, sucking in oxygen in gulps as if she’d just run a freaking marathon.

“Sage,” she moaned, hiking her leg higher, trying to give him more room to touch her. But the position was a bit awkward, and her other leg was starting to shake with the strength it took to hold herself up.

Thankfully, Sage realized there was a perfectly good bed right behind them. He put both hands on her waist and turned, spinning her around and practically throwing her onto the mattress.

Zita couldn’t help but giggle. She loved being manhandled by this man, because she had no doubt whatsoever that he wouldn’t use his strength against her. She didn’t have time to think before he was on top of her, his lips once more covering hers. His hand went straight back to her pussy, teasing the wet folds before zeroing in on her clit.

It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Zita’s head spun, as if she’d chugged three of those delicious lemon drop martinis right in a row. Sage lifted his head, and Zita sucked in a much-needed breath. This was intense, but oh so good. Had she ever felt this needy for someone before? Like if she didn’t get him inside her in the next three seconds she’d self-combust?

No, definitely not. She both loved and hated the sensation.

“Sage, more,” she whispered, not even sure what she was asking for.

But apparently, he did. Without taking his hand from between her legs, he scooted down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Zita arched into his touch as electricity seemed to shoot from her chest down to her clit.

He wasn’t gentle about what he was doing. Sage sucked hard, used his teeth to stimulate her even more. And his free hand came up, plumping her eager flesh to make it easier to get more of her breast into his mouth.

To her surprise, Zita found that she was on the edge of an orgasm, which had never happened to her before. When she masturbated, she always had to concentrate on her clit before she’d get anywhere close to coming.