Page 64 of Keeping Zita

He wanted this. Over and over. Every night. As much as this woman would allow. He was already obsessed and would do anything it took to keep her. To make things between them work. He still had no idea how their future would look, considering their jobs, but he was more determined than ever not to let her slip through his fingers.

When she stopped shaking, Zita slowly collapsed onto his chest like a blow-up toy that had been punctured. She was scalding hot against him, but Obi-Wan had never been more comfortable in his life. As far as he was concerned, she could sleep right where she was forever. His dick was still lodged deep within her body, cocooned in her warmth.

“I’m dead. You killed me,” she mumbled into his neck, her breath tickling his skin, making him shiver.

“Sorry I came so soon. I’ll be better next time,” Obi-Wan told her, a little ashamed at how fast he’d orgasmed.

“Any better and I will be dead,” she mumbled.

Obi-Wan was smiling like a fool, but he didn’t even care. His hands caressed her back gently as he soaked in the intimacy between them. His heart was still beating fast, and he could feel hers against his chest as well. Knowing he’d pleasured her was as much a turn-on as the actual act of orgasming had been.

As she lay on top of him, he heard a strange sound. And when he realized what it was, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but grin. “I never did feed you,” he said.

“Not hungry.”

“Yes, you are,” he contradicted.

“Fine, I am. But I’d rather lie here than move.”

Truth be told, so would he, but there was no chance he was going to let his woman go hungry because he was too horny to get up. He had all the time in the world to enjoy more moments like this one. Of course, this one was particularly special, as it was their first, but he promised himself it wouldn’t be the last.

“I’m going to call On the Rocks, I think they’re still serving food. I’ll run out and get us something.”

Zita lifted her head, and it made his cock shift inside her body. Obi-Wan bit his tongue as he did his best not to thrust into her. She had to be sore, and there was no way in hell he’d do anything to make this moment anything other than perfect.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. What do you want?”

It was almost painful when she lifted herself off his cock and snuggled against his side. The sheets were wet, and Obi-Wan could feel their combined juices on his groin and thighs. It was an experience he’d never had before but couldn’t say he hated. Sex would be messier without condoms, but the benefits far outweighed the disadvantages.

“Cheeseburger with fries. And a small salad with ranch on the side. Please.”

Her definitive answer made Obi-Wan grin. She usually tried to eat healthy, but she’d more than earned the guilty pleasure of splurging tonight.

“I need to get up and find my phone. I think it’s in one of the pockets of my pants.”

She giggled. “We were in kind of a hurry to get undressed when we got here, weren’t we?”

Obi-Wan went up on an elbow, and Zita turned onto her back to look up at him. “Thank you for not hiding what you felt. For letting me know you wanted me.”

“I thought you’d be upset. I got the distinct impression you liked setting the pace of our relationship.”

“I did. But sometimes I need a nudge.”

“Consider yourself nudged.”

He grinned and leaned down, kissing her soft and slow, a kiss quite different from earlier, when they’d been ravenous for each other. Then he got up while he still could, to find his phone. He called the bar on the square and, to his surprise, Zeke answered. After explaining why he was calling so late—without the explicit details, just explaining that they were on set all day and had only recently gotten back to the Mangree—Zeke offered to drive their food out to the motel, since he was about to head home himself.

Obi-Wan agreed without hesitation. The last thing he wanted was to go back out into the damp night and leave Zita’s side. He settled back onto the bed and took her into his arms. “Zeke’s bringing our food to us.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

“Awesome.” She leaned down and kissed his upper chest, then his neck, then moved to one of his nipples.

“I think he saw through my excuse about just getting back, because other crew members are probably at the bar eating by now. But I’m still not sure it would be cool to greet him at the door with my dick hanging out. I need to put some pants on.”