Page 19 of F Buddy

I remembered it from that night. He’d pushed me into the elevator wall and on both sides of the door to the hotel room. My body remembered, too, and responded to the memory. It had been amazing sex, even if it was against a door.

“Should I take that as a complaint?” he said, raising one of his eyebrows.

“No,” I said quickly, my arms moving to around his neck, holding him to me. Then I quirked a smile. “Though I wouldn’t say no to making it to the bed this time.”

“Well, that isn’t exactly fair, is it?” he teased. “We did make it to the bed after.”

I chuckled. “That we did.”

Before he could say more, I went onto the tips of my toes to kiss his lips. He sighed into my mouth, leaning his head down so I could kiss him easier.

It was a soft, almost chaste kiss, just the press and slide of lips. His body was taut though, almost straining, and I thought he was more than ready for more. He’d been staring at me since the moment he picked me up at my doorstep, giving me a look that had my body straining toward his. I thought I’d hid it well, but I knew that he wanted me, and I wanted him just as badly.

Slowly, I pulled back and met his eyes.

“Take me to bed,” I said softly, but the words were a command.

I saw something spark quickly in his eyes before it died down. He pulled back, releasing all of me apart from my hand, and he pulled me behind him as we walked further into the apartment. I’d never been in Zach’s apartment before. It was slightly bigger than mine, but then it made sense if it had two bedrooms. He led me down a hall with two doors and pulled me into one. I eyed the other one. He let me move into the room and backed up against the door, closing it.

I arched an eyebrow his way. “Aren’t you going to press me up against this door?” I teased.

He quirked a smile. “Nah. I don’t want to take you that way this time. The bed should be just fine.”

He pulled off his sports jacket and let it fall to the floor, eyes intent on me. I knew what he wanted, but instead of moving to do the same, I just gave him a coy smile.

“So, can I ask what happened to your old roommate? Couldn’t put up with you?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, no. See, he got a girlfriend, and they decided they wanted to move in together. Three would have been a crowd, so he left on his own.”

“Ah.”

I looked at his bed. It was a king size, understandable with his height. He’d probably feel cramped if he ever stayed over at my place. I glanced at the nightstand and dropped my clutch purse there. When I turned back, I found he’d stepped closer when I wasn’t looking.

“Do you need help with your dress?” he asked.

I smiled dryly as I closed the space between us and pressed against his chest. “I wouldn’t quite say that. I can take it off on my own just fine. But do I want help?”

His eyebrow shot up.

My smile grew wider. “I’d love it if you could help me, Zach.”

He grinned. Then he leaned down to press his mouth against mine. Only, this kiss wasn’t as soft or chaste as before. His tongue licked my lips until I parted them, then slid between my teeth to map the inside of my mouth.

Most people were messy with French kissing. It was a surprise when some of the guys I met didn’t even like it. And, of course, there were the guys that didn’t do it well.

Zach wasn’t one of those guys.

His tongue ran under and over mine, tangling together. Then he was thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, mimicking what he was going to be doing with his cock later, and I moaned as my hands slid up his neck and into his hair. I tugged a little, and his chest rumbled in pleasure. He was good at this, but in his way, when it came to this, he was easy to read.

After a few moments, he pulled away, leaving us both panting.

“Strip, please,” he commanded.

I moved away from him and kicked off my heels. Then I turned around and held my hair out of the way so he could undo my zipper, looking at him over my shoulder. He met my eyes as he placed his hands on my hips and slowly slid them up. I hissed a breath through my teeth as he slid his hands over my waist, then around to brush over my breasts, before rounding to the top of my spine, where he caught the zipper and pulled it, slowly, down, eyes never leaving mine.

I moved my arms from my sides so the dress could fall. I slid my panties down as well, kicking them off my feet, and stepping out of the puddle my dress made on the floor. Then I turned around. His eyes dropped to my chest and grew wide as he took in a sharp breath.

“No bra?”