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“He wouldn’t be coming with cinnamon donuts if he didn’t plan on forgiving me for keeping Erik from him. Do you think?” I asked the group.
A chorus of “definitely not” and “no ways” met my question.
And I was inclined to agree with them. A good thing, because there was no doubt about it. Even angry about how things had gone down tonight, I was in love with a man I’d never met.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
nate
Two coffees and a bag of cinnamon donuts in hand, I followed Lucas’s directions and looked for Zoe’s address. Despite meeting her ex on the plane and learning Zoe had been one step away from engaged the week we “met,” and despite the question in the back of my head—was I a rebound?—with each step closer to her apartment, my heart rate increased. I might be setting myself up for one hell of a heartbreak, but either way, this was happening.
Finally standing in front of a brownstone just two blocks off Main Street, a nice-looking place that fit Zoe perfectly, I climbed the stairs. Pressed the buzzer. This was an entirely different kind of anticipation than what I’d been dealing with for the last year. Like stepping out of the wire for the first time in a strange sort of way.
The door opened.
I knew what she looked like.
Intimately.
But I still wasn’t prepared for seeing her in person. We stared at each other for a second, and though I couldn’t tell exactly what Zoe was thinking, for my part, I must have looked like one of those cartoons with its eyes popping out.
Fuck me, but the woman was perfect. She was dressed casually in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. Very little makeup.
Absolutely beautiful.
“Come in,” she said, leading me down the hall and through another door. Inside, it was as sunny and organized and pretty an apartment as I’d expect from Zoe. Putting the coffees and donuts on the table just as she closed the door behind us, I turned to her. Opened my arms.
She came to me.
Our mouths nearly slammed together, the first touch of Zoe’s tongue making me immediately hard. Her mouth fit perfectly with mine. I’d always wondered if our first kiss would be gentle or. . . like this.
I couldn’t get enough. Wanting to touch every part of her, to know every part of her, my hands simply refused to stay still. They wandered from her shoulders down to the curve of her waist as we kissed.
Zoe’s did the same, splaying on my chest before moving downward. Tugging on the shirt I’d tucked inside my jeans, she made her intentions clear.
I didn’t waste another second.
Lifting her sweatshirt, forcing us to break apart, I looked into her eyes while tossing it on the floor. Though she didn’t say anything, this time her expression was easy to interpret. She wanted me as badly as I did her. All those texts, the suggestive pictures, the taunting and teasing, the buildup. . .
“Fuck, Zoe,” I said, seeing her glorious tits in person for the first time. They spilled out of a lace bra, and I would not wait to feel them. Pushing the material aside, I took both in my hands as Zoe eagerly unzipped my jeans. I was hard as a rock but wouldn’t be finding relief anytime soon. With the light of day, I could allow that I’d let my anger over the Erik situation get the best of me.
This should have happened last night.
“Why the fuck did I wait?” I asked, undoing her bra as Zoe tried to tug my shirt off. I kindly helped her as Zoe made the most enticing sounds deep in her throat.
“Oh God, so much better in person,” she said, her hands all over my chest and shoulders. But I wasn’t any better.
Just. Couldn’t. Get. Enough.
Or wait any longer to watch her come. My hand dipped right into her leggings as Zoe’s eyes widened. She backed up against the wall for support. With one of my hands on the wall next to her, the other now covering her smooth pussy, I slipped one finger inside.
“Mmmm.” She was, as Zoe had always claimed to be the minute we started dirty texting, as wet as could be. I didn’t take my eyes from hers. “Come for me, Zoe girl,” I said.
“My God, your voice is even deeper in person.”
I resisted her parted lips, still swollen from our kiss, which hadn’t exactly been gentle. I refused to miss even a second of watching Zoe come for the first time.
“You are even more gorgeous in person,” I said, slipping a second finger into her.
