Chapter 81

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

ZAIN

The threat hangs between us, and I can see the second she makes her decision. Her jaw tightens, her eyes flash, and then she turns her back on me and walks toward the door.

No. Fucking. Way .

I lunge forward and grab her arm to haul her back around to face me. Pain radiates across my cheek, but I ignore it, in favor of transferring my grip to her wrist and twisting her arm up behind her back.

The move pulls her body into mine. I wrap my fingers around her throat and force her head back.

"Did you really think I was going to let you walk out of here?" I back her across the room, until I have her pinned between my body and the wall.

Her eyes are spitting fire at me. And I want nothing more than to fall into them and burn.

"Let me go."

My eyes track the movement of her lips. "Or what?"

Her tongue snakes out to lick over her lips, and the action is my undoing. I lower my head and capture her lips with mine. My tongue finds hers, strokes along it, then dips into her mouth.

I release her wrist and wrap my arm around her waist. Her arms lift to loop around my neck at the same time, fingers spearing into my hair.

There are a thousand reasons why I shouldn't kiss her.

There are five hundred reasons why I shouldn't be lifting her off her feet and carrying her through to the living room.

There are a hundred reasons why I shouldn't lower her to the couch.

I can't list a single one of them.

Our mouths part long enough for her to drag my shirt over my head. The first touch of her hands on my body sends a shudder through me. Her fingers slide up my back, along my spine, and wrap around my shoulders.

The voice of reason telling me to stop, to walk away, is squashed into silence by other more powerful things.

The touch of her hands. The way her lips press open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. The feel of her skin beneath my palms.

I can't bring myself to care about anything other than what's happening right here, right now.

The past doesn't matter, only the present.

I find the hem of her t-shirt and pull it up, baring her stomach, her ribs. Her breasts are covered by a thin silky bra, and I pull away from her mouth so I can lower my head to run my tongue over the material. The outline of her nipple is clear through the white silk, and when my tongue licks over the hardened tip, she lets out a soft gasp.

How long has it been since I had a woman beneath me?

The thought disappears as fast as it forms, when one of her hands pushes beneath the waistband of my sweats. Her fingertips brush over my dick. The sensation makes me hiss. She does it again, and I reach down to grab her wrist and pull it away. Lifting it, I pin it above her head, and find her lips with mine again.

She moves beneath me, one leg sliding over mine until she can hook it around my hips. The move drags me closer against her, my dick pressing against her thigh, and I groan against her lips.

I can't think straight. There's a reason this shouldn't be happening, but I don't fucking care what it is.

With my free hand, I reach down and pop the button on her jeans, and kiss my way down her throat and back down to her breast. Nudging her bra away with my nose, I lick over her nipple, then suck it into my mouth.

Her back arches on a gasp, and I shove my hand into her panties. While I nip, suck, and lick her nipple, my fingers search out her clit. Her whimpers when they make contact heats my blood, and I release my grip on her wrist so I can slide down her body.

My fingers curl into the denim, and she lifts her hips so I can pull her jeans down her legs.

"Fuck." I kiss a path over her hip, her stomach, around her navel and to the other side.

"Zain." My name is a soft whisper. One hand slides through my hair, curling against my scalp, and she tugs at my head .

My lips brush over her thigh, and I use one finger to stroke over her pussy, around her clit and down until I can push it inside her.

She whimpers, hips lifting again.

"Do you want my mouth on you? Do you want my fingers inside you?"

In reply, she tightens her grip on my hair and tries to force my face to where she wants it. I pull my finger free, and use my thumbs to open her up to my gaze. My eyes focus on the prize I've revealed, and I lick my lips.

I've already had my mouth on her once, but this time feels different, and I want to take my time. I want to savor every single second.

The first touch of my tongue against her clit is light … just the tip of my tongue, the slightest of licks. Just enough to get a sample of her flavor.

But a sample isn't enough. It will never be enough.