“So…”
“Right. I’ll leave so you two can bone or whatever it is you’re about to do. Night, kids.” Zoe gives us a finger wave before retreating down the hallway.
Neither one of us move until we hear theclickof Zoe’s door.
Then it’s an awkward shuffle of feet, a stiff hug, and mumbled good nights.
What. The. Hell.
I make my way to my bedroom, confused as hell.
As I’m about to twist the knob, I’m spun around, hands encasing my face and lips crushing to mine.
Tongues tangle together. Breathing is secondary in this moment. All that matters is the feel of his lips on me, his hands tangling themselves in my hair, the way his body crushes against mine.
“Invite me into your room, Delia.”
I nod and push the door open.
He saunters inside, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him so fast I can barely get the door closed. Before I know it, he has me on the bed, hovering over me with a grin matched only by Casanova himself.
“I’m not here for sex, Delia, just so we’re clear, but I would like to sleep next to you tonight, if that’s okay. We can snuggle.” His dimple appears. “Naked.”
I giggle and push at his chest until he rolls off and onto the bed. “You keep telling yourself that.I’mwearing pajamas.”
I push myself off the bed and make my way to my dresser. I grab my sexiest set of pajamas—ultra-short shorts and a sweater that hangs invitingly off my shoulder—ready to take them down the hall and into the bathroom to change.
Then an idea hits me.
I might not be brave enough to sleep with Zach yet, but I sure as hell am brave enough to tease him.
Huh. Guess I am stripping for him after all.
Standing right there in front of my dresser, keeping my eyes focused on the blank wall, I slowly lift my shirt over my head.
At first Zach doesn’t say anything, not a peep.
I unhook my bra.
“Oh hell.” His voice is hoarse, and it sounds hot as hell.
Slowly, I pull the straps down my arms, dropping the garment to the floor at my feet. I hear a shuffle and know he’s on his feet now.
I slide my oversized nightshirt over my head, running my hands down my sides, settling them on my hips—just for a moment—before pushing my lounge pants to the floor. I’m standing there in nothing but a shirt hanging off one shoulder and my underwear that expose a whole lot of ass.
“Shit.”
Another shuffle of feet.
I can feel the heat radiating off him; I know he’s close, his stare making me sweat.
I take my time pulling my shorts off my dresser, waiting to see what Zach will do…if he does anything at all.
“Delia, please.”
I finally push my feet through the tiny shorts and pull them up over my calves, my thighs, until finally my white cheeky panties are covered.
Zach has me enveloped in no time, his front to my back, and I can feeleveryinch of him. His erection throbs as it sits almost perfectly between my cheeks. His hands ghost up my sides and I know there’s no way he missed the goose bumps that cover my skin.
