Talking, Josie, talking!
I break free and step back, taking a moment to appreciate how good he looks in his well-loved jeans and white ‘Sold Out’ T-shirt.
‘How are the lamb’s brains coming along?’ I ask, and he breathes a laugh.
‘Sheep’s head. Come and see. I’m pretty sure my butcher thinks I’m on LSD.’ He laces his fingers through mine, and I trail him into the kitchen like a doe-eyed schoolgirl.
I brave a peek inside the gigantic pot bubbling on the stove. Zac drags a fork through the steaming water, and the tip of a sheep’s skull surfaces.
My hand flies to my mouth. ‘You’re not really going to make me eat that, are you?’
‘But I worked so hard on it,’ he says with a pout.
I pinch his T-shirt in my fingers and tug him back towards me, landing another kiss on his lips that makes me think there’s only one thing I want to be consuming tonight.
How’s the talking going, Josie?
He cups my face in his hands, looking like I’ve melted him as much as he has me. ‘I’m kidding. I got it at the fancy pet shop in town where I buy Trouble her high-maintenance treats, and I’ve been waiting to get you back for the mushroom burger.’ He laughs. ‘I’ve got steaks marinating if you’re hungry, or your favourite ice cream is in the freezer.’
‘Mmm, ice cream for dinner,please,’ I beg, pulling his mouth to mine for a few more delicious kisses. He exhales a sound like he’s also struggling to stop before bending to fish out two ice cream bowls.
‘You really were so amazing tonight,’ he says.
I kick out of my shoes and turn around to pour myself a glass of water. ‘Thank you. It’s kind of embarrassing thinking about you watching me.’
‘What do you mean?’ he replies, tinkering behind me. ‘You’d better get used to it. Want to bet they offer you apresenting job up here? You’re way more compelling to watch than that Yvette Sinclair woman.’
My fingers freeze around the water glass. Does Zac not know that I’m still one hundred per cent set on moving back to Sydney soon?
‘That’s sweet of you to say,’ is all I manage before tossing back the rest of my water.
Zac’s chest suddenly presses against my back, his breath warming the side of my face.
‘Close your eyes,’ he says before the cold tip of a spoon brushes my lips. Just as my mouth opens and a whisper-soft, freezing sensation swipes over my tongue, he says, ‘I put the lamb’s brain into the freezer—’
I gag and spit, and Zac’s soft curls fall into my shoulder as he laughs. ‘Just kidding, it’s ice cream,’ he says while my tastebuds register the heavenly flavour of salted caramel. With a murmur of appreciation, I go to take the spoon, but he swings it out of my reach before pinning me against the counter with his hips.Oh boy.
I turn my head and let him feed me another rounded spoon of ice cream, moaning at the icy sweetness.
‘I’ve been waiting all day for you to make that sound,’ Zac says needily.
I want to turn around and face him, but he digs his pelvis harder into my backside, trapping me there while the length of him thickens.
Need. To. Talk.
He pushes another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, and I let out a groan from deeper inside mythroat, giving Zac what he wants. He sinks the spoon into the bowl again, but this time, after he slips the ice cream past my lips, I clutch the back of his neck and drag his mouth to mine.
Creamy ice cream bleeds between our mouths, but it’s his tongue I’m chasing, and our lips twist in a messy kiss that’s burning hot and ice-cold. He grips my jaw and holds me in place, sucking all the ice cream off my tongue until my eyes practically roll into the back of my head.
‘Fuck, Josie,’ he says, grinding his swollen length up and down my ass as I push back against him.
‘I want you,’ I grit out, an ache throbbing between my legs.
‘How do you want me?’ he asks. ‘Would you rather …’ I hum a laugh at the reference of the game we used to play on the train. ‘Would you rather I carry you to the bed and make love to you gently and tenderly?’ he says near my ear. ‘Because I could totally do that with you,easily.’ He then presses himself so firmly against me that I gasp. ‘Or would you rather I fuck you inside out right here on this counter?’
Ohmygod.I reach back and grip his hard-on through his jeans, rubbing my hand up and down him as he groans into my neck. Without turning around, I unzip his fly and sink my hand inside his boxer briefs, gripping and stroking him as he palms my breasts through my shirt. When he pushes my chest down until it’s pressed against the counter, my hand slips out of his boxers, and I breathe a moan as he rubs his thickness up and downme a few times through our clothes.God, will we ever make it to the bedroom?
Zac wraps my hair around his fist and steers me to turn around, driving my back against the countertop as he crushes his lips to mine. I shove down his jeans and boxers, and he kicks out of them while grabbing his shirt at the back of the neck and hooking it over his head.
