My cheeks flushed as I remembered. That had been beyond hot, if slightly nerve-wracking from the risk of exposure.
Zain slid into bed next to me. He gripped the sheets. It looked like a sweat was about to break out on his forehead. How much control was he using right now? We’d been flirting and teasing with each other all night, and now here he was, lying in bed next to me. He’d called my sleepwear tempting.
But what he didn’t know was how tempting he was himself.
My eyes still burned from crying. My throat still hurt from sobbing. My chest still ached with leftover traces of rage and pain.
But being next to Zain was like a soothing balm on my soul. He had no idea how much he helped by simply being there. By listening to me. By staying with me.
I shifted in the sheets to face him. I placed a hand on his chest. I felt the firm muscles twitch under my fingers. He turned to look at me.
“Zain?” I asked. “Kiss me.”
It was nothing like the desperate plea I’d given him earlier, but for some reason it felt like this time the words held more weight.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He cupped my face with both hands and planted a soft kiss to my lips. I let out a sigh into his mouth and deepened the kiss. He put his hands on my hips, the grip of his fingers tight enough to bruise. His tongue swiped at the seam of my lips, and I opened for him.
“Your mouth is goddamn delicious,” he whispered.
Our bodies pressed together, knee to knee and chest to chest, as our hands wandered to stroke every inch of bare skin.
But it wasn’t enough, because soon he was tugging off my tank top and I was tossing his undershirt to the floor.
He zeroed in on my chest, eyes alight with hunger.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.
Now that my breasts were bare, he trailed his lips down my cheek, along my throat and across my collarbone until his mouth found one of my nipples. I moaned as he worked one with his lips and tongue, using his fingers to play with the other, then switched back and forth until I was squirming and panting.
I palmed his chest, enjoying the silken-steel muscles under my fingertips. The tingle between my legs grew into a blazing inferno, until I felt swollen and aching. I reached for his rising length and caressed him through his boxers. He let out a grunt and twitched, growing harder under my hand.
“You have no idea what you do to me, love,” he growled.
I was already wet and throbbing with need. I couldn’t wait any longer. I climbed into his lap and pulled him out, taking him into my hand. He cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples, thighs tensing and releasing as I stroked him up and down, getting him ready for me.
Once he was good and stiff, I reached into the drawer of my bedside table, pulling out a foil packet and quickly rolling on protection. Then I lifted myself up to position him at my entrance.
“You ready?” I asked breathlessly.
“I should be asking you that,” he said.
“I’ve been ready all night.”
I slid down, taking him inside me in one go. He let out a stifled curse, eyes squeezing shut and jaw clenching. The fire inside me ignited as his hard length penetrated me deep, finding every secret, sensitive spot and rubbing it in just the right way. My inner muscles fluttered and throbbed around him as I dug my nails into his shoulders. I began to move up and down, rocking our hips together in a steady rhythm.
“So fucking sweet,” he groaned. “You’re killing me, love.”
I sped up the pace, his hands on my hips to help me grind down against him. Our breathing went heavy. I could hear his heart hammering in his chest as fast as mine. The waves of pleasure rose higher and higher, taking me near my peak.
He brought a hand to the apex of my thighs and pressed a thumb into that small nub. I gasped, eyes going wide and sightless, head tipping back as I came, the waves cresting and crashing over me, submerging me completely.
He let out a muffled shout as his length twitched and jerked inside me. He clutched me to his chest and buried his head in my neck. We trembled together, muscles locked and strained as we shared our mutual pleasure.
Finally, the surge subsided and we slowly relaxed, falling into each other’s arms as we collapsed against the bed. We traded hot, breathless kisses with our heads laying on the same pillow. Zain ran his hand up and down my sweat-slicked back as I feathered my fingers through his damp hair.
