Grace and Glory (The Harbinger #3) - Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,113

lightly on his. He wasn’t doing anything. Not really. I needed to get my hormones under control—

I bit down on the inside of my lip as his fingers slowly crept upward, reaching the very center of me. My gaze shot to him as my mouth dried, my body sizzled.

He spared a quick glance in my direction, a faint curve to his lips. “More than enough time,” he repeated.

“For what?” My breath caught as his fingers continued to move in those slow, tight circles.

“To show you how happy I was.” He focused on the road. “You want to find out?”

“Oh,” I whispered, my heart beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. “I do.”

I should’ve said no. I had no idea if any of the cars we passed could see inside, but I didn’t as my gaze bounced from the windshield to the passenger window as we crossed the bridge and Zayne...

He drove me mad.

That was how it felt with each circle and the featherlight touches and the harder ones. The leggings and the undies underneath really weren’t much of a barrier, but then his hand was slipping out from underneath mine and working its way under the band of the leggings. He stopped there, waiting for...for permission, and as I stared rather blindly out the window, I curled my hand around his forearm, urging him to continue.

And he did.

I don’t know what it was. If it was the touch of his fingers against my bare skin or if it was what we were doing and how delightfully wicked it felt. If it was how he was so into it or if it was all of those things, but I closed my eyes and just existed, there in the moment, with him and what he was doing with those strokes of his finger, teasing and shallow, and then relentless and deep. My head fell back and my eyes closed as my hips moved, chasing his hand. I felt out of control, pressing my thighs against his wrist as I dug my fingers into the skin of his forearm. My entire body arched as he delved deep.

“Zayne,” I whispered, barely recognizing my voice as every part of me tensed, coiling tighter and tighter. From the muscles in my fingers, all the way down to my toes, it was like the moments before making a dangerous jump, when my feet left the ground and there was that weightless moment where the heart skipped—the very second when I felt like I was flying. I cried out, lost as my body spun and spun before liquefying. I couldn’t catch my breath as release powered through me, throbbing and pulsing. My entire body trembled as I held on to his hand, feeling the tendons moving under my fingers. The echo of soft sounds coming from me heated my cheeks as the darts of sensation slowed.

Vaguely aware of him easing his hand away, I opened my eyes and looked down. Slowly I lifted my fingers. His skin was pinker from where I’d gripped him, but not broken. I shuddered.

“You...” It took me a moment to remember how to speak. “You really were happy.”

He chuckled. “Not about the car. Though it was nice being reunited with it,” he said, and I looked over at him. “You’re beautiful, Trin.” He glanced at me. “God, you’re beautiful.”

I blushed. “Thank you. For the compliment.” The flush deepened. “And for what came before that.”

“It was my pleasure. My honor.” He sucked his lower lip between his teeth. “We’re almost there.”

Lazily, I turned my head just in time to see us pass the road I believed led to Roth and Layla’s house, which was a legit mansion.

I was still holding on to Zayne’s arm as the trees around us thickened and the road came to a dead end.

“I guess this is it,” Zayne said, turning off the car as I looked around and saw...trees. “You ready to check this out?”

“Uh-huh.” I took the sunglasses off and placed them on the dashboard. “Can you get my phone?”

“Already got it.”

“Great.”

“You got to let go of my arm, though.”

“Oh.” I let go. Feeling a little loosey-goosey, I opened up the door and climbed out. Gravel crunched under my boots as I walked to the front of the Impala. “I could use a nap.”

“I think you’re going to have wait on that.” Zayne joined me, dipping his head and kissing me softly.

“Boo.” I snuggled against him for a few seconds, inhaling the