lift me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. I’m vaguely aware that we’re in a public place, and Brian can come out any moment and see me wantonly throwing myself at Zack, but I just don’t care. I need to be as close to him as possible. I let out a little moan as we explore each other’s mouths.
Kissing Zack is like exploring a whole new world and I don’t want the adventure to end. Minutes or hours later, I have no idea, he lets out a low groan and I slowly pull away.
“Zack?”
He moves back closer to my mouth, “Hmmm?”
I press my hands to his jaw and stop him. I stare directly into his eyes. “Take me back to your place.”
He leans back a few inches, examining my every feature. “Are you sure? We don’t have to ….”
I cut him off. “I want to.”
He leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek, throwing a large amount of cash onto the bar.
“You don’t have to ask me twice. Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and pulls me quickly, half-running to his car outside.
I giggle like a teenager until we get back into the car and then all conversation stops. We say nothing to each other the entire way back to his house, but I notice Zack clutching the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white.
He walks me into his house, a hand on my lower back leading me through the front door and then is kissing me again before the door closes.
“My room?” he seductively asks me. I can only nod in response. He leads me down the hallway with his hand gently on my lower back. With each step, tension begins to grow in me. It’s an equal mixture between wanting him, and nerves by the time we reach his room.
He turns me towards him once we reach his room, my nerves apparent on my face. “Zack…I…”
He takes a gentle step forward, holding my hands and then wraps them around his back, still holding on to mine. “Having second thoughts?”
There is no judgment or frustration in his eyes…just loving concern for me. I know that I can easily say no and everything will be okay. I love his patience with me, so kind, and always willing to follow my lead when I am uncomfortable. The man is astounding. And he loves me.
“No, it’s not that.” I take a hand from his and rub my forehead to compose myself. “It’s just …it’s only ever been Mark….and no one since…” Get a grip, and just tell him, I think to myself taking another deep breath. “I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you.” My face blushes ten thousand shades of red. I turn away from him so he can’t see my embarrassment from my admission. I have only been with one man.
I hear a light chuckle and he brings his hand to my chin, guiding me up until the only thing I see are his dark eyes filled with desire.
“That’s a lot of pressure for me. There is not a single thing you could ever do that would disappointment me. Ever. We will stop whenever you want, just say the word, but I want nothing more right now than to show you how much I love you, please.” It’s the word please, spoken so softly and huskily, and his first kiss that removes my fear. I throw my arms around him when he pulls me closer.
Our bodies press together and he slowly walks me backwards toward the bed stopping only when my legs hit the mattress. Lowering his head, his kisses move to my jaw and down my neck to the soft place right above my collarbone, sending goose bumps all along my neck and arms. Fire burns through my body when he gently lifts my shirt and splays his warm hands across my lower back.
I lower my hands and begin to release his shirt from his jeans. Slowly, I raise his shirt admiring his perfected abdomen, trailing one hand up his sculpted muscles. When I can lift it no further, he releases his mouth from my body and removes it completely.
I am in awe.
He stands there, with his arms at his sides, letting me explore his chest as if he knows I need a moment to just explore him and get used to the way he feels beneath my hands before I am fully comfortable.
It doesn’t take long.
I move from his chest and down his arms following the lines