The Envy of Idols (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #3) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,100
me, standing up and moving over to sit on my side of the table, so close that I can feel his body heat.
“I never thought you were,” I tell him, but he’s already shaking his head.
“No, but … when I saw you that morning after …” Neither of us needs to say it: we both know exactly what he’s talking about. After I slept with Creed. “I knew I wasn’t trying hard enough. Marnye,” Zack continues, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his lap. The boys do that a lot, and I let them because I like it. I really, really do. “You’ve been asking me lately about college and my plans for the future. But you know what? You are my plan for the future. You’re what I want.”
“Zack,” I start, but he lifts his fingers up and brushes them down the side of my face. His heart is racing as fast as mine. I can see it in the thundering of the pulse point in his throat.
“It’s true. You said it yourself: we have everything. We want for nothing. But that’s not true. The only thing I’ve ever really wanted with a passion is you.” He pulls my face close and then kisses me with the scent of sweet grapes on his breath, his tongue tasting me as carefully as I sampled that chocolate earlier. And the sounds he makes are so dark and tinged with need that I wonder if he finds me as decadent as I did our dessert.
We start to kiss, my hands winding around his neck, fingers playing with the fine, soft hairs at the base of his scalp. I’m essentially straddling him now, and I realize how short my dress is. It’s already riding up, and I shiver as a cool breeze sweeps across the lake and gives me goose bumps.
“Let’s go back to the car,” he whispers, and I nod, sliding off so he can stand up. The first thing he does is give me his letterman jacket. It’s huge on me, but I love swimming in all that Zack-scented fabric. “It’s as long as your damn dress,” he murmurs, but in a very appreciative sort of way.
We pack up the remainder of our picnic, and take the short winding path back to the car.
Zack slides into the passenger seat and pulls me onto his lap, closing the doors of his orange McLaren, and trapping us in our own private little bubble. He sweeps his arms around me, and I revel in the feeling of strength, of being protected.
“Oh, Marnye,” he murmurs, putting one of his big hands on the back of my head and pulling me in for a kiss. The way Zack Brooks kisses is so different from the other boys, slow and sensual and romantic in a way that can’t be faked. He really believes in that kind of stuff, that fuck-the-rest-of-the-world, sun-is-always-shining, pink-clouds-are-in-the-sky sort of romance. Soulmates. Together forever. Young love.
I groan as Zack sucks on my bottom lip, the faintest brush of his stubble on his face tickling me as he moves his mouth along the line of my jaw, and down my throat, paying special attention to the racing of my pulse. Between my thighs, I can feel him growing hard in his jeans, his letterman jacket swimming on my shoulders, decorated for both varsity football and track and field.
He pushes my dress up my legs and cups my ass.
“Let’s go back to the academy,” he whispers, pulling me against him. It feels so good, I don’t want to stop. But he’s right. I’m not ready to have sex in a sportscar next to the lake. That’s a bit next level for a noob like me.
“Okay,” I reply, voice shaky, already wondering if I’m crazy.
I’ve only had sex twice, and until a month a half ago, I was still a virgin.
Am I really going to go home with a second guy?
I ask myself why it matters so much. I care about Creed, and I care about Zack. If there was a gun to my head right now, I’m not sure that I could choose between them, so what’s wrong with going back to his dorm? I … love him.
My body flushes with heat, and I push the door open, letting Zack climb out so he can get in the driver’s seat. I don’t tell him about the thought that I just had. I don’t even think about.