CHAPTER29
ZEKE
There’sa sense of urgency to our movements, but at the same time, I’m in no hurry to uncover her. Her boots easily slip from her feet, and I run my hands up her legs to the edge of her purple dress.
“I want to taste you first, Nova.” I hop up and pull her off the desk, slipping my hands up her dress to the waistband of her leggings. I hook my thumbs in it, gently swaying her body as I take them off. She steadies herself with a hand on my shoulder while I crouch down and pull the material off.
Kneeling, I take a moment to look up at her. She threads her fingers through my hair as I slide my palms up the back of her thighs and over the soft roundness of her ass.
“Get back up there,” I say, pushing her dress up to expose her before she hops up on the desk again.
I kiss the inside of her thigh and listen for her sounds as I make my way closer to her centre. My dick presses against my pants, and I’m happy she undid them already to give me room.
The way her head falls back as I memorize the shape of her with my tongue is enough to stroke my ego as well as my cock. A purr ripples through her as I gently suck on her clit, sliding my palm up her dress to her tits. They are fuller and softer than the last time I had her on a desk, moaning for me.
I’m desperate to make her come, to taste and touch and experience as much of her as I can—as if she’s going to disappear at any moment. The purring turns to panting, and I bring my fingers into it, pumping them slowly. Her knuckles are pale at how hard she grips the desk, and I remember how she collapses into her orgasms, weakened by them.
Taking over entirely with my hand, running circles on her clit, I stand and scoop an arm around her back to hold her up.
“I got you,” I whisper, then trap her heaving breaths with a kiss. She unravels in my arms, and just like the first time, I brace her as she comes.
Her body shudders, and her lashes flutter open, cheeks red and eyes hazy, and I did that to her. I could get used to this powerful feeling of knowing how to get this stubborn, emotionally stunted woman to submit to me.
She trails her fingertips to where my pants hang open, tracing the line of my dick through my underwear. “Fuck me, Zeke,” she hums, and the thick, sultry, extra beat she always adds to my name shuts down whatever thoughts were creeping in.
With a single swipe of my hand, I’m out and take her in a single thrust, watching the way her lips part but not even a whisper of air passes them.
“You feel amazing,” I mutter, slowly rocking—knowing I should get this going, that we don’t have much time, but I can’t help myself. I need to remember this.
“Do the thing with my hair,” she says, rocking her hips to match my thrusts. She gestures by rolling her wrist and then making a fist. I wrap her waves around my fist and tug gently to tip her chin to the sky. I kiss her softly, and she digs her fingernails into my hips, controlling my pace.
“You like it a little rough, hey?” I nip at her lip.
“Only with you,” she pants, and I thrust deeper and harder.
There’s a quick flash in my mind of that picture sent here of her making out with someone else. This intense desire to claim her overcomes me, rooted in low-level jealousy, and I want her only to know me.
“I’m the only one who gets to pull your hair?” I can’t stop talking. I want her to answer me, to submit fully.
“Yeah,” she says, biting her lip.
“Why?” I growl. She’s silent, so I grip her hair tighter, pull harder, thrust deeper. “Why, Nova?”
She opens her mouth to answer, but all that passes is, “I’m coming,” before she collapses into me and my own orgasm rips through my body, leaving my mind blank and my shoulders heaving. The feel of her lingers in every part of me.
Nova grips my back beneath my shirt, and we catch our breath for a moment before I step back and tuck my dick in my pants, zipping them up and resecuring my belt. I bend to grab her underwear and leggings, helping her get dressed. She fixes a spot where I didn’t tuck in my shirt properly.
We don’t say a word until I unlock the door and realize I’ve never had a girl in my room before. Of all my exploits and flings and hookups, I have never brought anyone here. But with a family the size of mine, why would I?
Nova grabs my hand before I open the door, and I face her.
“I trust myself around you,” she says, and the comprehension isn’t immediate. So, she grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. “You asked why I like it rough just with you. That’s my answer. I trust myself around you.”
I still don’t understand what she means, but its weight registers. It’s something in her eyes and the way she strokes the back of my neck with her fingers.
Maybe the true meaning of what she’s saying isn’t connecting, but I know without a doubt that we’re standing on the edge of something, and it’s my turn to jump.
“Zeke!” Del calls up the stairs. “Get your ass down here.”