I couldn’t catch myself; I scowled.
Something about the thought of him making cake for Del hurt a hell of a lot more than I wanted it to.
“It’s fine, I don’t really need the calories anyway,” I said, turning toward the stairs.
Zed remained silent in the kitchen, though I felt his eyes on me with every single step I took. His attention made the climax’s heat flare up, warming my body even further than the typical mating-process steaminess, and I fought the urge to turn around and go back, just so I could feel his body smashed up against mine.
Instead, I walked up to my room and shut the door.
Though I climbed into bed, I couldn’t calm my mind enough to fall asleep. My damned brain just kept bringing things back—images of Zed, mostly-naked. His abs. His sleepy expression.
The way he’d looked walking into that bar two weeks earlier, his long hair wild and his jeans unbuttoned.
He may as well have been the embodiment of sex.
I kept thinking about him, tossing and turning, for at least half an hour. Hell, maybe a whole hour. Maybe even longer.
Fine, probably longer.
I was a freakin’ goner.
And I kept smelling chocolate in the air, which was just stupid.
Though I knew it wouldn’t help with anything, I couldn’t stop myself from sliding my hand into the waistband of my pants. My eyes closed as I touched the swollen flesh, and I bit back a moan.
“June?” There was a quick knock on the door.
Shit.
Double freakin’ shit.
I went still and remained quiet, not daring to make a damned sound. He needed to think I was sleeping.
“Hey.” He cracked the door open.
What the hell?
I hadn’t locked it?
An inward groan at my own stupidity rattled my damned bones.
Light leaked into the room, and I tried to act like I’d been sleeping. Stretching my arms up and out, I feigned a yawn.
Zed inhaled, and his eyes narrowed. “What were you doing in here?”
Shit.
“Nothing. Why are you in here?”
He took another step inside.
I threw my legs off the side of the bed, ignoring my body’s throbbing and jumping to my feet. “Wow, I’m starving,” I remarked, striding toward the door. Zed let me brush past him, but then he captured my wrist, and dragged my hand up to his nose.
Dammit.
He inhaled deeply, and a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a snarl escaped him.
His lips wrapped around two of my fingers, and I stumbled backward. His erection stabbed me in the lower back while his free hand grabbed my hip and held me against him.