She doesn't even startle at the sound of my voice. “I just finished an essay, and I got a second wind.”
The way the light softly washes across her face, it takes my breath away. She always looks gorgeous, but this is something else. I'm so lost in her, that I don't even realize I forgot to answer until she smirks.
With the spoon hanging out of her mouth, she eyes me curiously. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I instantly tear my eyes away, but say nothing. Nothing I could say would be right. It wouldn't be enough.
“Zayn. Look at me.”
My gaze stays locked on the floor, refusing to move. She drops the spoon into the sink next to her.
“Why won't you look at me?” she asks.
The urge to throw caution to the wind is too strong. It's too much. But I can't admit that out loud. “You know why.”
“Z.” The nickname comes out of her mouth like a whisper, but it sounds more like a plea.
My eyes find hers like they were always meant to. She stares back at me with both fear and desire oozing out of her, but if I cross this line, I don't know if I'd ever be able to go back. It was hard enough doing it the first time, and I almost said fuck it. I'm the last thing a girl like her needs.
“I can't want you, Meelz,” I breathe.
Her shoulders sag. “Why not?”
“Because!” I drop my tone and move closer, putting my hands on either side of her. “Because you have the power to break me. To bend me into a man I'm not. You deserve your very own Prince Charming, and I'm nothing but a villain.”
She reaches up and places her palm on my cheek. The touch is small, but it warms me to the core. Her eyes stare deep into my own, and I know I never stood a goddamn chance at resisting her.
“Who said I wanted a hero?”
I've never seen anyone so sure of anything, and my restraints snap in an instant. I grip the back of her neck and pull her into me, pressing my lips to hers in a desperate and way overdue kiss. She instantly moves her mouth with mine just as eagerly, if not more. I slide my hand up and lace my fingers through her hair. With one light tug, she gasps and I don't miss a beat.
My tongue slips inside and tangles with hers. Between the taste of her and the faint hint of lingering chocolate, I'm almost positive I've died and gone to heaven. The only thing that assures me I'm still alive is knowing that if I'm going anywhere, it's the fiery pits of hell for what I'm doing right now.
I slip my hands under her ass and lift her with ease. Her legs wrap around my waist as she clings to me
. Neither one of us breaks the kiss for a single second as I blindly carry her through the house and up the stairs. Easton could wake up and come out of his room, but I can't find it in me to stop.
She's too tempting.
Too intoxicating.
Too irresistible.
We make it into my bedroom, and I softly shut the door, pushing her against it as I turn the lock. She arches her hips and grinds against me. If it's even possible, I harden just a little more.
The two of us turn desperate, ravenous even, as we pull each other's clothes off. Our hands are all over each other, and with every place she touches, a lingering burn gets left behind in its wake. She grabs my hand and pulls me over to my bed.
I watch as she lays down and her blonde hair splays across my pillow. In nothing but a pair of lace panties and a matching bra, she's literally my every dream come to life. I climb on top of her, kissing my way from her belly button all the way up to her neck. She lets out breathy moans, and for a second, I wonder if I could manage to kick Easton out so I can hear how she sounds when she's not holding back.
“Fuck, Meelz,” I groan, grinding down onto her.
Her nails dig into my back at the friction, and pleasure mixes with pain. I honestly don't think there's anything better than this girl, because I'm about to come completely undone and we've barely even begun.
I nip and suck at her collarbone as I reach over and grab a condom out of my nightstand. I manage to slip out of my boxers without difficulty, but my hands fumble with the foil wrapper. Pulling away for a second, I rip it open with my teeth and spit the piece out to the side.
Amelia watches me with lustful eyes as I roll the condom over my cock. Once it's in place, I slide my hands down her sides until my fingers loop into her panties. With one harsh pull, they fall apart and expose the rest of her.
“What if I liked those?” she teases.