What were we both doing here?
My head was spinning. I was confused.
“How’s your grandmother? I didn’t ask at the store.”
Those words undid me. All the fight left me, almost fleeing in its retreat, and I folded. I began to slump down, but Zeke caught me. He moved in, his arms holding me upright, and his leg pushed against mine.
“She’s dying.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I should ask, how areyoudoing?”
I shook my head, a tear sliding down my face. “I’m here when I should be there. What does that tell you?”
He took a deep breath and moved in more fully.
His arms went around me and he stood there, holding me. It took me a second to realize he was hugging me.
A sob broke free, and I reached for him, grabbing onto his jacket. “Why are you being kind to me?”
He angled his head back, searching my face. A new softness came over him and he shifted so he could run a hand over my cheek, wiping my tear away. “Because whether you like it or not, I’m locked on.”
That undid me all over again, and I reached for him, just needing him.
I was giving in.
I leaned forward, and my lips touched his. A soft graze because did I really want to do this? But it felt so good.Hefelt so good.
I groaned, a carnal need exploding in me, and I had to have more.
Had to.
I needed it like air.
He reached up, cradling my face as he pulled his head back, searching me. He saw something there that made him groan, and his mouth was on mine. He wasn’t soft. He was hard, and I wanted that.
Mouth to mouth. I tried to devour him as he was trying to devour me.
Pleasure coursed through my body, filling me up.
I was scrambling, trying to push up his body because I was blind to anything but him.
An ache was deep inside of me as we kissed.
His tongue slid inside, claiming me. I let him. I was claiming him back.
God. Please.
This. So much of this. More.
Ignoring his jacket and shirt, I reached for his jeans and undid the button.
He stilled, his mouth leaving mine, but his head bent next to mine, and I felt his breath on my neck.
I kept working, undoing his zipper and I reached inside, finding him already hard and straining against my touch.
He groaned as I wrapped my hand around him and began stroking him. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I was beyond words. My head rested on his shoulder as I kept working him. He held me until he stifled a curse, and then he batted my hand away.