Chapter 236
We stare at each other for a moment, and then our lips are on each other once more. His are soft against mine and yet, it’s like he’s kissing me with everything he has.
Zaid pulls me closer, his hands sliding beneath my shirt. His fingers dance over my skin and I shiver. It drives me crazy and I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him against
- me.
I gasp into his mouth as his fingers find the curve of my waist. His touch is greedy, feeling me like he’s starving for my skin. One of his hands presses against my lower back, the other slips higher, his thumb brushing just under the back of my bra.
It sends a tremble through my body, a moan past my lips.
The anticipation in my chest increases into an aching pain. I’ve missed this. I want to cry from the realization, but I swallow it down, afraid that it will make him stop. My fingers flutter down to his neck, my hips driving into his.
He turns us, pressing me against the wall.
My back meets the surface with a thud, but I barely notice it. All I feel is him. His mouth moving with mine, his chest rising and falling fast against mine. His knee presses gently between my legs, and my breath stutters as I clutch his shirt in my fists.
Need blooms low in my stomach. Spreading. Twisting. Craving.
He pulls away.
His breathing is ragged. His brows drawn. He’s shaking his head.
“We shouldn’t.” His voice is strained, his jaw clenched.
But I don’t let go. My hands are already beneath his shirt, palms flat against the hard lines of his stomach. The heat of his skin is fire and comfort and everything I like. My gaze finds his, and J know he can see it in my eyes.
“Zaid,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “I’m not trying to run from anything. I’m not trying to lose myself.”
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I press my forehead to his, our breaths tangled.
“I’m trying to be here. With you. Right now. I want this. I want you. Not as a distraction. Not because I’m scared. But because I love you. And I want to feel that. I want to feel
connected to you in every way possible.”
His eyes search mine. They’re dark and burning. They remind me of the night sky, glittering with stars, light in the darkest places.
He blinks, eyes softening because he sees the honesty and clarity in my own eyes.
His hands slide up to my face, fingers tangling in my hair, and he kisses me again.
Fuck, he kisses me like he’s never going to stop.
It’s slower now, more certain and more intimate. We’re not running anymore, we’re not chasing a high. We’re making something, building a memory breath by breath.
His hands move as he continues to kiss me, gently removing my sweater. Slowly unzipping my pants. I pull back to watch him, following the curves of his face as he lowers his hand between my legs.
I
gasp, back arching when he presses his finger against my clit and starts rubbing circles. His eyes hood over and the pure hunger in his look makes me roll my hips.
My body breaks into goosebumps and my hands tighten into fists as I hold on to his shirt. It’s so fast, but I want to explode already.
His fingers don’t rush. They slowly caress my clit until I;m trembling, until my legs buckle and he has to support me with an arm around my waist.
I’m panting for breath as I look up at him. My fingers trace the line of his jaw and he leans into my touch, eyes fluttering closed.
Without saying a word, Zaid gently lowers us both to the floor. I feel the cool hardwood against the backs of my thighs as I sink down, his body following mine in a slow, fluid
motion.
