When Zack comes back inside, I’m in my kitchen making myself a cup of coffee. I peer over my shoulder at him. “Would you like some?” He remains silent, shuffling closer and closer until he cages me in at the sink. Reaching around me, he turns on the faucet, before soaping up his hands. I bite my lip as I watch, remembering what his hands did to my body last night. When he’s done rinsing he grabs the towel from the counter and wipes them dry like he has all the time in the world. Time does seem to stand still with him so close to me. Releasing the towel, his hands grip the lip of the granite on either side of me.
When his lips touch my ear I shiver. “Are you ready to talk about what happened last night?”
I chew on my bottom lip. I was hoping we could avoid having this conversation. I shake my head.
“No?” he questions. “That’s too bad, because I really want to talk about it, and I want to repeat it as soon as possible.” His lips skim my ear, and I shiver. “I’ll let you pretend it didn’t happen for now.” His nose rubs along the back of my neck and my legs tremble. “You can have the space you need to work it all out in this super brain of yours.” Sliding his hand into my hair, he grips it as his lips trail delicate kisses below my ear. “I’m not going to wait for too long, Lana. I’m coming for you, and you need to be ready for what that means. I can’t hold back with you anymore.”
He turns my face over my shoulder and takes my lips in a quick, passion filled kiss. When he pulls away, my balance is off, and I grip the countertop in front of me. “Don’t make me wait too long.” He gently bites the bottom of my earlobe before walking away.
I don’t turn around and watch him. I close my eyes. Feeling him pressed against my back was enough. The imprint of his hard cock is burned into my memory.