Page 61 of Calling a Cease-Fire

I broke the kiss and spun her, bringing her back to my front. My fingers went to the tie at the back of her neck as I lowered my lips to her ear. “I’ve literally fantasized about this moment for so long.”

“How long?”

Was I willing to give her that bit of truth? Would that send her running?

I released the strings, letting the front of the dress fall around her waist, revealing the most perfect set of tits I’d ever seen. Round and perky, with rosy nipples that were already begging for attention.

“That night on the Ferris wheel,” I finally responded to her question.

She gasped and looked back at me, searching my face, trying to find the lie. “That was almost a year ago.”

I smoothed my hands along her stomach and then cupped her breasts, brushing my thumbs back and forth over her nipples. She arched into me with breathy little moans slipping through her lips.

“I’m aware.” I nipped at her ear with my teeth. “I was right that night, wasn’t I?”

I remembered the moment like it was yesterday. The group of us were in line, and the way it got paired off, Mia ended up riding with me. I could tell from her body language and the heat in her eyes that she found me attractive, and I was straightforward in my observations, not realizing it would be the catalyst to push her away and ignite her utter dislike for me.

“You were cocky,” she breathed out as I continued to play with her nipples.

“But was I right?” I pinched them between my fingers, eliciting a hiss from her. “Tell me, baby. Did you want me to kiss you that night as much as I wanted to?”

She chuckled darkly. “My thoughts were much naughtier.”

“Yeah?” I licked a path from her ear down her neck before sucking hard, hoping I’d leave a mark—my mark—in the divot above her collarbone. “You wanted my hands on you? Or my tongue?”

“All of it.” She squirmed. “Zack, I can’t take much more. You’re torturing me right now.”

“So needy and desperate.” The smile on my face couldn’t be stopped, knowing how much I was affecting her.

“I know, and I hate it.” I could hear the pout on her lips without even looking, and like everything she did, I found it intriguing.

“It’s fucking beautiful.” I slid my thumbs under the dress where it bunched at her waist, pushing it down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. “Step out.”

“Are you going to tease me some more?” she asked as she disentangled the dress from her ankles.

“I want to see exactly how wet you are for me.” I trailed my hand down her body and dipped below the waistband of her panties. I circled her clit, making her squirm before sliding two fingers through her wetness. Jesus Christ. She was soaked. “You really are desperate for my cock, aren’t you, my little vixen.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” Her tone was playful, naughty with a tad bit of frustration behind it.

I chuckled. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice. But I think you love it.”

She huffed. “I think I have a better idea of what you could do with your mouth.”

Her sass was my favorite part about her. The way we could do this beautiful dance of playfulness made me realize this was something I’d always craved from someone.

“I definitely plan on getting my fill of you.”

With a hiss, she bucked hard against my hand as I pushed two fingers deep within her. My fingers glided back out with ease, and I drove them back in.

“Fucking hell,” she cried out.

“Such filthy language,” I teased, picking up speed until I had her writhing and panting.

Now I was the one getting desperate, as my cock strained painfully against the fabric of my pants. I removed my hand and shifted her around so I could pick her up.

“Zack,” she squealed as I bent and hoisted her up by her legs.

I carried her down the hallway, my arm under her ass and her tits at the perfect height for me to lean in and take one in my mouth. Her fingers threaded into my hair, fisting it as I flicked her nipple with my tongue.