Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

When I place it back on my lap, I say, "Thank you, Randall. That means a lot to me, and I'd like to see that tomorrow as well."

"Absolutely," Randall says. "We'll leave after breakfast."

For the first time since we landed in Georgia, I'm actually thinking that I may want to stay here a few more days than originally planned. Just so I can take the opportunity to see everything from my past.

That way, there will be no wondering. I can have closure. It will be easier, I'm sure, to let it completely go when I finally return to Caraica.

Chapter 14

Moira

I stare at myself in the vanity mirror as I sit and brush my hair out. I'm sad that I'm sitting here alone because I half expected Zach to come in to my room with me after we had finished eating. I'm not sure why, but I guess I just felt we had reestablished our connection today.

Dinner turned out to be better than I could have expected, despite the incessant jabbering and flirting Cara did with Zach. She clearly has him in her sights, and I don't like that one little bit. She's beautifully stunning and a bit of a bimbo. Someone I'm sure that would bend easily to Zach's will, which will make her of interest to him. I'm sure he sensed it about her, and Zach is a man with huge, sexual appetite. He's made it clear what he wants.

After dinner, we sat in the library again and had another drink, except Zach abstained. The first time he took a sip of his bourbon, his nose wrinkled and he left the rest of it untouched. I had another glass of wine though because my nerves were all jangled watching Zach trying to converse with Randall, and watching Cara hit on Zach, and suffering Clint giving me sly looks. I was thankful when we called it a night and Zach walked up to our rooms with me, while Cara and Clint made their way back to downtown Atlanta where they shared an apartment.

But when we came to Zach's door, the two glasses of wine I drank had not loosened me up enough to say anything to him more than a murmured, "Good night," and I entered my own room, shutting the door softly behind me.

I can see the connecting door to his room in the reflection of the vanity's mirror. I've glanced at it a time or two, wondering what would happen if I just got up and went over to it... opened it up and walked into Zach's room.

Would he be naked? Would he be masturbating, which I'm betting would be a safe assumption? What would he do if I crawled into bed with him and latched my mouth onto that piece of him that I've been dying to taste?

The thought causes a shiver to run up my body and I furiously run the brush through my hair, relishing the scrape on my scalp as a means to distract me.

I finally set the brush down and take one last look in the mirror. I've scrubbed the makeup off my face and put on a mint-green nightgown that's made of satin and hugs my body. It hits just above my knees and is scooped low in front. I'm thinking it's wasted lingerie tonight, as I haven't heard a peep out of Zach's room, and no matter how much I want him to walk through that connecting door, it's not going to happen.

Standing up from the vanity, I walk over to the bed and pull the covers back. Just as I raise a knee to crawl in, I hear the turn of a doorknob, and my eyes fly over to the door between our rooms. It opens slowly, and Zach is there, his amazing body silhouetted from the light of his room behind him.

He's absolutely and gloriously naked, his cock already standing up tall and proud. He stares at me a moment before walking into my room. I slide my knee off the bed and turn to face him, my heart slamming against my chest wall. His eyes slowly slide down my body, and his lips curve upward in appreciation over my nightgown.

Without ever breaking stride, Zach walks right up to me, his eyes finally raising back up to meet my own. When he's toe to toe with me, his hands go to the soft material at my hips, and he raises it up. Our mutual gaze is broken only when he lifts the satin over my head, but immediately reconnects when the gown is free of my body.

He doesn't say a word to me as he drops it to the ground, merely bending over, wrapping his arms around my waist, and bringing his lips to my right breast. Ever so softly, his mouth closes over the tip, and he sucks gently on my nipple. My hands dive into his hair, holding him tightly to me, while a soft moan escapes.

Zach tightens his hold as he releases his mouth from my breast and lifts me from the ground. Turning to the bed, he tosses me in the middle and doesn't hesitate before crawling onto it, straight up the middle of my body. I lay back flat, parting my legs to give him room, and he settles in hot and hard between them. Placing his forearms on the mattress, his face hovers just above mine as he peers at me.

"It's occurred to me, there are a few parts of your body that I've neglected," he says simply.

Although my throat is as dry as the desert, I manage to say, "What parts would those be?"

He tips his gaze down toward my chest. "Your breasts, for one. I'd like to spend some time exploring them."

"I'd like that too," I whisper.

He looks back up at me, his focus now on my lips. "And your mouth. I haven't kissed it enough. I plan on taking a lot of time there if that's okay with you."

"I find that acceptable," I tell him with a smile, and he returns it.

"I'm still going to try to control you," he warns me. "Not because I have to, but because you want me to."

"Yes, I do still want that," I assure him.

"But, I'm going to give up a little bit to you as well," he says, his look determined, yet hesitant at the same time. "I really, really want your mouth on my cock."

"Oh, geez," I mutter, my hands slapping against his chest, trying to push him off me and onto his back so I can suck him down.

He doesn't budge and shakes his head at me. "Not yet. I get to play with you for a bit first."

I sigh loudly in frustration, and he chuckles just before bringing his lips to mine. The first touch is tentative, whisper soft. He moves his face back and forth, brushing his mouth against mine, and my whole body just melts into the mattress over the gentle nature he's showing me.

Finally, he pushes his lips against mine a bit harder, and my mouth opens. Zach's tongue slides in and touches mine briefly before pulling back. My hands go back into his hair and I pull against his head, trying to force a deeper kiss. I can feel his lips curve into a smile and he submits to my request, coming back down on me with more force and pushing his tongue against mine again.

He takes a bold swipe against me, turning his face slightly so we are angled for a deeper contact. The kiss is bold and erotic, and a flame of longing starts sweeping across my body. Zach's erection lays thickly between my legs and I rub up against him, causing him to groan and kiss me just a little bit harder. His one hand moves and gently cups my breast, squeezing at it and then flicking his thumb over my nipple.

Pulling his mouth away from mine for a moment, he stares at me. "I very much enjoy kissing you. It turns me on. Makes me want you more."

"That's part of what's called foreplay," I tell him, figuring I might as well give him a cultural lesson while we're at it.

"So, if I were to put my mouth on your breasts again, that will be foreplay as well?"

"Oh, yes," I breathe out, trying to restrain myself from pushing on the top of his head to get him to move downward.

"Interesting," he says with a grin. "I think I need to try that."

I smile as he moves down my body a bit lower, lining his mouth up over my right breast again. His tongue shoots out and flicks my nipple, causing a bolt of pained longing to rocket in between my legs.

"Are teeth okay to use?" Zach asks innocently as he blows over my nipple.

"Oh, God yes," I tell him.

He stares at my breast for a moment, almost as if trying to figure out how to best devour it. He surprises me when he leans down and rubs his stubbled chin across my nipple. My whole body jerks, and he looks up at me with a devilish grin on his face.

"Did you like that?" he asks.

"I like everything you do to me," I assure him breathlessly.

"There are so many things I want to do to your body," he tells me pointedly. "So many things I never once thought about when living in Caraica. I think the possibilities are endless."

God, I sure hope so.

Zach lowers his mouth and licks around my nipple, while his hand squeezes the soft globe of flesh. He sucks at it, and then he nips it lightly with his teeth, just enough to put a nice sting to it, all before he licks at it gently again.

He moves from one breast to the other, sometimes rubbing his cheek against the inner swell, once twisting a nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. He works my breasts for the longest time, licking, sucking, biting, and scraping. They are so sensitized, I almost feel like I could orgasm just from his touch there.

Slipping a hand down in between our bodies, Zach cups me between the legs softly. "Can't neglect you here either," he says when he lifts his mouth briefly.

"It definitely needs attention," I agree, and I feel his smile against my breast as he lowers his face again.

His fingers slip deftly under the waistband of my panties, flirting briefly with my smooth mound before he runs a finger up my center. I can feel how slick I am, and he wastes no time in going straight for my clit, while his lips and teeth work my nipples.

Cascading sensations overpower me, and my body starts quickening. Zach's finger rubs in tight circles, while his lips and tongue assault my breasts. It takes almost no time at all before I'm crying out my release. Zach surges up my body and covers my mouth with his own, sucking down my orgasm even as his finger continues to massage me.

I shudder underneath him, pulses of electric pleasure shooting through every nerve in my body, while Zach ravages my mouth.