Wicked and True (Wicked & Devoted 4)

Would they even make it to the bed? Zy wasn’t optimistic.

His lips never left hers as he urged her from the foyer to the living room. She took baby steps backward and pushed his coat off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it, not caring when it dropped to the floor, landing somewhere near the shoes he toed off while unfastening his jeans and deepening their kiss.

Even with their tongues tangling and his clothes melting away, he wasn’t close enough to her.

Zy lifted Tessa against him, cupping her ass and grinding her against his cock as he took ground-eating steps to her softly lit bedroom. She didn’t protest, simply hooked her legs around his hips and rocked against him with pleading moans he swallowed with his bruising kiss.

Fuck, he loved sex…but this? It was paradise wrapped in candied fantasy. It was pleasure stacked on top of ecstasy and soaked in bliss. He’d only kissed Tessa, but already he felt speechless and half-dizzy. His brain had all but stopped, his thoughts skewing to nothing but the million ways he ached to please her.

Zy raced to the bed, setting her on her feet beside it and breaking their kiss. It was the last goddamn thing he wanted, but he needed information. Problem was, when he looked down at her, all rosy and unfocused, her lips plump, parted, and waiting, he nearly lost all restraint.

“Zy…” She lifted her hand to his chest.

The brush of her fingers through his shirt blasted him with heat.

“I know, baby. But before we go any further, you need to tell me two things. How long has it been?”

“Oh…um.” She closed her eyes, lashes skimming her cheeks, before she blinked up at him, looking so vulnerable. “About a year and a half.”

He’d suspected that. It had been way too long for him, too—by his own choice. He hadn’t wanted any woman except Tessa.

“And how careful do we need to be? I’m clean but—”

“We don’t. After I had Hallie, my doctor put me on the pill to regulate my cycle.”

“Thank fuck. For almost a year, all kinds of shit kept us apart. I don’t want anything between us ever again.”

“Same, starting with this.” Tessa grabbed for the hem of his T-shirt.

Zy was faster. He took hold of her too-big pajama top and yanked it over her head. As he’d hoped, she wasn’t wearing a damn thing underneath it.

And holy shit…

Zy’s mouth went dry. Tessa’s tits were a work of art—pale and round with stiff candy-pink nipples, standing pert above her narrow rib cage that flowed into her small waist. He wanted to cup the soft mounds, see them in his hands, suck the pretty, rigid tips until they swelled and she cried out and begged him to fuck her. He wanted her naked.

But he needed her in his arms.

Zy crouched at her feet and gripped the waistband of her pajama pants.

“Oh, my god. Is this really happening?” Her voice dripped breathless excitement and longing as she raked her fingers against his scalp and gripped his hair.

Yeah, this felt like a dream to him, too. And he didn’t want to wake from it.

“It fucking is.” He jerked her pants down her hips savagely, baring her thighs, stopping only when the spring-green cotton puddled around her feet. “Step out.”

She did, her audible breathing torqueing up his anticipation. Her fingers tightened in his hair. And he didn’t care because he couldn’t stop looking at how fucking beautiful she was.

Her baby-pink toenails were like dollops of frosting on the confections of her delicate feet. Her dainty ankles gave way to lean calves, dimpled knees, and curvy thighs that made blood rush to his cock. But it was everything she hid between those gorgeous legs he couldn’t stop staring at.

Other than a modest dusting of dark blond curls at the top of her pussy, she was bare. And wet. And swollen. Her visible desire sent his need surging.

Zy knew he should go slow, build her desire, tease her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. But he’d waited too long and he needed her too much.

Banding his palms around her middle, he lifted her onto the bed, then reached behind his head to tear off his shirt as he followed her down, pressing her onto the mattress with his body. While he tossed the T-shirt aside, he pressed his bare chest to hers, hissing at the heat of their melding skin, before he captured her mouth again.

Tessa flung her arms around him, tilting her head to offer him total access to her mouth as her hips swayed under him in supplication. She let out a needy little whimper.

Fuck, if she kept that up, he’d plunge straight inside her and keep at her until she screamed.

Fighting for patience, he peeled her hands from his shoulders and pressed them flat to the bed, holding them down with his forearms. “I’m trying to go slow. You’re tempting me too much.”