Chapter Twenty-Two
Asad held Zoya in his arms for a long while. Just held her, making no move to seduce her. He'd not forgotten her words. You're incapable of meeting anyone's emotional needs. He would meet hers if it killed him, and it just might.
He burned for her. But he also liked the intimacy of the moment. Hell, he loved it.
"Asad," she said. She'd pulled her hair into a ponytail, several tendrils having escaped confinement to frame her face. Her skin was free of makeup, her eyes glittering like diamonds, her lashes so long they curled into ebony fans. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips lusciously red.
She could have been dolled up, but it wouldn't have mattered. No matter what she wore, or didn't wear, she met a need he'd never expected to have. A need for her specifically. Her smile. Her scent. Her wit. Her warmth. Her thorns. No one else would do"now...maybe not ever. Once you'd had perfection, everyone else became a pale imitation.
"Yes, baby."
"I want you."
"No. There'll be time for that later."
"I need you." She reached up, toyed with the ends of his hair. She smelled faintly of disinfectant, but not even that could hide her innate fragrance of strawberries, surely driving him deeper and deeper into insanity, where only she existed. "I've missed you so much."
Killing me.
"Kiss me," she demanded.
The world could have been burning around him and he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from obeying. Nothing could have stopped him. He'd been without her too long, and while he could go several minutes without breathing, he couldn't go without this woman for another second.
"Asad... I've missed you so much."
"Baby, I've wanted to die without you."
He pressed his lips into her and like that, urgency rode him hard, lightning flashes of demand riding the tides of a desire he couldn't control.
His tongue dueled with hers, the taste of her sweet and luscious, better than he remembered. He nipped his way to her jaw, to the pulse hammering at the base of her neck. the softness of her skin enrapturing him, reminding him of all the other places she was soft as silk and hot as hell.
"You are mine, and I am yours. I won't forget again." He lifted his head to peer down at her. The beard stubble he hadn't shaved this morning had left thin lines of pink around lips that were already plumped by his kiss, redder than usual, and velvet-soft"a fine wine guaranteed to go straight to his head.
Her pupils expanded until only a rim of ice-blue remained"still enough to drown in. "I won't, either."
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"The things I'm going to do to you..." Weeks without her. Weeks of longing and imagining and cursing and dreaming. They would not be leaving this bed until they were both sated.
She placed her foot against his chest. "You doing things to me is great, but I'm going to do things to you, too. I want to be the best you've ever had." Confident words, belied by a tremor in her voice.
"You already are." Where her skin touched his, he sizzled, especially over his heart, the organ currently trying to beat its way out of his chest. He took her ankle, lifted and pressed a kiss on her calf. "All you have to do is look at me, and you surpass everyone else."
She breathed his name. "Stand up. Please."
He obeyed, and she moved to her knees. He cupped her breasts, her chest rising and falling faster and faster as she reached out and tugged at the waist of his towel. The moment the material loosened, she tossed it aside, baring his entire length.
"So hard," she praised, grazing her knuckles from the head to the base. "So big."
"That's what you do to me."
"Let's see what else I can do to you." She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood beside him. He fit his hands around her waist. If she desired another location, to another location they would go. But she pressed against his shoulders, urging him to sit.
As he gripped the comforter, she slowly lowered herself onto his lap and straddled his legs. Her core, hot and drenched, brushed against his shaft, and he hissed in a breath.
He groaned, and she laughed with feminine power. "I like seeing you tormented."
His chuckle was a dark promise as he hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her hips. With enough force to rattle the entire bed, he slammed all the way into her. The pleasure... It was almost more than he could bear, but he did it again and again, moving in and out of his woman. Because he had to, because he couldn't tolerate the thought of doing anything else.
The headboard banged against the wall. The pictures shook. He pounded harder, need driving him, obsession and addiction hanging on for the ride, a promise of more.
She gasped his name, writhing and thrashing.
"Let me watch you."
He slowed his thrusts, sinking in a mere inch at a time. "Nice and easy now."
"Asad," she gasped, the pleasure in her voice hitting his system with the strength of an entire bottle of whiskey.
Her back arched, sending him deeper, and as he hit as far as he could go, his control finally snapped. Nice and easy? No longer possible. He hammered at her with everything he had."
A knock sounded at the door.
Had he locked it? He couldn't remember, just knew he would kill anyone who stepped through it.
He hammered, hammered, hammered, the bed rocking, rocking, the pictures banging, banging.
Another knock rang out. A woman's voice seeped through the cracks, "Zoya?"
The thought of getting caught must have thrilled a secret part of his naughty beauty because she shot straight into another climax, and this time she milked him hard enough to send him over the edge of pleasure...pleasure that consumed him from head to toe.
"Zoya. You've got another room to clean," the woman said.
Zoya gasped and scrambled out from under him.
"I'm, uh, coming," she called.
"In more ways than one," he muttered. "I'll dress and we can head home." He wanted to hold her. He wanted to feel her breath against his skin, and share secrets into the darkest part of the night.
"No way. You heard her. I have to get back to work." She tugged on her clothing.
He gave a single shake of his head. "You're coming back to work for me."
"Sure. I'll continue my work on the character sketches, but I'll start after my shifts at the inn. I like standing on my own two feet, and besides that, I refuse to leave Mita in the lurch."
He gnashed his molars. My fault. More work for her meant less time for him. "What about us? I'm in this thing one hundred percent."
She smoothed the wrinkles from her top, plucked the ponytail holder from the floor and combed back her hair taming it in a knot on top of her head. "I am, too, but we're going to have to take it a day at a time."
What the hell? He didn't like having his words thrown back at him. "Let's take it a week"a month"at a time."
She smiled at him, soft and sweet and a little sad, but she didn't back down. "I don't want to hurt you again, and I certainly don't want you to hurt me. We need to learn more about each other and actually, you know, date or something. I mean, we've slept together twice, but we've never even gone out."
"That's not true. We've been dating ever since you stole my pie." But he got where she was coming from. She'd shared bits and pieces about her past, but there was still so much he didn't know about her. Did she hope to have kids? Or would that be another wrench in their relationship?
"While you took all your randoms to dinner, you've never taken me anywhere. Like I'm an embarrassment or something." A tremor in her voice.
He'd hurt her. However unintentionally, he'd hurt her. "I'm taking you out tonight. Don't make any other plans."
She sighed. "Doesn't have to be tonight. I'm not trying to rush you, Asad. Not anymore."
"Tonight," he insisted. "And every night after."
Another sad smile. "I'm not hogging all your spare time, and I'm not putting a label on us. Not officially."
"No label?" He exploded. "That's what you've been pushing for since day one."
"Girls are allowed to change their minds."
He was in her face a second later, practically breathing fire. "Do you plan to see other men?"
"No." Her glare was sharp enough to cut glass.
"Will you see other women?"
"No," he said. "I told you I wouldn't. I have no desire for anyone else."
"Even though I won't be sleeping with you again? Not until we're labeled?"
He unveiled his slowest, wickedest grin. "Think to hold out on me, do you, baby? We'll see how long you last now that you know what it's like to be filled. We might have scratched an itch today, but you'll be begging for me soon enough."
She returned his grin, a woman who'd come to learn the power she held, making his gut twist. "Or you'll be begging for me."
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