and a million words lingered on the edge of her tongue. All of them were denial, but every single one of them were obliterated when his mouth came crashing down on hers, hungry for one thing—her. She moaned as his tongue slipped between her lips as if found hers. Electricity shot through her body like a velvet fire as he licked the edge of her mouth, his lips causing very primal sensations to radiate through her body. He pulled her to him, pressing her heaving breasts against his chest, but something was still in the way—their clothes.
He broke the trance his lips held on hers long enough to grab her shirt and snatch it apart, yet never broke his gaze. She sensed a primal side, but never realized what unleashed sexual prowess hid behind his outdated manners and impeccable looks. Now, he was letting her see it all. She wanted more. He was irresistible.
Encouraged by her words and reaction, he let his hands slide down her voluptuous curves and land on her butt, squeezing it slightly before lifting her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and pressed her lower body to his erection. He pulled away from her lips and nipped gently at her lower one as he drew back. He moved to her ear and lightly sucked on her earlobe. Then, he trailed his kisses down her jawbone and neck.
She tilted her head to the side to give him better access as she slid her hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. She secured her legs tighter around his waist, rubbing herself against him in the process, and pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Admiring his hard abs and grinning, she said, “Damn, I knew you were hot, but mmmm…”
Zechariah chuckled. “I’ll show you hot, ma’am.” he said as he attempted a southern accent, but it sounded far from southern. Miranda wondered, only for a moment, about the origin of the accent, but she was distracted by the fact that Zechariah plunged his face back into the space between her neck and shoulder, nipping, biting, and sucking at a sensitive area around her collarbone.
Her entire body felt as if it was on fire. Zechariah could sense her arousal radiating off of her. She looked into his deep, blue eyes that were now clouded with a dark lust, want, and need. She grinned seductively as she returned his lustful kisses over the line of his neck. She heard him release another low moan, which only encouraged her, as she rubbed her pelvis against his erection again.
She felt him pull her away from the door, so she tightened her legs around him again. He picked her up off of the couch and began walking toward the bedroom as he kept his lips locked on hers. As he reached his bed, he tossed her back, forcing to release her vise-like grip.
As he stood at the edge of the bed and gazed upon her exquisite form. He tilted his head to the side, slightly, and said, “Hmmm, there is something slightly wrong with this picture.”
Miranda scrunched her eyebrows and propped herself up on her elbows, leaning up slightly. “What?”
He reached for her shirt at the point between her breasts, and ripped it off of her completely. He stood back, satisfied with himself as he tossed the shreds of her shirt off to the side, and said, “There. Much better, but still…”
He stared at her black, lacy bra. “Your breasts are begging to be free.” he said. He reached down at the center and tore the bra apart. “Perfection.” he responded. Goosebumps ran down her arms. He kept his gaze on her ample breasts. “Yes, definitely perfection. You’re so beautiful, Miranda. Never have I wanted someone the way I want you.”
What Miranda failed to realize was that Zechariah did not mean he wanted her carnally alone. He wanted her in every way that a woman could be wanted.
Her heart leapt. She had been called beautiful before, but no one had ever
He broke the trance his lips held on hers long enough to grab her shirt and snatch it apart, yet never broke his gaze. She sensed a primal side, but never realized what unleashed sexual prowess hid behind his outdated manners and impeccable looks. Now, he was letting her see it all. She wanted more. He was irresistible.
Encouraged by her words and reaction, he let his hands slide down her voluptuous curves and land on her butt, squeezing it slightly before lifting her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and pressed her lower body to his erection. He pulled away from her lips and nipped gently at her lower one as he drew back. He moved to her ear and lightly sucked on her earlobe. Then, he trailed his kisses down her jawbone and neck.
She tilted her head to the side to give him better access as she slid her hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. She secured her legs tighter around his waist, rubbing herself against him in the process, and pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Admiring his hard abs and grinning, she said, “Damn, I knew you were hot, but mmmm…”
Zechariah chuckled. “I’ll show you hot, ma’am.” he said as he attempted a southern accent, but it sounded far from southern. Miranda wondered, only for a moment, about the origin of the accent, but she was distracted by the fact that Zechariah plunged his face back into the space between her neck and shoulder, nipping, biting, and sucking at a sensitive area around her collarbone.
Her entire body felt as if it was on fire. Zechariah could sense her arousal radiating off of her. She looked into his deep, blue eyes that were now clouded with a dark lust, want, and need. She grinned seductively as she returned his lustful kisses over the line of his neck. She heard him release another low moan, which only encouraged her, as she rubbed her pelvis against his erection again.
She felt him pull her away from the door, so she tightened her legs around him again. He picked her up off of the couch and began walking toward the bedroom as he kept his lips locked on hers. As he reached his bed, he tossed her back, forcing to release her vise-like grip.
As he stood at the edge of the bed and gazed upon her exquisite form. He tilted his head to the side, slightly, and said, “Hmmm, there is something slightly wrong with this picture.”
Miranda scrunched her eyebrows and propped herself up on her elbows, leaning up slightly. “What?”
He reached for her shirt at the point between her breasts, and ripped it off of her completely. He stood back, satisfied with himself as he tossed the shreds of her shirt off to the side, and said, “There. Much better, but still…”
He stared at her black, lacy bra. “Your breasts are begging to be free.” he said. He reached down at the center and tore the bra apart. “Perfection.” he responded. Goosebumps ran down her arms. He kept his gaze on her ample breasts. “Yes, definitely perfection. You’re so beautiful, Miranda. Never have I wanted someone the way I want you.”
What Miranda failed to realize was that Zechariah did not mean he wanted her carnally alone. He wanted her in every way that a woman could be wanted.
Her heart leapt. She had been called beautiful before, but no one had ever
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