A muscle in Zayne’s jaw ticked, and he set his cup on the table. I did the same when he grabbed my hand and pulled me away, my skin tingling where he touched me.
“Where are you taking me?”
“If you want the full college experience, then I’ll give it to you.” When we got to the base of the steps, I realized what he was doing, and I tugged on his hand. He glanced over his shoulder at me, and something in my expression gave him pause.
“Not here,” I said, flicking my gaze up the stairs. I wouldn’t be a cliché like my ex had been.
“My apartment is close.”
“Okay,” I agreed, and he wasted no time guiding me to the front door.
We stepped out into the cooling night air, my hand still clasped in his. “I need to text Blake,” I said, and he released me. I pulled out my phone and shot her a quick text.
Heading to Zayne’s. I’ll be back.
A few seconds later, her reply came through.
Have fun! And be safe.
She punctuated her message with an eggplant emoji and a hardhat.
“This is me,” Zayne announced, stopping in front of a brick building.
As soon as the door to his apartment shut, he spun me around and pressed me against it. His mouth crashed against mine as his hands tangled in my hair. I let out an involuntary moan and flattened my palms against his stomach. They slid up his hard abs and over his defined chest as his erection dug into my belly. Suddenly, he lifted me into the air, and my legs came around his hips.
Dropping me onto his bed, he came over me. His lips explored my skin, tasting and teasing until I was ready to burst. He unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs. His hungry, predatory gaze landed between my thighs, and I fought the urge to press them together. This was Zayne, after all. He’d already seen me, felt me, tasted me. There was no reason to be shy now.
He curled his arms around the backs of my thighs and held me tightly in his grip as he devoured me. I writhed with pleasure as his tongue flicked against my clit, and he released one leg so he could press a finger inside me. Stars burst behind my eyes.
Before I could put my scattered thoughts back together, he ripped open a foil packet, rolled the condom down his shaft, and plunged deep inside me. I cried out as he clung to me, pressing hot kisses to my neck before sealing his mouth over mine. It was euphoric and transcendental, an unearthly experience that had me floating far off the ground.
Afterward, I lay there in Zayne’s arm, curled into his side as he gently stroked my arm, and sighed with contentment. This was what I’d been missing the last two months, and it felt good to have it back. It felt right. It felt like a turning point in my life, and I never wanted to look back.