Zeke, Elizabeth Lennox [readnow .txt] 📗

her doorway! Nope, he was walking into her apartment. He was pushing her back against the wall and…kissing her!

The melting was almost instantaneous! Zeke’s hard body, his persuasive lips, and…all of him. She even liked the way he smelled and Abby hadn’t ever thought that a man smelled good or bad! But goodness, Zeke smelled delicious! All male and powerful and manly!

His hands! Good grief, his hands were everywhere! Under her skirt and…wait, why were his hands under her skirt! Abby tried to concentrate, pulling her mouth away from his, but he simply moved his mouth to her neck, which felt amazingly good! Yes! When he kissed her there, just like that, she wanted to melt into his arms.

Still, something was bothering her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, but Abby knew that it was important.

“Zeke!” she gasped. “Wait! I can’t…!”

He pulled away, bracing his hands on the wall behind her head so he wasn’t touching her any longer. Suddenly, she felt…cold. Abandoned!

Staring up into his eyes, she tried to catch her breath but…he looked so delicious! His tee shirt was untucked from his jeans and…had she done that?

“Do you need more time?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. “I can do that. Just say the word. It might kill me, but I will wait until you’re ready, Abby.”

Was she ready? Yes! Good grief, she was so ready! More ready than she’d ever thought possible! No man had ever had her this ready! She felt as if one more touch from him might just cause her to combust.

Pushing her hand through her hair, she realized that he was watching her, his eyes glittering with need. Did he really want her to touch him that much?

More heat sizzled through her with that realization. But she paused, trying to remember…what? What did she need to remember?

“Abby,” Zeke murmured, disrupting her thoughts. “Talk to me. Tell me yes or no. Slow down or keep going. You’re in charge here. Tell me what you want.”

She laughed, still trying to sort through her muddled thoughts. “Zeke, you’re…intense.”

“I want you. You needed a few days. Now we have…”

“Wait. That’s it!” She gasped, stepping back a little and glaring up at him. “Where have you been? You just disappeared! I thought you weren’t interested in me anymore.”

His eyes showed his surprise, but that was the invitation he needed. Like a panther, he moved closer, drawing her forward with his hands around her hips. “I’m so interested, I might just break the zipper on my jeans, honey,” he told her, pressing her hand there to show her exactly what he meant. Sure enough, his erection was pressing against her stomach and she grinned with the surge of power she felt.

“I can’t tell you where I went, Abby,” he said. “I won’t ever be able to warn you when I have to go somewhere.”

She was startled, and something struck her, an old memory that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“But trust me, I won’t ever just walk away from you. If something goes south with our relationship, then I’ll tell you so, in person. I’m not the kind of man who will break up with you in a text message.” He moved closer, lowering his head and doing that nuzzling thing along the base of her neck. “But there’s no way that this is over, honey. Not when I want you this badly.”

She shivered under his hands. He moved closer, his hips pressing against hers, his lips teasing her neck. She gasped when he cupped her breasts. When his thumbs moved over her already taut and aching nipples, she was lost in her desire.

So instead of pushing him away, she came closer, pressing herself against him, feeling his erection throb against her stomach and…he brushed his thumbs against her nipples again and she gasped. “Zeke!” she whispered against his neck. Then her fingers moved to the hem of his tee shirt, pulling and tugging. She was so impatient, she wanted to rip his shirt off!

“Get it off!” she snapped, pulling fruitlessly at his shirt.

He pulled away for a moment, then he was back, his tee shirt gone. She slid her hands up his chest, reveling in the feeling of his muscles under her hands, her fingertips tracing and teasing, exploring every inch of him.

She was ravenous now! Never in her life had she been this adamant about needing sex but with Zeke, she was all in! Her fingers moved lower, tracing the ridges of his abs before sliding underneath the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled with the snap, but he hissed and pulled her hands away.

“Bed. Now!” he ordered, then scooped her up into his arms, carrying her from the wall to the only bedroom in the apartment. With a kick of his boot, the door slammed shut behind him.

Unceremoniously, he dumped her onto the bed, and proceeded to strip her clothes off. “I’ll be more careful next time, Abby. But right now, I need you naked!”

Seconds later, he got his wish. He barely paused before he lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Abby screamed, writhing under his not-so-tender onslaught. But she needed more! Her fingers moved back to his jeans but again, he stopped her by simply standing up and stripping off his clothes.

“Now, we’re going to do this right!”

“Your stitches!” she gasped.

He shook his head. “I had Mike take them out. My back is fine, Abby.” Then he leered at her. “Forget about my back and concentrate on me.”

With one hand, he took her ankle and spread her legs wide, his