“You really did this.”
“Yeah.” I touched the ink on her hip. “You really did this.”
“I really did.”
We stood there longer than necessary, water falling around us, bumping shoulders in the steam. Then we dried off side by side, neither of us hiding that we were looking at one another in the bright light.
Zara tossed her towel in the hamper and held out her hand. “Come to bed with me?”
And I took it, letting her lead.
Where she went, I followed.
That was how it had always been.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Zara
Itstartedwithkissing.Cormac’s lips were my new favorite place. His mouth was soft and warm and tireless. So very giving. His tongue licked along mine, gathering me up and keeping me close.
Kissing him was as natural and familiar as it was exciting. An adventure I knew without a doubt I’d be safe and free to explore—to let loose and be myself.
He pulled me on top of him, skin to skin. His big hands covered my back then roved lower, carving around my shape. I kept finding my fingers dancing along the words on his collarbone—ourwords.
We matched.
It was a heady thing, seeing part of our insides etched like artwork on the outside. And his was so visible to anyone who got close to him.
A swift kick of jealousy almost took my breath away. Had Victoria touched her lips to my words?
Cormac brought me back from my inner spiral, reminding me I was the one touching him, and he was the one touching me.Holding me. Kissing my breath away. Until I was convinced my lungs had always been useless anyway.
Then kissing me more.
My skin crawled and tightened, and my insides swelled to bursting. I squirmed, needing to move, to taste and touch and give. He let my mouth go to inhale deeply, and I slid down his torso, dragging my teeth and lips along his skin, licking his nipples and rubbing my face against the soft hair on the center of his chest.
I followed the trail of dark hair in the divot of his taut stomach, tasting it with my lips and tongue, and Cormac dragged his fingers through my hair, combing it. When I looked up at him, I found him watching me.
“Zara,” he whispered.
I pushed his legs apart to kneel between them, taking his heavy cock in my hand. He stopped breathing, the muscles in his abdomen clenching tight.
“Can I?”
“Anything you want. I’m yours,” he gritted out.
If only…
Holding his cock away from his stomach, I lowered my mouth over his wide, swollen head, taking him between my lips. A rush of air left him, followed by a low, mournful moan, and it was all I needed to keep going.
My nose hit his nest of curls, and I inhaled, taking in his scent. He smelled like my bodywash, and beneath it, his own unique smell. Fresh and musky. Clean air and the earth.
“Zara,” he groaned. “Oh god, sweetheart…”
He jerked in my mouth but kept his hips on the mattress, letting me go at my own pace. It was nice and all, but we’d held back too long; I didn’t want that anymore, not with Cormac.
Keeping him in my hand, I pulled off him. “Move with me. I want to know what you like—what makes you feel good.”