Love Novel 56

The moment his hand slides to the small of my back, a shiver runs through me, my breath hitching.
His hands are so warm, and though they are not as rough as Aiden’s calloused fingers, I can tell he’s played basketball
before. It’s odd, the way I can almost picture his hands by the feel of them.
They way I can almost imagine the way they’d feel against my most sensitive parts.
He pulls me in closer to him, our hips touching my breasts against his chest.
“You look beautiful,” he murmurs.
I nod, trying to swallow, though my mouth is dry. “You, you said that.”
His eyes lock on mine, dark and hungry, as though he’s seeing every inch of me. “We really should talk about last night.”
I shake my head quickly. “I don’t want to.”
His lips twitch, and his eyes drop to my mouth, lingering there like he’s fighting some internal battle. “Why?”
I look at him as he twirls us, and I frown. “Why do you want to talk about it so much?”
His eyes drop to my chest. “I’ve been imagining those perfect breasts all day.”
I scoff, and heat crawls up from my toes to my neck.
He only pulls me in tighter, his erection thick between us.
“Zaid,” I whisper, my spine shivering. “Stop, please.”
He tilts his head, dropping his hand to my lower back. I jolt in his hold; the feeling making me want to roll my eyes to the
back of my head.
“You wanted me to watch you, to see you,” He whispers.
He drops his hand into my dress, cupping the top of my ass. I lean forward and rest my chin on his shoulder, looking to make sure no one is watching us.
My back is toward the fence and trees. No one is noticing the way his hand is basically massaging my ass. He pulls me
harder against his erection, moving my hips so I grind against him. “I didn’t take you for the type to go commando for a wedding.”
I hiss, shaking my head as I pull away just an inch. “It was necessary for the dress.”
“Look at me, love.”
I lift my eyes to his, wanting to cry and kiss him all at once.
He swallows. “You want me.”
I shake my head, lips trembling.
“You do.”
“Zaid. I’m with Aiden.”
He shakes his head with an incredulous laugh. “That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”
I search his eyes, grabbing his elbow to force his hand out of my dress. Thankfully, he complies. “Why do you say that?”
His eyes are just as serious as mine. “I think I’m ready to tell you everything you want to know. Everything Aiden has
been keeping from you.”
My eyes fly over his shoulder to look at his brother, who is dancing with an older woman. “Really?”
Zaid grips my chin, redirecting my attention to him. “You want to know, don’t you?”
I nod, ignoring the sensations he is lighting up inside me. He drops his hand and grabs mine, leading me off the dance
floor and toward the house.
“Zaid, we can’t just leave the reception!”
He looks at me over his shoulder and shrugs. “We’ll be back.”
He tightens his hold on my hand and pulls me into the house. I smile awkwardly at the staff working the catering and we’re soon up the stairs and entering his room.
We’re starting at each other, chests heaving. He reaches behind him and locks the door.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I whisper, wrapping my arms around my waist.
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He smiles. “You want something from me, and I want something from you. I’m thinking we can make an exchange.”
I frown, looking around the empty room. I feel like an idiot, because it’s not fear running through me, it’s excitement.
“You want something from me?”
He barely nods, his nostrils flaring as he closes the distance between us. His hands are at my hips, his thumbs digging
into my bones. I gasp, my hands flying to his chest.
“Kiss me,” he whispers.
My heart hammers in my chest and his finers caress my skin where the slit of my dress parts. I feel dizzy, and my eyes
drop to his lips. Fuck, is it terrible that I want to?
He leans in closer, his nose pressing against mine, and he moans deep in his throat. “Kiss me, baby.”
My skin feels like it’s on fire and something tells me I’ll regret it if I don’t.
I close the distance between us, on my toes, my hands running through his hair.
And then, it’s like something has come alive in him. His hands grip me tighter and his tongue delves into my mouth with
a possessive strength that has my knees buckling.
He catches me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me across the room. I drop my hands to his neck, taking
control as I kiss him like I’ve never kissed anyone before.
The world falls away. It’s not a kiss; it’s a storm. His lips are demanding, and I give him everything he takes.
I can’t breathe. I don’t want to.
My hands clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer as though the small space between us is unbearable. His hands squeeze
my ass once before he drops me onto his bed.
I squeal, the only sound I can make before he’s above me, and pressing his lips to mine again.
God, he kisses so good. Better than good. It’s perfect. Too perfect. Like we were made for this. Like we were made for
each other.
The thought makes my heart stutter. I know my heart quickens whenever I look at him, whenever his gaze lingers on me
for just a beat too long. But I never imagined he could kiss like this.
Every brush of his lips, every slide of his tongue sends a wave of heat coursing through me.
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It doesn’t feel like this with Aiden.
And, fuck, it’s never felt like this with Jake.
Maybe that’s why I kiss him back so fiercely.
His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I gasp, my head tilting back slightly. His hand is on my waist, slowly finding its way
beneath my dress and between my legs.
That’s way more than a kiss.
“Zaid,” I hiss.
He deepens the kiss, and it’s like I can feel him everywhere.
His finger slides between my lips, and he grunts into my mouth, smiling. “You’re wet, my love.”
I should pull away. I should say something, do something. But all I can think is how right this feels. He presses a finger to my clit and my hips jolt into his touch.
“Zaid.”
He slides a finger inside me, and it has me coming back to reality. I pull back and he does the same, both of us trying to
catch our breath. He rests his forehead on mine.
“Fuck, love.”
“Yeah,” I get out.
He rolls his head on mine, laughing quietly.
I pull on his shirt and whisper, “Can you please take your finger out of me?”
“No.” He curls it instead.
I gasp. “Zaid.”
He chuckles, taking his hand away before sitting back and giving me space.