Love Novel 71

My skin, my entire body, breaks into goosebumps. Anticipation runs through me, but Zaid doesn’t move. He doesn’t say
or do anything else.
I exhale, almost panting, almost begging for more of his touch.
The edge of the dresser presses into the backs of my thighs as I steady myself, chastising my mouth for not opening and
answering him. I must look like an idiot.
His dark eyes lock onto mine just as his fingers pull down the zipper of my pants. My breath catches and I can feel the
tension in my stomach coiling tighter.
I’m on fire at this point.
“Alina,” he mutters. “Tell me.”
I groan. “Why?”
He lifts an eyebrow and takes his hands away from me. My body almost shrivels up from the loss of contact.
“Do you have any idea how many reasons there were for why we didn’t get along before?” I say, my voice uneven, trying
to steady myself with words when my body feels like it’s spiraling out of control.
He narrows his eyes and shrugs. “No, that’s why I’m asking.”
His hands move to the hem of my shirt.
Before I can think to stop him, he pulls it over my head and tosses it aside, leaving me sitting there in my bra and
unzipped pants. His gaze roams over me and I swear I forget how to breathe.
I struggle to find my voice, my words stumbling over the heat pooling low in my belly. “You were arrogant.”
A slow smile spreads on his lips. “Were?”
I lick my lips, noting the way his eyes turn dark as he looks over me. “The way you spoke to me when we first met, I
didn’t like it.”
He lifts his eyes from where he’s observing my cleavage and tilts his head. “You didn’t?”
I shake my head.
He settles his elbows on the dresser and lowers his head. I frown, my eyes widening as he presses a soft kiss just above my belly button. My body jolts, a shudder running through me as I gasp.
“Is that it?” he asks, his voice rough and his lips brushing against my skin with every syllable.
I close my eyes for a moment, willing myself to stay coherent. I curl my fingers around the edge of the dresser to stop
myself from grabbing him.
“No,” I whimper, feeling his lips across my skin.
“What else, love?”
“It got worse when you tried to read that article about me. The one—” My voice falters as his lips trail lower. “The one
that made me have a panic attack.”
He chuckles softly against my skin; the sound vibrating through me. “If I remember correctly, I also helped you through
it.”
My lips tremble and I hate how smug he sounds, but nothing matters as he pulls down the waistband of my jeans to
brush his lips over the curve of my hip.
I snap out of my haze long enough to push at his forehead, making him look up at me.
“You were mean,” I whisper, though my voice lacks the bite I want it to have.
Zaid’s eyes soften for a moment, but they harden just as quickly. He stands and grips my jeans and swiftly lifts me,
simultaneously sliding my jeans down the bump of my ass and legs.
My hands grip his shoulders and I only loosen my hold when he settles me back down on the dresser.
He inhales deeply, eyes travelling down from my collarbone to my toes.
“I wasn’t mean,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “You needed -still need to – face your past.”
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I swallow, not sure how to answer that, not sure if I will be able to stop another panic attack if I think about that day too much. His eyes trail up from my legs and they latch onto mine.
They turn into liquid, softening in such a beautiful way that I can’t help the shuddering. He steps closer, watching me
even as he reaches behind me to unclip my bra. He does it swiftly with one hand and lets it go.
I move my arms, letting the straps slide down before dropping my bra to the side. He covers his mouth for a second as
he takes in my breasts and my nipples harden beneath his gaze.
“Zaid,” I say breathlessly, not caring how desperate I sound.
He stiffens and reaches for my legs, lifting my knees and spreading them until I am open to him. The only thing between
us is my flimsy, lacey thong. His chest heaves as his breath quickens.
His hands run down my thighs and I hold my breath, taking in the feeling of his touch. I never want to forget this, never want to forget how much my body lights up for him, how much more I want of him.
The moment he reaches my thong, I breathe again. My stomach coils tighter and I moan when he slips a finger inside me. He steps between my legs, pressing into my thighs as she thrusts his finger in and out of me.
“What else, love?”
I throw my head back, closing my eyes. “Zaid.”
He thrusts a second finger inside me. “Tell me.”
My chest heaves as I focus on the pleasure he wrings from me. “You-you left me at the diner.”
He lowers his lips to my neck, peppering kisses behind my ear as my legs begin to tremble. “You had just told me you
had feelings for my brother.”
His breath brings my skin to life and I want to feel it between my legs. He pumps his fingers and I turn my face toward
him, looking for his lips. He evades me and pulls back, but his fingers keep their pace, his thumb finding my clit.
“Zaid,” I moan.
“Keep going, Alina, or I stop,” He whispers, drawing his fingers from me.
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My pussy clenches and I watch him with hot cheeks as he leans on his elbows again and lowers his head between my
legs. My heart lurches into my throat, my stomach twisting with delicious anticipation.
His hands grip my waist and his tongue laps at me, thrusting into me and devouring every single part of me. I struggle to
breathe, whimpering as my leg trembling worsens.
Zaid stops, pulling back just slightly enough to look up at me. “Love?”
I blow out a breath and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him back to my pussy. “You were angry.”
He hums into me as he presses his tongue to my clit.
“You kissed me,” I moan, moving my hips to ride his face. “When I didn’t want you to.”
He chuckles, his shoulders shaking. God, it only heightens his touch and I moan, my head hitting the wall behind me.
“Then I found out you were Aiden’s brother,” I squeal as he sucks my clit between his teeth. He teasingly nibbles on it
before letting it go to circle it with his tongue.
The tension in my stomach coils so tight I think I’m going to faint. My orgasm is so close, I can feel it. My breath quickens
and I close my legs around his head.
I loosen my body to let it take over, but Zaid stops.
He pulls away and stands, smiling down at me before pressing a kiss to my lips.
“Zaid?” My cheeks feel so hot, the orgasm that was so close suddenly cold and far.
“I have to get ready,” he whispers, a cruel smile on his face.
I smack his chest. “You’re an asshole.”
He catches my hand and kisses my wrist. “Didn’t think I’d make it so easy for you, did you?”
I watch him in disbelief, chest heaving. His smile only widens, and he kisses my jaw before heading into his closet to
change.