Secrets We Hunt (One Night #2)(4)

“Somewhere private for us to talk,” she says, turning down another hallway like she owns the damn thing. I’m already lost. “I’d prefer you not make a scene at Quinlan’s wedding.”

We come out on a deck on the back of the yacht. She walks across it, and I realize she must be headed below deck to where the bridal party rooms are. I jog a few steps and grab her arm, turning her around to face me and pushing her against the railing. Her dark eyes narrow on me.

“What?” she spits out.

“This is private enough.” My free hand goes back to her hair, wrapping every strand that’s hanging down her delicate back into my fist and pulling it at the base of her scalp. She winces, and her head falls back.

“Why didn’t you show this much interest in me when we were younger?” she asks me as my nose runs up the side of her throat. She smells like vanilla and the beach.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” I tell her honestly. She was my best friend. Really, the only true friend I had until she left and I was forced to connect with other people. “Now, there’s nothing to ruin,” I murmur against the soft skin of her neck.

I let my breath skim her flesh, as my other hand moves from her arm to wrap around her waist and pull her closer. I want to feel every part of her against me. I was never able to hold her like this before, and I can’t get enough of just how perfect she folds into my body.

My mouth opens, and I let my lips trail up to her ear before pulling the shell of it between my teeth. Her hips instinctively find mine, grinding against them just enough to let me know she’s there. I groan and push back harder. My fingertips grip into the soft curve of her ass, and I hear the faintest whimper escape her lips.

“I have you right where I want you, don’t I, Little Doe?” She starts to squirm, but I hold her against me even tighter. “Fight all you like, Zo-Zo. I like it. I like the chase,” I whisper into her ear. My cock presses against her belly as I breathe her in again. I lick and nibble my way down her throat to her shoulder where I really let my teeth sink into her flesh.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” I tell her, letting her hair drop and skimming her breasts with my knuckles as my hand trails down the front of her body. “It makes me wonder if the rest of you tastes just as sweet,” I say with the faintest brush of my lips across hers. I steal her breath before my fingers slip under her dress and graze the soft lace covering her slit.

“Are you wet for me already, Zo??”

“Fuck you,” she says in a pathetic voice.

“If you want to, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

I push my lips the rest of the way onto hers, and she opens for me almost immediately, welcoming the kiss. God, how many times have I imagined kissing Zo?? It’s my teenage dream come to life off the coast of Greece on a fucking yacht.

My fingers continue their dance up and down her panties as we kiss. Her hips move with my hand, and I slide it up to the waistband, pushing slowly inside. Her skin is soft, and her thighs part just a little wider for me. I swipe a finger inside, grazing her clit, and find her absolutely soaked for me.

“Naughty girl,” I say, breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes, now hooded with lust as I continue to draw little circles around her clit, eliciting the sexiest gasps from her lips. “You’re drenched for me. What happens if I push one finger into this sweet pussy, Zo??” I ask her as I slowly slip a single digit inside of her. “Will you moan so prettily for me?”

Her cunt instantly grips onto my finger as it continues to push inside of her. My blood is hot, pulsing through my entire body and making my dick swell painfully against these tight as fuck pants I’m wearing. And when she moans as I hit that sweet spot inside of her, I drop my forehead to hers and whisper how beautiful she is to me.

“Wes, please,” she begs between kisses.

“Please, what?” I ask as her teeth bite down hard on my lip.

“Please make me come.”

Just as I feel she’s about to finish, I rip my hand from her panties and watch her face fall from bliss to rage. I hold my fingers up to the soft light coming off the yacht and admire her juices that coat them. I put each one to my mouth and lick them clean. Her flavor explodes over my tongue, and I groan deep in my chest. I want nothing more than to fall to my knees and hike her dress up over my head as I devour her.

“What the fuck, Wesley?” she growls. It’s cute.

“We came down here to talk. So, let’s talk.”





CHAPTER THREE





“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” she asks with an attitude as we sit down and I try to adjust my dick in my pants.

“I thought that’s what we were doing,” I answer her, pulling her close enough to me that I can touch her at all times. I don’t like the thought of her being far enough away to run and have a chance at escaping.

“I mean your Beetlejuice pants,” she says, a smile gracing her red and swollen lips.

“I bet I could make you scream my name three times, Zo-Zo.” I wink at her, and I’m rewarded with her sweet laughter. She sighs and sinks down into the seat, resting her head on my shoulder. I lean over and kiss the top of her hair.

“Can we just pretend it never happened?” she asks me.