Defending Zara (Mountain Mercenaries #6)(76)

“Damn, Zara. You’re so beautiful, I can’t even wrap my head around how anyone could think you were a boy for a second.”

She opened her mouth to explain it again. How they only saw what they wanted to see, how she purposely did whatever she could to perpetuate the deception—but anything she might’ve said got stuck in her throat when Meat tightened his grip on her waist and leaned forward.

He nuzzled the inside curve of one of her breasts, and her belly quivered when she felt his tongue flick out for a taste.

“Meat,” she groaned, putting her hands on his head, holding on as he continued to explore.

He didn’t speak, but one of his hands palmed her lower back, urging her to arch into him. The move thrust her chest out farther, and when she looked down, she watched as Meat’s other hand came up to gently plump her other breast, right before his mouth covered the nipple.

Zara’d had no idea how sensitive that part of her body was. None. She’d never touched herself, except to wrap the binding around her chest. Hadn’t played with her nipples. The sight of Meat with his eyes closed as he obviously enjoyed sucking her, his jaw moving back and forth, was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

He shifted to her other breast, and every time he sucked on her nipple, she felt it between her legs. Zara writhed in his hold, and an almost desperate whine escaped her lips. Meat nipped at her, and that ratcheted her arousal even more.

He lifted his head and looked up at her as his thumb lightly flicked at her now-throbbing and erect nipple. “You’re very sensitive,” he said with a predatory grin.

“Am I?” Zara asked, not really thinking about her words.

“Yeah, Zar, you are. And I can’t fucking wait to see how you react when I suck on your clit the way I just did your nipples. I have a feeling you’re gonna buck like a wild filly.”

She had no idea what he was saying, but the look in his eyes made her want to tear off the rest of her clothes and fling herself down on his bed and beg him to do whatever he wanted. Especially if it made her feel as good as what he’d just done.

“I want to make you feel good too,” she told him uncertainly.

“You will,” Meat said without a shred of doubt in his words. “Watching you come into your own is a huge turn-on. You gonna be comfortable in here on my mattress? Or do you want to go to your room and the futon?”

Zara wanted to melt at how considerate he was being. A part of her wanted to go into her room, just so she could have his smell on her sheets, but she didn’t want to stop what they were doing long enough to change rooms.

“What was that thought?” he asked, his thumb still caressing her nipple.

“Nothing. Here is fine.”

But Meat was having none of her prevarication. He pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and said, “Tell me, Zara.”

She went up on her tiptoes but didn’t try to pull out of his grip. She was so wet between her legs and practically panting with lust. “I w-wanted my bed to smell like you, so later I could fall asleep with your scent in my nose.”

Meat lessened the pressure on her nipple, and instead of feeling relief, the blood coursing through her sensitive nub made everything throb all the more. Dear God, she had no idea her breasts were so sensitive.

“You are going to fall asleep with my scent in your nose, and all over your body, Zar. If you think I’m going to make love with you, then kick you out to go sleep in the guest room, you’re insane. From here on out, we’re sleeping in the same bed. It might be mine, if you can get used to it, or it might be yours. Hell, we can sleep on the floor, for all I care. As long as you’re in my arms, I’ll be satisfied.”

That was an amazing answer, and all Zara could do was smile at him and put a hand on the side of his face.

Meat smiled up at her, then leaned back to take off his own shirt. He kept his eyes on hers as he reached down and undid the button on his jeans. He lifted his ass and pushed them off, along with his boxers, shoes, and socks.

Zara could only stare at him with wide eyes as he revealed himself to her inch by delicious inch. He didn’t seem self-conscious in the least about his nudity. And why should he? He was absolutely gorgeous.

His thighs were muscular, and he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His stomach rippled with what she now knew was called a “six-pack,” and he had a light dusting of dark chest hair. She couldn’t keep her eyes from straying between his legs—and swallowed hard at seeing the most intimate part of him for the first time.

He was long and hard. His cock was curved upward slightly, and there was a bead of precome on the tip.

Meat leaned over and opened a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a box of condoms. He opened it and placed a small packet near the edge of the table. Then he scooted backward until he was lying flat.

His eyes seemed even darker than usual as he held out a hand. “Join me?”

He didn’t pressure her to undress any more than she already had. In fact, he had made himself vulnerable by stripping first. Everything he did made her fall harder.

Hands shaking, Zara tried to be as brave as Meat. She toed off her shoes and undid the button and zipper on her jeans. She pushed them down, but couldn’t make herself remove her underwear and expose herself completely.

“Come here,” Meat said, sitting up and reaching for her.