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have been desperately, pathetically, feel-nothing-unless-she’s-in-the-room in love with Melody Woods for fourteen years.
The way she looks down at me, blue eyes wide, lips popped open. Long blonde hair curtaining her face as she takes me in, kneeling before her. Staring up like she’s the sun, and I’m here on my knees, ready to worship it.
“The eye contact is making this worse,” I say, and my voice has dipped lower and a hell of a lot huskier than I ever intended. His teeth scrape over his lower lip. “Where would you like me to look?” Fuck looking. I want you to dive in and eat me out so good they hear me in the next town.
He pulls his sweats up my legs, warm fingertips skimming my skin along the way, up my calves, my thighs, while his eyes follow their trajectory almost ravenously. By the time he’s cinching the drawstrings, I’m sweating. When he’s done, Zac shuffles toward the tent opening. “I’ll be right back.” “Where are you going now?” “I need a minute.” “For w—” “I need a minute, Mel.” Zac turns with a look so dark and frustrated over his shoulder that my breath catches in my throat. Holy fuck.
You’re allowed not to shit rainbows and butterflies at all times, and you’re sure as hell allowed to put someone who hurt you in their place—me included—without being called moody.”
That’s a man effortlessly pushing strands of soaked hair off his face, like he’s in some kind of pornographic shampoo commercial. Every inch of him glistens, muscles bunching as he bends to splash more water on his face, and his hips bob higher in the water, all tight and dimpled lower back. He’s naked. Not a stitch of clothing on, and I’m on the edge of my fucking seat, willing the water to part like the Red Sea.
“And now you know how it feels,” Zac says, voice rising. He shoves up the sleeves of his shirt. “To be driven out of my mind insane every time you’re around. To want something so fucking bad and know you can never have it.”
Our mouths crash together. He’s pressing me back into this tree in a way that makes my legs weak, makes it hard to stand. But he gets an arm around my waist, steadying me. Tilts his head to kiss me deep, licks my tongue with his, moans into my mouth like a man starved for this very thing. And this time, I meet him pace for pace. Sucking his lips between mine and breathing him in, that smell of pine and wood and lake he must smell on me too.
“You want that sound again, Zac?” I rest my head on the tree behind me, fascinated by the effect I seem to have on him. “Earn it.”
“Just so you’re aware, it’s not required that you preface your feelings by calling yourself names. It’s not your job to keep my ego intact, least of all, by minimizing the way you feel.”
“I’ll be your plaything. I’d wear the title like a badge of honor and eat you out on command.”
“I don’t understand how you’re single.” “I’ve never been single. I’ve been yours.”
She can give me whatever she wants, take from me whatever she wants. Kissing her is a fucking gift, and I don’t care what it means right now.
“I’m thinking about never realizing just how lonely I’ve been until the very
moment I felt full.” When her brows pull together, I add: “Now. Here, with you. You make me feel so full, I can’t even breathe, sometimes. Like my lungs are screaming at me that I don’t need anything but you to survive. I am so far gone for you, Melody.”
She’s that first ray of sunlight after a bad storm. Peeking through the clouds.
