Still growling, he presses a hard – the hardest ever – kiss on my mouth. “Bedroom.” A dark thrill courses through me at his tone. “Now,” he orders when I simply keep looking at him and don’t move fast enough for his liking. I stand up on shaky legs and Zach kisses me again. Still kissing, we make our way to my bedroom. Somehow, we land on my bed. Zach attacks my shorts, opening the buttons and shoving them down my legs, along with my panties. It’s so frantic and desperate that I don’t even think to ask him about his intentions. I kick them off and he maneuvers me over him.
