“U-upstairs.”
“You sure?” he asks, suddenly sounding like the sensible one out of the two of us. He pulls back to look into my eyes. “I need you to know that this isn’t why I came. Well, not really.”
I shake my head at the boyish smirk on his face.
“Sure it wasn’t.”
14
Zayn
Just as she’s about to laugh at me, I slide her from the edge of the counter and carry her toward the stairs.
“Do you think they even know you have company?” I ask, although when she tenses in my arms, I immediately regret it.
“I don’t really care. Pretty sure they don’t either.” Her lips land on my neck, the soft brush of them cut off what I was going to say. “You can do all kinds of things and they’ll be totally none the wiser,” she whispers in my ear.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, Poppy,” I warn, my voice low and rough, showing just how much I need her.
“Oh yeah, why’s that?”
“It’s like you’re challenging me to ensure you make enough noise to alert them to the fact I’m dirtying up their daughter.”
“Hmmm… what did you have in mind, Hunter?” she practically growls in my ear.
“Well,” I say, my hands gripping harder onto her ass. “It seems that I’ve already captured my prey, all that’s left to do is feast on her.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers as I walk us through into her bedroom.
We both glance over at the closed bedroom doors when the sound of kids squealing sounds out.
“They’re fine. Plus, I put a lock on my door.”
I pull back and look at her with a smile on my face.
“Hoping I was going to come back, were you?”
“A girl can dream. Or, I’m sure I could have found another willing friend.”
“Absolutely not,” I snap. “Just me. Only me,” I growl, making her shudder.
“O-okay,” she agrees as I kneel on the edge of her bed and lower her down. “Don’t you have to be home or anything?” she asks as I hover over her, our noses almost brushing.
“You trying to get rid of me now I’ve got you here?”
“No, no,” she says in a rush. “I was just…” She trails off as I sit up and pull my cell from my pocket.
“I’ve got nowhere else to be.” I let her watch as I turn it off and throw it down on her bedroom floor. “No one else exists apart from you and me, baby.” I wink before reaching behind me and pulling my shirt off.
I look down at her after the fabric has passed my face and find her biting down on her bottom lip as her eyes roam across my body, much like they did earlier.
“Thought you might want a closer inspection.”
“Zayn, I—” She looks up at me with wide eyes like she’s just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Reaching forward, I take her hand and in mine and lift her fingertips to my stomach, gently brushing them over my muscles.
My cock swells from her simple touch and I bite back a groan at having her hands on my naked skin.
“Take your fill.”
I stop moving when her fingers hit my waistband and her eyes once again meet mine.
She’s a virgin, I know that from my previous visit, and while I don’t care if we do no more than kiss, I can see in her eyes that she’s freaking out about this.
I drop forward once again, sliding my hands up her thighs and to her waist.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not happy with. I didn’t come here to steal your innocence, Pops,” I whisper in her ear before running my tongue around the shell and biting down on her lobe.
“No?” she moans. “Why’d you come then? Surely it wasn’t to play dad to my siblings.”
“I came to apologize. To tell you that you were right.”
“I was?”
“Yeah.” I don’t stop kissing her. My lips trail down her neck until I brush them over her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. This bit of skin has been driving me crazy since she returned wearing this shirt before dinner. “I should have listened to you instead of going after…” I trail off, not wanting to say his name and ruin the moment. “I need you to take the lead, in more ways than one,” I say, looking up at her.
Her lips are parted as she drags in rapid breaths and her usually light gray eyes are dark and full of hunger.
“Tell me what you want, what you need.”
Her leg curls around my back before she flips us over.
“Oh-oh.” I chuckle. “Like that, is it?”
“What? You think you can always be the one in charge?” she asks with a smirk.
Stretching my arms out, I rest my hands behind my head and lie out beneath her.
“I already told you, take your fill, baby. I’m all yours.”
She blushes harder as her eyes drop from mine, down my body to where my cock is quite clearly tenting my pants. It’s so fucking cute and totally not what I’m used to with the cheer sluts.
“I-I haven’t…”
“I know,” I say, reaching forward and lacing her fingers with mine so I can tug her down on me.
Her chest presses against mine and a growl rumbles up my throat as her lips find mine once more.
As we kiss, she gets braver, her hand starting to explore across my chest and stomach.
“Fuck, Pops. You’re driving me crazy,” I groan when she kisses across my jaw and starts down my neck.
“Yeah?” She looks up at me, her eyes wide in amazement.
“Yeah. Your touch is addictive.”
I can see that she wants to argue, but she doesn’t, instead, she sucks in some courage and continues kissing down over my chest.
Her kisses are so light, so teasing that my entire body locks up with need.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers into her hair, not to control her movements but because I can’t stand not to be touching her.
“Jesus, do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” I ask as I watch her lick across the indentation of my abs.
My cock strains against the fabric of my pants, desperate for some action but I meant what I said a few minutes ago. We only take this as far as she’s happy with.
I mean, I shouldn’t even be here in the first place, so I may as well try to do something right.
She moves down until she kisses along the edge of my waistband.
“Poppy,” I moan, damn near desperate for what could come next.
She pauses and sits up a little.
“Zayn, I—”
Sitting, I cut off her words with my lips. My hands run up her thighs and slip under the fabric of her tank.
“Oh God,” she moans when I take her breasts in my hands and squeeze gently. Her lips leave mine as her head falls back.
“So beautiful,” I whisper against her neck.
I push the fabric of her shirt up, waiting to see if she’ll lift her arms for me. After a beat she does and I throw it across the room.
“Zayn,” she moans as my lips trail over her breast and my teeth graze her nipple over the lace. “Off.”
Sliding my hand around her back, I flick the clasp of her bra, not needing to be asked twice to remove it.