Dressed in old jeans and one of his favorite Nirvana T-shirts, Z looked good enough to eat. His hair was rumpled, as if he’d been running his fingers through it, and his eyes were green with those damn gold flecks I loved so much burning down at me. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and never let go, but that wasn’t possible with his hands full.
He held a box of pizza in one hand with two VHS Blockbuster rentals on top. In his other hand he had a bag that was full of chips, drinks, and my favorite chocolate bars— Reese's. Smiling at the sight of the familiar orange candy wrapper, I reached out to take the box of pizza from him.
“Where’s Noah?” he asked as he followed me into the kitchen.
“Probably at Chelsea’s.” I hadn’t seen my brother since our talk earlier that day, but Chelsea’s was the most likely place he’d be. He couldn’t go more than a few hours away from her. I thought it was adorable the way they were together. Even when they were arguing—which was at least once a day—you could see how much they loved each other shining out of their eyes.
Setting the pizza on the counter, I grabbed a stack of paper plates before opening the box. When I saw what toppings were on the pizza, my heart clenched so hard I had to suck in a deep breath. Half the pizza was covered in enough meat to feed an army—or at least one hungry Zander Brockman. The other half of the pizza had sliced tomatoes, green olives, and just a little bit of bacon. Exactly how I loved my pizza.
He hadn’t called to see if that was what I’d want, he’d just known.
Gulping in a shuddering breath to fight back the urge to break down and sob like a baby again, I busied myself with piling our plates with slices of pizza while Zander fixed us each a glass of the sweet tea he’d brought. I carried our plates into the living room before going back for the videotapes. It was only then that I actually looked at the titles on the Blockbuster boxes.
Z was normally all about action movies, so I was surprised at the first movie. Fear starred one of my favorite actors, Mark Wahlberg, as the obsessed villain who falls in love with the teenaged Reece Witherspoon. Glancing at the second movie, I nearly laughed. I wasn’t a big fan of scary movies, but I’d still watch them if I had someone to watch them with. I had avoided watching Scream, though. Movies that could actually happen were so much worse for me than ones that had monsters and ghosts.
Deciding to get it over with first, I put Scream in the VCR and dropped down on the couch beside Zander.
“You just had to, huh?”
Z grinned at me before taking a huge bite of his pizza. “I got you Wahlberg, baby. That’s about as far as I can go.”
I grinned back. “You’d better not make fun of me if I scream.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He grasped my hand and tugged me toward him. “If you get scared you can hold on to me. I won’t ever let anything happen to you, Anna.”
I melted against his side and rested my head on his shoulder. Watching a scary movie didn’t seem nearly as bad all of a sudden.
Zander
I stretched and had to bite back a groan when my aching body brushed against the warm female snuggled so tightly against me. Blinking open my eyes, I realized that for the second night in a row I’d fallen asleep on the couch with Annabelle in my arms.
Grinning at my good luck, I brushed my lips over her ear and pulled her even tighter against me. Shit, this felt good. Right, so damn right. It didn’t matter that my dick was as hard as a sledgehammer. I wasn’t about to let that fucker ruin the peacefulness of the moment for me. This was my paradise and I wasn’t in any hurry to leave it.
The night before had been perfect. We’d watched movies and eaten pizza. I’d gotten to hold Annabelle during the scary parts of both movies I’d rented and then we’d stretched out together on the couch to watch old episodes of Happy Days before falling asleep. As far as dates went, it had been a great one for me. Considering I’d slept over and hadn’t fucked the brains out of my date, it was definitely a first for me.
My throbbing body didn’t consider it nearly as great as I did, however. I was rock hard and the tip was already damp with need for the beauty sleeping so peacefully in my arms. Biting back a curse, I shifted to try and adjust my aching flesh. Sleeping in my jeans was not something my dick thought was amusing. The way it was pressed into the zipper at that moment was the punishment I obviously deserved.
Annabelle sighed softy and I glanced down at her in time to watch her lashes flutter upward, revealing those incredible blue eyes. As soon as she met my gaze, her pink little tongue slipped out of her mouth to dampen her ripe lips. Groaning, I leaned down to brush my own tongue over her bottom lip.
Just a taste. One. Little. Taste…
I knew it was a mistake as soon as I made contact. Her taste exploded on my tongue and it was like my entire body was set on fire. No one had ever affected me the way that Annabelle did. No one. My dick was now trying to drill its way out of my jeans. I didn’t care. All I wanted was more of her taste on my tongue, her hands on my body, her soft sighs in my ears.
Before I could make the move to take more, she was already demanding it. Soft fingers combed through my hair and pulled my head down until our lips met. I thrust my tongue deep, wanting to taste every square inch of her hot little mouth. My hands developed a mind of their own and started exploring. I touched every inch I could reach, but tried to avoid her amazing tits because I knew once I touched them I’d need to focus all my attention on them to give them justice.
I was lost in the moment. Her taste was making my brain fog over, her fingers tangled in my hair as if she were scared to release me in case I stopped kissing her. I wanted more, yet I didn’t ever want to stop what we were doing to explore what exactly ‘more’ would feel like. Nothing could ever feel better—feel this right—like when I was kissing the girl who owned my motherfucking soul.
Sharp teeth nipped at my bottom lip, surprising me enough to lift my head so that I could see her face. Annabelle was straining against me, trying to get as close to me as humanly possible. The need that was shining back at me from those sky-blue eyes matched my own. “Please,” she moaned. “Z, please.”
I lifted a hand that noticeably trembled with my own need to rub across her kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Please what, baby? What do you want?”
“You,” she whimpered. “I want you. I want…” She trailed off and grasped my hand, bringing it down to her left breast. “Touch me here.”
I cupped her through her shirt and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. How the hell had I missed that? I’d been avoiding looking at her chest all night, but I should have at least noticed that little detail. She fit perfectly in my hand, driving home the fact that this girl was made just for me.
Rubbing my thumb over the hardened nipple, I watched as her eyes half closed and she arched her back, moaning my name. My dick nearly ripped through the zipper and I had to release her long enough to unsnap and unzip my jeans before I hurt myself. I was back to holding her amazing breast in my hand within a second, but her gaze had followed my hand as I’d rearranged myself. The need that had been shining in her eyes just moments ago became an inferno as she gazed down at my throbbing dick tenting out of my jeans through my boxers.
Under her watchful gaze, my dick flexed, enjoying her attention and wanting more. Curious, she lifted her eyes back to mine and I saw the silent plea in those blue depths. “Can I?” she asked almost shyly.
Ah, fuck. There was no way I could turn this girl down, but I knew as soon as she touched me that I’d lose what was left of my restraint and take things further than I was sure she was ready for.
As if she knew my inner battle, she smiled that smile I loved so fucking much and stroked her fingers over my stubble-roughened jaw. That smile said so many things. That she got me. That she understood. That she was mine. “It’s okay,” she murmured and brushed her lips over my chin. “You can just kiss me again if you don’t want me to touch you.”