True Bliss (22 page)

A week of night shift and I am exhausted. And if you thought I was pent up before I started my field training rotation, then times that by ten now. Kate and I have barely seen each other, let alone done anything to each other. That third date seems like a distant dream to us right now. I get home to Kate dressed and ready to leave for work, and by the time she gets home, we have enough time to eat dinner together and maybe sit and talk for a little while before I'm getting ready for another shift. It's been hell, and definitely an eye opener as to what life is going to be like as a rookie cop on the streets once I graduate.

Don't ask me why, but although we've only been on two dates, everything between us has been intensified. It must be because we're living together. To be honest, I don't think I would have liked it any other way. So I really do owe Mac a drink when all of this is said and done-and she's drinking again, of course-since it was her crazy hairball matchmaking plan that put the kick up my ass.

It's not surprising that Kate and I have taken to texting to talk to each other since my job and her job are starting to get in the way of us being able to spend any significant time together. I'm missing her, and it makes me feel a hell of a lot less girly to know that she is missing me just as much.

As the week drags on, and the weekend arrives, the texts between us have turned rather heated, and this afternoon is no exception.

Kate: Would it be bad if I just took matters into my own hands tonight?

Zander: Not helping, babe. Now all I can think about is your hands touching everywhere that my hands, mouth and dick should be.

Ten minutes later, she replies.

Kate: God, I wish you were with me right now.

Zander: Babe, you're killing me here.

Kate: The waiting is killing us both then.

Zander: Is that why you took a bath last night?

Kate: Well, I was rather 'tense' after our texts yesterday. I thought it would be fairer if I 'relaxed' when you weren't home. You know, just how you 'relaxed' in the shower without me this morning when you got home from your shift. The difference being I heard every torturous groan.

It is nearly 6 p.m., and Kate is due home any minute. I decide that enough is enough. We need to go out on our date, tonight. No more waiting, no long term planning.

I hear the rattle of the front door handle and get up off the floor from doing my push-ups, leaning against the kitchen counter wearing my workout shorts and nothing else.

“Zan, I'm …”

She spins around and stops short when she sees me. She's wearing a sleeveless black dress that falls a few inches above her knees and has a deep, round neck that skims the top of her breasts. One look at her and I'm hard as granite in less than a second.

“Come here,” I say hoarsely.

She drops her bag at the door, kicks her heels off, and runs toward me, jumping up just as I stand and brace myself to catch her. Our mouths crash together, and we're all tongues and lips as we try to get impossibly closer to each other. My hands cup her ass as her hands cup my cheeks. She sucks my tongue in the way she knows drives me crazy and I lose control.

I spin around and sit her on the kitchen counter. Her hands tangle in my hair as I drag my hands down her body resting them on her hips. She catches my bottom lip in her teeth, and I growl into her mouth as I plunder her mouth with renewed veracity. She pulls away and I trail my lips along her jaw, kissing her neck.

“We should...Zan…” Her voice trails off as I suck hard below her ear. “Argh, fuck that feels good,” she moans.

“We should stop,” I murmur against her skin, continuing to work my way down her neck to the hollow of her throat.

“No! Don't stop.”

I stop and pull back, looking at her intently. We're both breathing heavily, the air between us crackling as the seconds stretch out.

Running a hand through my hair, I look to the floor, trying to calm myself down. I want this so fucking bad it hurts, but Kate's rule is important to her; I know this. I don't want her to have any regrets, or any thoughts that we rushed this. I don't want her to question anything about being with me, about us.

I look back up to meet her eyes, and they have gone soft.

“Zan, it's okay. I want this. I need this.”

KATE

With my legs still wrapped around his hips, and my hands woven through his hair, we just stare at each other. His eyes are full of hunger, reflecting everything he's seeing in mine.

“But you said…”

“You wanted the third date.”

“Screw the third date,” he says before he slams his mouth hard against mine again and reaches behind me, fumbling for the zipper of my dress before pulling it down and watching as I pull my dress away from my shoulders.

“Screw me instead,” I say, whimpering as he unclasps my bra, throwing it over his shoulder before taking one of my aching nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and making me wetter than I thought possible from foreplay. Hell, this is pre-foreplay, and I'm already prepared to beg for his cock to be inside me.

“Babe, I'm yours. Have been for a while now.” He puts a hand on my shoulders and pushes me down so that my bare back is touching the cold countertop. He runs his hands over my breasts, stroking and tugging on my hard nipples before grabbing my dress and shimmying it down my body until I'm lying there in nothing but a red lace thong.

“God, I wish I could take my time with you,” he hums as he hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them down my legs, baring my naked pussy to him for the first time. “Fucking perfect,” he mutters before leaning down and covering my clit with his mouth and sucking hard, flicking the hard nub with his tongue over and over until I'm writhing around him. My thighs clench his shoulders, and my hands go to the back of his head as my body struggles to hold back. He's even better than in my dreams.

He adds one finger, then two, pushing them inside me and easing them in and out, creating a devastating rhythm with his tongue. This is better than anything I could have imagined. Real life Zander, his mouth between my legs, his fingers thrusting inside my pussy. I feel my climax building far too soon. Way too fast.

Without warning, he lightly scrapes his teeth against my clit and adds a third finger, and I come hard around him, arching my back and crying out his name. I even think I called him God a few times too, but in that moment, he was a god.

He grabs my hands, which may have pulled some of his hair out and pulls me up so that we're chest to chest again. I reach between us and palm his hard length through his shorts. “Babe, you keep that up and it'll be over before it begins.”

“I need more. You need more.” I slip my hand under the waistband and wrap my hand around his cock, my fingers not able to touch around him. My eyes widen and he grins at me before kissing me again, his lips meshing with mine as his tongue invades my mouth in a sweet, welcome assault.

I squeal when he leans over and reaches beside me, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a condom, then handing it to me before snaking his hands around my back and pulling me hard into his body.

Grabbing my ass, I squeal as he lifts me from the counter with apparent ease and carries me to the couch.

Kneeling on the floor, he sits me on the edge of the couch while he stands to pull his shorts off, giving me my first unadulterated view of every inch of his G.O.G body.

“Like what you see, babe?”

“Always have,” I say, looking up at him. He growls and kneels in front of me again. I wrap my fingers around him again, stroking his cock, skin on skin for the first time. He feels so damn good in my hands.

 “God, you're beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy in the fucking world right now.” His voice is low and husky, and my pussy clenches instinctually.

“Need you, Zan,” I whisper, kissing his lips and speeding up my hand on his cock. His breathing becomes labored, and I can see sweat beading on his forehead. He reaches down and stills my hand, giving me a cheeky grin which turns heated when I rip the condom wrapper and reach down, rolling the latex over his swollen head and down his length, gently cupping his balls before shifting my hips in line with his, wrapping my legs around him and positioning the tip of his pulsating cock inside of me.

I lift my hand back to his neck and pull him in for a slow, teasing kiss. I move my mouth to his ear. “Take me, Zan. I know you want to.”

He pulls his hips back and thrusts deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me flush against him as he holds still, buried to the hilt. Nipping my neck with his teeth, he growls as my body accommodates him. He leans up, and we stare at each other. I look down to where we are joined and flex my kegels, making him groan. “Fuck!”

He thrusts deep again, making my head fall back as the pleasure of every lunge forward he makes threatens to overcome me. My nails dig into his back, holding on for dear life as he proceeds to fuck the living daylights out of me.

Why the hell did we wait so long?

Reaching down, he moves his thumb hard and fast against my clit, and I buck wildly against him as I start panting. “Babe, I can feel you. You're close again, aren't you?” he asks. I nod my head profusely as I seek out his mouth, whimpering as I kiss him deeply, moving my hips fast to meet his. With one last deep thrust, I'm thrown head first over the edge, catapulted into an orgasm that wracks my entire body as a tidal wave of pleasure sweeps through me. Zander's body goes rigid as he finds his own climax. Our bodies stick together as we slump on the couch, and I welcome the weight of his body on mine as we wait for our heart rates to subside.

He lifts his head and gives me a slow, languid kiss. I love that he can be so soft and gentle after losing control like that.

So much for three dates.

ZANDER

This time it isn't going to be rushed. My tongue rubs against hers in slow, languorous strokes as I carry her in my arms into her room. I walk into her room and use my foot to slam the door closed behind me. Walking to the bed, I put my knee down and gently lay her underneath me. She loops her arms around my neck and stares up at me. Her bright blue eyes bore into my soul, branding this moment onto my very being. Her sex mussed hair and flushed cheeks give away exactly how good our kitchen encounter was for her. 

Hell, I'm still coming down from the high myself.

“Hey you,” I say, bending down and kissing her nose before rubbing mine softly against hers, moving down until my lips are gently pressed against hers.

“Hi.”

I'm savoring the taste of her, the taste of us together. Relishing every single second of this moment. Kate, my firebird, finally with me in every way possible. I brace my arms on either side of her body, holding my weight off her as I continue to stare down at her.

I've always wondered what it would feel like to be this connected to someone.

My mother told me that she knew my father was the one within a few weeks of meeting him. I didn't believe her because my memories of my father are still so clouded by his behavior in the years leading up to his death. But she said that she felt something deep within her soul when she looked at him, touched him, kissed him...she said she felt claimed.

Kate has me, all of me. I feel claimed.

I'm totally caught. Hook, line and sinker.

KATE

A month later

I'm happy. I'm actually happy. Over the moon, deliriously jubilant, feeling as if I'm on top of the freaking world. It's been a month of togetherness. Proper, no holds barred, sexed up togetherness, and every time we're together it just keeps getting better.

I've never felt like this with someone. When I was with Liam, I thought I was in love, but that was naïve, young puppy love. Compared to what I'm feeling now, it was nothing. It was barely a pinprick in the soul.

It may be too soon; I may get hurt. But I could also cross the street tomorrow and get hit by a truck. Life's too short to worry about how long you've been with someone, and whether it's too soon to fall in love. I think a part of me fell in love with Zan the night he told me I was worth a lifetime of making love to. Most guys would have gone for the night of hot drunken sex. But not him.

And as you might have guessed, Zander never moved back to his apartment with Zach. When Zach finally called to say the apartment was ready, we talked about it, and I asked him if he'd like to stay living together. I took his tackle hug to the floor, and the subsequent three orgasms he bestowed on me as acceptance enough.

We've talked about fantasies. Things I've never had a chance to do with a man because I've never been in a relationship like this. We can both be ourselves. We don't have to hide or pretend. I don't want to jinx it, but I'm definitely considering the possibility that I've finally found what I've been searching for.