Page 20 of Finding Haven (Haven #2)

Zack

I wasn’t prepared for the way it would feel to have Quinn in my home.

I told her that it had been a long time since I’ve brought a woman here.

The truth is, she’s the first one. After Tiffany, I made a promise to myself to never again get close to a woman.

My heart wouldn’t survive that kind of devastation a second time.

Yet here I am, breaking my own damn rule for the stunning woman in front of me.

Then take me.

She has no fucking idea what she’s inviting me to do, no idea just how little of my restraint I’m currently holding on to.

I wasn’t lying when I told her that I won’t be able to be gentle with her.

That I have no desire to be gentle with her, but she deserves someone who is going to take their time.

I grasp her hips in my hands, pulling her body against mine as I lower my mouth to hers.

Her lips are soft and pliant as I swipe my tongue against them, a silent request for her to open for me.

Her breath hitches as her lips part, allowing me to deepen the kiss as my fingers slip beneath the fabric of her shirt.

Her hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer as her tongue flicks against mine, a deep groan rumbling from my chest.

I move my hand down to her ass as I grind my hips into hers.

I want her to feel exactly what she’s doing to me.

How hard she’s making me. Her hands drop to my waist, fingers teasing along the waistband of my jeans.

She nips at my lower lip as she works to unfasten my belt, and I fight against the desire to lean into her touch.

As much as I want to feel her hand wrapped around my cock, tonight isn’t about me.

There’s no fucking way that I’ll be coming before she does. Grasping her hands in mine, I hold her wrists together as I take a small step back to meet her gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted as her chest rises and falls with panting breaths.

“Ready to let me take control, Sugar?” I ask. Based on everything she has told me so far, I’m guessing this won’t be an easy decision for her to make. If she lets me, I would love to show her just how freeing it can be when you relinquish control.

Her eyes hold mine as her teeth scrape over her bottom lip. With a nod, she says, “Tell me what to do, Z.”

Another request with repercussions she doesn’t fully understand.

Using my hold on her hands, I pull her towards me and begin to graze the tips of my fingers up her arms. She shivers from the sensation.

I brush the strands of her hair off her shoulder and lean down, pressing a kiss to the crook of her shoulder before slowly trailing my lips along her neck.

“Take your pants off,” I rasp, nipping gently just beneath her ear.

She doesn’t shy away from my command.

She doesn't hesitate to listen.

Her hands move to the front of her jeans, her storm-filled blue eyes locked on mine as she unbuttons them, slowly gliding them off of her hips and down her legs, carefully avoiding the pump on her upper thigh.

Her cheeks flush as she kicks them aside.

“Now what?” she murmurs, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt.

“Get on the counter, Quinn,” I demand, fighting back a growl.

Her eyes shift to the marble countertop and then back to mine. “On the counter?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” I growl, my hands finding her hips as I guide her back until her ass is pressed against the edge of the counter.

She shakes her head, a small smirk playing on her lips as her wide eyes hold my gaze.

I watch as she places both palms on either side of her body.

She giggles as she jumps to lift herself up onto the counter, her breath hitching as the cool marble meets her heated skin.

I can’t help the smile that slips from my controlled demeanor or the soft chuckle that comes from my chest as I watch her.

She’s smiling as she reaches for me, pulling me in by the shoulders.

Her hands move to the back of my neck, fingers combing through my hair as her lips find mine.

Having her in my arms and feeling her hands exploring my body is making me ravenous.

Feral. I need to feel her, to taste her.

I feel my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans as she trails her lips along my jaw.

I keep one hand on her hip as I slip the other between her thighs, teasing her cunt through the lace already dampened with her arousal.

“You’ve been torturing me with this pretty pussy, Sugar.

” I growl, guiding my fingers along her fabric-covered slit.

“I’m dying to taste you. I need to feel you shatter on my tongue.

” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as our eyes meet.

I reach up and pull at it with my thumb, tugging it free from her bite before leaning in to claim her mouth .

Everything about her is all-consuming, like a newfound addiction settling into my veins.

Seeing her on a screen is nothing compared to finally having her sitting in front of me, her body on display just for me.

I’m the only one who has access to my internal home security cameras.

No one else gets to see her like this. She isn’t doing this for her subscribers or for money. She’s doing this because she wants to.

My hands skim along the hem of her shirt, meeting her gaze in a silent request. She reaches down and gathers the material, pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it to the ground, revealing a dark pink lace bra.

A deep hum rumbles from my chest as I run a finger over the swell of her full breasts. “Did you wear this just for me?”

Her tongue swipes across her lower lip, as she nods.

“Lean back, put your feet on the counter, and spread your legs for me, baby.” The need to see her completely exposed to me is overwhelming.

Knowing that she wore this sexy as fuck lingerie just for me has electric waves crackling over my skin.

I’ve never needed anything else as badly as I need this.

I help her guide her legs up, placing her feet on the hard surface of the counter as she lies back, holding herself up on her forearms as she watches me. With a deep blush crawling up her neck and coating her cheeks, her knees fall to the sides.

“Good girl,” I rasp, running my hands along the smooth skin of her legs.

A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as her body shudders from the touch.

I reach a hand behind my head and grab the collar of my shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it to the ground.

She pulls in a sharp inhale of breath as her eyes roam over my torso, her gaze landing on the large tattoo covering one side of my ribs.

A large phoenix permanently marks my skin, done in black with expert lines and shadowing.

It took multiple sessions to complete, but the graphic details that Ethan was able to create are incredible.

I had the piece done after I accepted my position with The Phoenix Legion as a reminder of all that I have been through and everything I have survived.

“I need to see this pussy, baby,” I say, fingertips gliding along the edge of the pink lace at her hips. “Can I take these off?”

Being in control isn’t about simply taking what I want. While I have every intention of doing exactly that, I will only do so with her consent. I won’t do anything she doesn’t want me to.

She nods in answer, but this time, I need more. “Use your words, Sugar.” My fingers curl around the delicate fabric, preparing to remove it from her body.

“Take them off,” she says, pulling her shoulders back and pushing her breasts towards me.

I hold her gaze, slowly dragging the thong down her legs as she lifts her hips to help me remove the fabric from her body.

I slip the pink lace covered with her arousal into my back pocket, tucking it away for safekeeping.

My mouth waters seeing her pussy fully exposed, my cock pulsing at the sight of her.

“Need to taste you,” I groan, wrapping my arms around her thighs and pulling her ass to the edge of the counter.

“Please, Zack,” she whimpers. The heat of her gaze spurs me on as I lean down and bury my nose against her cunt, inhaling the sweet scent of her.

She moans as I glide the tip of my tongue gently over her clit, a deep groan ripping from my chest as her taste explodes on my tongue.

Giving the swollen bud a few more quick flicks, I circle her clit with my tongue, drawing more soft moans from her lips.

Her thighs tighten around my head, trying to close herself off to the sensation, but I press my hands to the inside of them, holding them open as I exhale over her pussy.

She gasps, her hand darting out to rest on the back of my head.

Her fingers comb through the short length of my hair as I turn my head to softly bite at the inside of her thighs.

She lets out a gasp as I run my tongue over the smooth skin as I bring a hand up to swirl two fingers over her swollen clit.

Her hips lift, pressing into my touch as she eagerly seeks more friction.

“What do you need, baby?” I ask, guiding my fingers along her wet slit, circling them at her entrance but not yet pushing inside.

This woman has been the star of every fantasy that I’ve had lately, and I have no intention of rushing this.

I want to savor the moment, commit every second to memory until there’s absolutely no way I’ll ever forget it.

Until there’s no way I’ll forget the way she tastes on my tongue, the way her body feels beneath my touch, the way she seems to invade my senses.

I won’t stop until I have her body writhing in ecstasy.

“Touch me,” she pleads.

“Is that not what I’m doing?” I tease, gathering a bit of her arousal onto my fingers before moving them back to her clit.

She releases a frustrated growl as she reaches for my hand, grabbing my wrist and guiding my touch lower. The sound combined with her little show of dominance sends a thrill shooting through my body, but she’s not the one in control here.

I am .

“Not yet,” I tell her, yanking my hand away from hers.

“You’re not the one in control here.” Leaning back down, I swipe my tongue over her swollen clit and elicit another moan from her before I begin trailing my lips up the length of her body.

I press kiss after kiss to her bare skin, my body positioned between her thick thighs as I work my way slowly up over her soft belly and towards her tits.

My hands slip around her, finding the clasp of her bra and working it open with my fingers.

She sits up, forcing me to step back as she slips her arms free of the straps and tosses the bra to the floor, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing.

Her nipples are hardened into taut little rosy peaks.

I glide my hands up her torso and grasp one of her breasts in the palm of my hand, rolling her nipple between my index finger and thumb as I wrap my lips around the other.

“Zack!” The way my name falls from her lips has my cock throbbing for attention. But I ignore it. “Please,” she whimpers as I pull her nipple between my teeth, biting it before healing the sting with my tongue.

“That’s right. Beg me, baby,” I rasp, standing back to admire the way her body is writhing. She has no idea what kind of effect her moans of desperation are having on me. No idea how little of my restraint I’m managing to maintain. No other woman has ever had this kind of effect on me.

“Zack, please. Please touch me,” she whimpers, leaning forward to reach for me. Her hand pauses midair and drops back to her side, likely realizing that I’ll only continue to tease her if she tries to take control.

Good girl.

My gaze meets hers as I decide to finally give her what she needs.

I brush two fingers over her clit, circling it and pinching lightly before gliding them farther down.

I ease them into her, a deep guttural groan emanates from my chest as I feel just how wet her pussy is for me.

She tilts her head back, a small moan escaping her lips as her eyes fall shut.

One hand reaches out to grasp my shoulder, holding herself up as her hips roll into my touch.

Curling my fingers forward in a come-hither motion, my thumb finds her clit, applying a gentle pressure as I rub it.

“God, Zack. Yes.” The noises she makes are fuel for the fire blazing through my body as my cock leaks pre-cum against the fabric of my briefs.

I pull my fingers back for a moment, giving her a short moment of reprieve before thrusting them back inside of her, curling them and applying more pressure than before.

“Are you gonna come for me, Sugar?” I don’t need a verbal answer.

Her pussy is clenching around my fingers, spasming as her orgasm rushes to the surface.

Incoherent moans and whimpers fall from her lips as her hips roll into my touch.

She cries out, throwing her head back as pleasure rolls through her body, the evidence of her release pooling in the palm of my hand and dripping through my fingers.

Watching her succumb to the euphoria of my touch is like watching the sun as it ascends over the horizon, chasing away the dark and paving the way for a new beginning.