Free A SEALed Fate by Nikki Winter Page B

back down. “Stop trying to distract me from what we both so obviously want.” With his arms around her waist and his hands gripping her behind, he jerked her against his chest.
    She glared down at him. “Your mental and physical health repaired by professionals?”
    He smirked. “Poor attempt at pissing me off, Z.”
    Her nails dug into his shoulders. “You frustrate me on so many levels.”
    “I know, baby.” One hand reached up to firmly grip the nape of her neck, pulling her head down, her lips closer to his own. “I know...” He swallowed whatever it was she was about to say next, taking advantage of the moment she parted her lips to thrust his tongue inside her mouth, parrying it with her own in a dance that had his cock bouncing. How many times had he kicked himself for not doing this years ago? How many times had he fantasized about Zuly, pliant in his arms, just like this? How many more times could he walk away from the temptation that was her mouth, her body?
    The answer to that particular question resounded in his head without even a moment’s hesitation. None.
    Fitz’s hands pulled at the straps on Zuly’s dress and bra, tugging them down, until she gripped his wrists and stopped him. The golden orbs he knew so well bore into his own before she softly said, “Let me.”
    He swallowed, let go and watched with anticipation as she stood from his lap and shimmied out of the floral cloth shielding her from his view just to stand before him in no more than a demi-bra and extremely small lace panties.
    “There is a God...and he apparently has some form of mercy for my twisted soul,” Fitz muttered as she resituated herself in his lap, their groins meeting in the slightest of brushes, causing mutual moans of pleasure to emerge from their mouths right before their lips connected once again in the sweetest fusing known to man.
    His palms road high on her legs, his thumbs playing just at the skin above her panty line as he listened to the way her breathing changed, felt the tremble in her hands as she smoothed them along his shoulders and beneath the fabric of his robe.
    Fitz broke their kiss to nip the tendon just below her jaw, smiling when her inhales turned choppy. “Lie to me and say you don’t belong to me, Zuly.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of her boy shorts, tugging. “Lie to me and say you don’t feel the same way I do.”
    The way she stared at him right then. The look in her eyes, the way her lashes lifted and lowered, healed something inside him that he’d thought irreparable. Her hips moved in a slow roll that made his breath leave him on a shuddered sigh as she answered, “It would be pointless, Fitz.” She peered at him, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she raked her nails down his chest. “Because I’ve never been able to lie to you.”
    Every kiss was drugging in its effects. The more he received, the more he wanted. The freedom to finally touch Zuly like this–hold her like this–made his movements frantic as he pulled off his robe, tossing it to the other side of the room. Ripping her panties came instinctively, but when he reached for her bra she popped his hands.
    “No, sir! This contraption was not cheap!”
    His brows drew up at the way sir seemed to come so easily from her. “Off. Take. It. Off.”
    Her lips twitched and then, as though by magic, the lace confection was gone, suffering the same fate as his robe. The swells of her perfect breasts bounced free and his mouth watered, hungry to wrap itself around one pert, blackberry nipple until she made him let go. He brought her flush against him again and groaned as the head of his cock slid through the sticky wetness between the lips of her sex.
    “I don’t think you know how many times I’ve thought about this.” He gripped her waist, making her ride the ridge of his erection as he nibbled on the lobe of her left ear. “I don’t think you know just how badly I’ve needed this.”
    “Then show