Page 158 of Dirty Like Zane
We kissed and just lay like this for a long time. Kissing, breathing… hearts pounding. I closed my eyes and I could feel her pulse, beating againstme.
Eventually, I found my voice. “I’m allsticky.”
“Me too.” I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know she wassmiling.
“I’m lying in the wet spot. Is that love orwhat?”
“Hate to tell you. We’re both in the wetspot.”
I tugged halfheartedly at the belt that still bound my wrists behind her back. “I can’t get up. Nothingworks.”
“Samehere.”
“I’ve lost the feeling in myhands.”
She laughed. “Poorbaby.”
Yup; feisty asfuck.
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After the killer morning sex,we had breakfast in the hotel room, then showered together. Predictably, we ended up having more sex in the shower… steamy, slowsex.
Maybe it was because she’d unbelted my hands and they were now free to roam all over her hot, slippery-wet body, but I literally could not keep my hands offher.
I hiked her legs up around my hips and screwed her up against the wall… Then I washed her and dried her,too.
Then we stood at the his-and-her sinks and got ready for our day together, and you knowwhat?
It was the best morning I’d everhad.
Ever.
Had plenty of mornings waking up in a pile of naked chicks with a hangover, and those were alright, too. For different reasons. Glad I’d experienced them, in away.
Butthis?
I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Just hanging out with Maggie, listening to her talk about what she had to do today (I’d asked her), and how she felt about the big announcement at dinner last night (I’d also asked), and watching her get dressed. Just being close to her and doing stupid regular shit. Enjoying eachother.
No drama orfighting.
Feeling all cozy with her in the hotel suite, with the fireplace on and the lights dimmed low as we gradually started our day. Soaking up the husky-soft sound of her voice and the feminine scents of her lotion and the girly stuff she put in herhair.
And all her littleidiosyncrasies.
The way she laid her toothbrush and toothpaste perfectly parallel to one another and perpendicular to the edge of thecounter.
The way she jiggled her tits into her bra cups and hiked them up—no idea how I’d missed that maneuverbefore.
The way she flattened her naturally-straight hair with a straightener and fussed over it until it was glossy-smooth.
The way she answered her phone, “Hey, sweet stuff,” when Katie called. I’d never heard that one before, but it was cute as shit. We were out in the living room and she was organizing shit in her purse when her phone rang; she even did this girly laugh, then gave me a dirty look, taking the phone into the bathroom when she realized I waslistening.
Cute.
So cute, I was probably gonna have to fuck her again—asap.
Shitty fact: I was definitely gonna mess up her hair while I did it, and she was gonna be annoyed aboutit.
