172 Thank God

~ ZEV ~

Still standing behind her, Zev took one of her hands, and instead of bringing it to her breast and squeezing as he was fantasizing about, he guided it into the sleeve of the jacket—first one, then the other. Then he smoothed the two, double-breasted panels across her stomach and chest, his trembling fingers fitting the buttons in the loops so the high, fur neck cradled her jaw.

His body screamed at him to touch, to taste, to take—his pulse thumping in his ears faster and faster as he imagined it. But he fought. He could have her now, he knew. If he asked, she'd say yes—he could smell her arousal. But… but it would be rushed. Hurried. And he'd been waiting too long for this. He wanted to savor her.

So when he had the buttons secure, he dropped his chin, intending to tell her to put on the leggings, but his breath fluttered in her hair and where it parted over her shoulder, he saw her gooseprickles rise.