by Emma Salah
She stared up at him. “Thanks.”
“But the thong has to go.”
And he didn’t waste any time getting that done. He pulled it down.
“Lift up,” he told her.
She lifted up and he easily slid it off, dropping it to the ground. He stroked Reagan’s inner thighs, coming close to her center, and almost smiled when her breathing deepened.
“Stop teasing me,” she whispered.
“Am I teasing you?” he asked, amused.
“You know you are.”
He could see glimpses of how wet and puffy her pussy looked. Fuck, he knew exactly how he was teasing her, but did he care? Not particularly, no, because he wanted her on the edge of her seat, literally and figuratively. I want her out of her mind with pleasure and her thoughts to be consumed with nothing but me. And when she was right at her peak, he’d leave her, cursing him out and spitting mad.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do, Ree, and maybe I’ll consider doing it.”
She opened her mouth to answer the question, but he stole the words from her mouth. He kissed her. She moaned, kissing him back enthusiastically. She tasted like her—brilliance and sunshine all rolled into one with a hint of cinnamon, her favorite flavor in her coffee. He broke the kiss, not because he wanted to stop, but because he was dying to taste her somewhere else. Just a little, he told himself, and then I’ll stop and she’ll see how much of an asshole I am.
Her eyes were still closed as he pressed a hand to her stomach.
“Lean back.”
He dropped to his knees before her, gripping her waist as she did what he asked and leaned back, legs wide open, her feet still on the arms of the chair. Tipping her hips upwards using his hold on her waist, it gave him his first full look of her. His cock thickened and grew. Fuck, so pretty. Completely bare. And so fucking wet. He breathed in deep, her musky and sweet smell. He groaned, so good and so damn addictive, it washed away all of his other plans.
“Do you know how fucking perfect your pussy is?”
She let out a startled laugh. “Um, no?”
“Well, it is. Just fucking perfect.”
Zac pressed his mouth gently on her right inner thigh. The scent of her was strong here and he wanted more and more. He ran his tongue downwards, until he reached the lips of her pussy. He licked her and she shook.
Her hands slid into his hair, clinging, crying out as his tongue brushed her clit. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, not until you give me exactly what I want.
“Zac!”
He had no thoughts in his head other than pleasuring her. He forgot about her family and his and that he never planned to go this far. He wanted her a quivering mess, to be left wrecked by him. Zac caressed her thighs as he enjoyed the taste of her. He hummed against her and she cried out his name again, his cock throbbing in his jeans. Fuck yes, nothing got him going more than having Ree say his name like he was giving her so much pleasure she couldn’t contain herself. I love knowing that she craves me as much as I crave her.
He plunged his tongue inside of her and her core tightened. She rocked into his mouth as he flicked his tongue, before pulling out and then into her again. He pressed his palm desperately against his jeans to stop himself from shooting his come like a teenager. His body felt hot, his leather jacket separating him from what he truly wanted, which was to be skin against skin. To feel her heart beating beneath his.
He used his teeth, scrapping her clit, before sucking her into his mouth as he ate her out in earnest. Her hands fell away from his hair and she fell backwards onto her desk, spine arching, legs quivering. When he felt her pussy tightening even further around his tongue, he knew she was close and even though he couldn’t reach in deep enough, to really hit the spot that would make her come, he was determined to make her go over. Come on, Ree, give me what I want. He flattened his tongue over the little pearl, rubbing it continuously. And then she came. Her taste flooded his mouth and he knew he was going to remember it for the rest of his life. She muffled her scream by placing her hand over her mouth. Her body jerked and still he didn’t stop, just kept licking her, nibbling her clit, even when he knew how sensitive she must be, extending her orgasm further. She moaned.
Fuck, all I want to do is to unzip myself, pull out my cock and thrust into her. He was so desperate for it, he could already imagine and feel her coming around him as he gently coaxed another orgasm out of her. Except that wasn’t the plan. It’d only hurt her more if he let her assume this was more than the physical between them and he’d already given in to her more than he was supposed to. Right now, he was in control and he needed to keep it that way. He gave one last swipe of his tongue before he finally pulled away. Pulling down her skirt, he covered her up, noticing that she wasn’t moving anymore, completely wiped out.
Zac got to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Not that he couldn’t still taste her. He stared down at her lying flat on her back, her hair a mess around her face, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes dilated. He was going to be jerking himself later at home, remembering her smell and taste and the way she looked. She is gorgeous.
“Um...” she started, before her voice trailed off.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7:30 pm. Text you more about it tomorrow,” he said, smiling. “You don’t need to see me out.”
He was about to walk away when he noticed the white thong on the floor. Without even thinking about it, he picked it up and stuffed it into his back pocket.
“This is mine,” he told her.
“Okay,” she said, nodding.
He grinned. “If I had known all it took to get you to be so agreeable was to put my mouth on you, I would have done this a long time ago.”
Reagan didn’t even reply as Zac left.
Shutting the door behind himself, he walked two steps when he heard the unmistakable sound of Reagan’s head hitting the desk and her whispering “stupid, stupid” over and over again.
Zac grinned as he walked down the hall. Oh yeah, Reagan Thomas had no idea what she had gotten herself into. By the end of the week, she was going to realize just how “stupid” it was to date him.
Chapter Eleven
Reagan stood in her bedroom, in front of her mirror. She stared at the dress she wore with a grimace. It was a cream-colored dress with a one-shoulder strap. It was loose around her breasts and then grew tight around her ass and thighs, before it ended at her calves. She pulled her hair up in an elaborate bun that had taken her most of the day to master—thank you, internet tutorials! And she paired the dress with laced open-toe stilettos, quite similar to the ones she had been wearing at her office yesterday, but these were white to match her dress. Overall, it worked, but still there was something missing. And she had no idea what it was.
She let out a squeal of frustration.
“I don’t know! I don’t know!”
She didn’t even have an idea of where they were going tonight. Zac had only sent her one text: I’ll be over at 7:30 pm. Dress formal. And that was it! No hint or clue about where they were going, beyond “dress formal.” But what did that mean? Were they going to an event? An opening of some sort? To a restaurant? To a party? There were so many places he could be taking her to, and the possibilities were killing her.
Reagan was not the best at getting dressed for a normal event, but when she had barely any information to go on, she was terrible.
Her phone rang. She looked over her shoulder, to where she had left it on her bed. She reached over and grabbed it. She answered it on the second ring.
“Are you freaking out?” Letty asked immediately.
She laughed, going for confident, but instead sounding maniac.
“No.”
“Yeah, you are. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Okay, yes. I’m freaking the fuck out. Help,” she urg
ed Letty. “I have no idea what to wear and Zac’s meant to be here in...”
She looked at her alarm clock on her bedside table (luckily, she managed to fix it, so now Callum would never know) and groaned.
“Thirty minutes. I’m so screwed.”
“What are you wearing now?”
“Here, let me send you a pic.”
Reagan took a picture of herself and sent it to Letty. She waited for a few seconds, while Letty received it.
“Girl,” Letty said, “that dress is hot! And it does amazing things for your ass.”
“You think so?” Reagan asked, hesitantly.
“Yes! Stop worrying, Reagan.”
Letty was right. Zac was going to see that dating her was the best decision of his life and that he wasn’t going to be disappointed. Or bored. She needed to stop worrying.
“It’s going to be okay,” Letty assured her. “Now go and have fun. Can’t wait to hear all about it tomorrow!”
Reagan was still laughing even as she hung up.
She threw her phone back onto her bed. She looked at herself in the mirror again. Okay, so what if she didn’t have the biggest boobs or ass in the world? Zac seemed to like her body well enough. He had sex with her both at Steven’s party and at her dad’s house like he couldn’t get enough of her. And that sound he had made when he was eating her out on her work desk? Oh, that had turned her on almost as much as what his mouth was doing. And not to mention, she liked herself.
She cocked her shoulders back. Tonight, she was going to relax and have fun and let Zac show her what “dating” him meant. And for the first time since the morning, she was excited.
Half an hour later, exactly at 7:30 pm, the doorbell rang.
Reagan walked out of her bedroom, down the hallway to the front door. She smoothed her dress, taking a deep breath. You can do this, Reagan. You’ve only been waiting for this day to come for ten years. This is your moment.
She opened the door.
“Holy shit.”
She hadn’t even realized she had said that aloud. She was too mesmerized by the sight of Zachariah Quinn in a suit. But where the one at Steven’s party had been a charcoal gray, this was a gray that was essentially black. It was form fitting, showcasing his slim waist and broad shoulders. His hair was perfect and slicked back so she could see his face in all its natural glory. Unlike the shadow he had been rocking yesterday, he was clean shaven. His blue piercing eyes met hers.
“Good evening, Reagan,” he said, smiling. “These are for you.”
She only noticed the bouquet of roses he was holding when he held them out to her.
“You got me flowers?” she whispered, a small line forming between her eyebrows.
She took them from him and—because isn’t that what everyone is supposed to do?—she pressed her nose to one of the roses and breathed in deep. Mm, roses smell like roses. Good to know.
“I hope you like them.”
She nodded at him. “Thank you.”
No one had ever given her flowers before.
“You’re welcome.”
“I didn’t think you were the kind of boy who gives a girl flowers.”
“This is a date.” He shrugged. “And every girl deserves flowers.”
“Way to make me feel special.”
When he said nothing, Reagan’s frown deepened.
“Okay, let me just put them in a vase,” she said. “Come in. It will only take a sec.”
He stepped into her house as she spun away and went to find a vase. She found one in her kitchen. She dumped the roses in it, filled it with water and left it sitting on her windowsill. Reagan hurried back to the living room. Zac was in the middle of the hall, waiting for her. Could the man be any more gorgeous? Be still, my over-beating heart.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
She grabbed her coat and was about to put it on, when he stopped her.
“Here, let me help you.”
He took the coat from her and held it out. She put her arms in and Zac helped her into it. She shivered when his fingers skimmed her bare neck. He held out an arm and she placed her hand gently on the inside of his elbow.
“I didn’t know you were such a gentleman,” Reagan murmured as they exited her house, shutting the door behind her.
They walked out the apartment complex together, arm in arm. At 7:30 pm, during summer, it was warm evening though the sun had just set. The sky was a navy color and there was barely a single cloud. A perfect still summer night.
“I’ve always been a gentleman,” he replied.
“Mm, I guess you were a gentleman yesterday when you ate me out without asking for anything in return,” she teased.
Zac said nothing. Okay, then, she thought, biting her lip. She glanced at him, but he didn’t look angry at her comment. He looked calm. I guess he has nothing to say or he’s nervous? This was a huge step for both of them.
His black Lexus was parked right out front and they made their way towards it.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look yet?” he suddenly asked her.
She shook her head.
“You look beautiful.”
Wow. She almost melted entirely from his words.
They reached his car and he opened the door for her. Yeah, definitely a gentleman. She could get used to that. Reagan slid inside. He walked around the car and into the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
She expected him to say something like “it’s a surprise,” but he shocked her by telling her the truth.
“We’re going to La Maison restaurant,” Zac said, as he drove them down the road.
“La Maison? That’s a really fancy restaurant.”
He shot her a small smile.
“You know,” she said, “I wouldn’t mind just hitting a burger joint or that little pizza joint we went to last year near your place—what was it called?”
He shrugged. “Can’t remember.”
“Nigel’s Pizza!” Reagan recalled, clapping her hands together. “Their pizza was amazing!”
Her mouth watered just remembering how the cheese had tasted and how fresh the ingredients were. And the way Zac had teased her about her pizza choices: he didn’t think pineapple counted as a topping, but it definitely did. And when it was paired with prawns, it was wonderful.
“Reagan,” Zac said, calmly, pulling her out of her memories. “I already made reservations for La Maison.”
“Oh.”
She slouched in her seat, deflated.
The rest of the journey was taken up in silence. It took them thirty minutes to get there. It was a long time of just dead air and it gave Reagan a lot of time to think. What the hell was going through Zac’s mind? Is he angry with me? He had seemed fine yesterday and usually when he was quiet, it was because he’d lost a game or it had something to do with his parents. Since Reagan didn’t think it was the latter—surely she’d know if his dad or mom were up to something—then it must be because he had a bad practice. Yep, she nodded to herself, that must be it.
“We’re here,” Zac announced.
He stopped the car right in front of the restaurant. Reagan reached for the handle.
“Wait! Let me get that for you.”
He got out of the car and, before she could tell him there was no need since she had been opening and closing doors for far longer than she had been tying her own shoes and brushing her own teeth, he had rounded the car and helped her out. He shut the door.
“Thank you. I’ve always needed a strong man to help me with those pesky little things.” She grinned at him.
Zac stared at her. “A gentleman always helps a lady.”
The grin slowly slipped off her face. “I just meant... Never mind.”
The restaurant was so fancy it had valet par
king. Zac handed his keys over to the man standing behind the podium. He pressed a hand to Reagan’s back and walked them into the restaurant.
A woman wearing one of those sophisticated waitress outfits greeted them.
“Good evening, Mr. Quinn and Miss Thomas, could I please take your coat?”
Nice, they knew who they were. Talk about celebrity status. She wanted to say that to Zac, but something made her swallow her words. If he was upset because of practice, maybe it would be best if she gave him a while to get out of this funk. Again, Zac helped her with her coat and handed it over to the woman.
“Simmons will show you both to your table,” she told them.
A man appeared out of nowhere. He indicated for them to follow and began walking. Simmons pushed open the double doors and escorted them to a table tucked away in the corner. The restaurant was mostly full, but no one turned and looked at them. Most people were preoccupied with themselves.
La Maison was decorated in shades of white and orange with a chandelier in the center, dripping crystals. The lights were dim. There was a single candle in the middle of their table and it was mostly there for ambience. It was so romantic and perfect.
“Thank you,” she said to the waiter, with a smile as she sat down.
Zac got into his seat across from her.
“I’ll leave you alone for a moment while you decide,” Simmons said, before disappearing.
“This place is fancy,” she said, ogling the tableware. “Look, isn’t that Michelle McFadden, media mogul?”
“Most of the people who come here are famous or semi-famous,” Zac said, casually as he flicked through the menu. “That’s why this restaurant is really well-known. They’re very good at privacy.”
Mm, that would make sense. Reagan opened her menu and looked at her choices.
“What are you planning on getting?” she asked. “I was thinking of getting steak. Everything else seems a bit too fancy.”
Zac closed his menu and looked her right in the eye, suddenly very serious.
“Do you not like the place, Reagan?”
She shook her head. “No. I love it! It’s perfect.”