Chapter Twelve

“Zoey...”

He kissed me, his hands tangling in my hair this time. He tasted like pure lust and I had to have him.

I reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up. He broke from the kiss just long enough for the fabric to go over his head, but then his lips were back on mine.

My palms spread out on his chest. He was so warm. So muscular. So real that I was glad there was no way I could possibly be dreaming this. There was no way that I could imagine the solidness and the heat of him.

I pulled off my own wet shirt, tossing it to the kitchen floor.

He hissed his pleasure, his eyes looking me over with reverence. I felt beautiful when he looked at me like that. Like he'd never imagined anyone could look this amazing with their shirt off. I knew I wasn't anything special, but when he looked at me like that, I felt like a freaking super model.

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I loved the way his eyes dilated as he saw me. I loved the little hitch in his breath and the way his stom