Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three
Elizabeth’s POV
I rocked from foot to foot, anxiously awaiting Zen’s return. I tried to distract myself from the fantasies running rampant in my head by taking in the interior of the house that I could see. It appeared to be all dark hardwood, with the occasional throw rug. The living room was directly in front of me and had two large dark leather sofas and a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall.
It certainly didn’t look much like an old woman’s house. There weren’t any family photos on the walls and the décor seemed modern. I knew Tom had mentioned years ago that he was hiring someone to remodel the house for resale, but he never could bring himself to put it on the market. At that point, I was glad he made that choice. I could see the kitchen island from where I stood. It had white granite countertops and white cabinets, making it the light in contrast to the dark flooring. The walls were all painted off-white and adorned with various art pieces.
It really did look like a model home. I could see the French doors on the other side of the living room, along with the beautiful pool beyond them. It was covered, seeing as it was fall, but it looked relatively large, with an uncovered stone hot tub in the corner. I glanced to my right and saw a door. Opening it I discovered a large variety of cleaning supplies along with a broom and mop.
“Anything interesting in there?” Zen’s soft voice coming from behind me made me nearly jump from my skin.
“Sweet Jesus!” I shouted, clutching at my chest. His deep and husky chuckle brought me right back to my previous train of thought, and suddenly my heart was racing for another reason.
“Would you like to see your new quarters, my dear Princess?” He asked, bowing gracefully. I giggled, nodding enthusiastically. He laced his hand in mine, guiding me down a narrow hallway until we reached the very last door. He opened it with a grand gesture, and I gasped as I took it in. It was absolutely stunning! It had a king size four poster bed with the fluffiest looking duvet embroidered with cherry blossoms. There was a plush white rug that covered most of the floor and a small chandelier in the center of the room. A darkly stained set of chests and end tables matched the darkly stained doors located on two separate walls of the room. I assumed one was the bathroom and one was the closet. As I stepped inside to explore them, I noticed a large bay window with a built in bench in front of it. Pink and white curtains, matching the cherry blossoms, mostly covered them.
When I finally got to the doors, I noticed one indeed led into a large walk in closet, where Zen had already set his backpack, and the other led into the most beautiful bathroom I had ever seen. The shower had two heads and was encased in glass. Each side had multiple buttons and jets. There was a double vanity and a large Jacuzzi bathtub with built in massagers.
It really was like a Princess suite. I could honestly live there forever. I stepped out of the bathroom to see Zed leaning on one of the bed poles. He was looking dreamily back at me, but I couldn’t understand why. “What?” I asked, still sporting the same smile I had had since walking into this room. He hummed, walking over to me.
“I would like to make it up to you, Princess.” He said his gorgeous eyes boring into mine.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. Make what up to me? I wasn’t following him at all.
“Our first time together. I would like to try again, this time without any weapons involved.” His hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it back and forth. I noticed he did that when he felt unsure.
To be honest, I had hoped we could have a redo, myself. Although my first time was special for me, and felt amazing, it had been a little tainted since knowing the truth. Besides, I had been fantasizing about him basically nonstop since we first did it. It was actually pretty cute that he was asking permission instead of trying to seduce me like I expected him too.
“I would love to.” I answered honestly. His eyes widened in surprise. I expected him to kiss me right away, but instead he moved over to the dresser. He lifted one leg onto the bench beside it, pulling up the bottom of his jeans. From there he unclasped some kind of holster and set it on the dresser. After that, he removed the pistol from his waistband, setting it beside the knife. Lastly, he closed the pink drapes behind the bench. Why was that display so hot?
He turned, already unbuttoning his flannel shirt while sauntering over to me. His seafoam eyes were darkened, raking up and down my body. I instinctively went to cover myself, only to have him shake his head, a smirk playing at his lips. He opened his shirt revealing his toned abdominal muscles sprinkled in scars, then grabbed onto both my hands and pulled me closer to him. My heart was already hammering in my chest, and my face and core were burning up. “You are so fucking sexy.” He whispered, moving one of his hands to run along the swell of my breasts. I shivered at his touch, letting out a soft moan.
He licked his lips before lifting my chin and taking my mouth in his. The kiss wasn’t frantic or controlled, but instead held a sense of vulnerability, as if he was trying to apologize through it. I responded, pouring my acceptance of him into the confident way my tongue brushed against his. This resulted in the kiss becoming much more heated, his breathing picking up by the second. “Zen…” I moaned against his mouth as his hands gripped my hips firmly. He groaned in response.
“I love it when you say my fucking name. God, I wanna see you, baby.” He begged. I lifted my arms, giving him permission to lift my dress over my head. It took him only a second to toss it to the floor. He seemed to have forgotten that I wasn’t wearing underwear, because his eyes immediately widened, then became hooded. He looked like he was ready to pounce, but I wasn’t ready. I wanted to see him too. I put both of my hands on his chest, pushing his flannel off his shoulders in one move. I then moved down to his jeans, unbuttoning them with surprising ease before sliding them down his legs. He had to pause to remove his shoes and socks, but then stepped out of his jeans. I could already see how aroused he was, but I wanted to touch him. I had never gotten the chance before.
I slid my hands into his boxers, slowly pulling them down as I knelt before him. His eyes glazed over with lust as I looked up at him. I reached out and grabbed hold of his erection, causing him to hiss. I had no idea what I was doing, but I enjoyed how it felt in my hands. It was soft, yet hard at the same time, as paradoxical as Zen himself. Although I had no other reference, it seemed rather large and I remembered wondering how it would fit inside me when I saw it for the first time.
“Zen, can I taste you?” I asked, blush creeping up my face as I realized how awkward that was to ask. He didn’t seem to mind. He only nodded, his panting getting faster. When I touched the tip of it with my tongue, Zen cursed under his breath.
“Put your mouth around it, baby.” He urged, his voice rough and deep. I followed his instructions, wrapping my mouth around his erection, allowing my tongue to explore the various dips around the tip. He tasted amazing, clean yet salty. He moaned loudly when I did this, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, Elizabeth.”