Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven
Elizabeth’s POV
My stomach did summersaults when I heard Tom knock on my bedroom door. Almost ten minutes to the second. I adjusted my clothes beneath my comforter, rubbing my thighs together in anticipation. I had changed into short, white cotton shorts and a tight yellow tank top. I usually only used these clothes for pajamas, but I figured they would be sexy enough for Zen.
I didn’t have any skimpy lingerie, since I never needed any, but I did have a somewhat lacy white set from a local boutique. I had originally bought it because of how soft the satin lining in it was. Comfort that just happened to be sexy. This was my life.
Was I crazy for inviting a stranger into my bedroom?
Absolutely.
But, I didn’t care. Even in the ten minutes we were apart, I craved for his touch. My mind was racing with what I would do when I saw him again, and the way my body was reacting to the mere thought of him was driving me wild. I needed Zen. Now. I didn’t care how cheap it made me.
I looked over at the panic button that Tom had installed on my bedside table. Since I insisted my room be soundproof and without cameras, for privacy reasons, they gave me an alternative, should I ever need help. It mostly blended in to the lightly stained wood, and would be hard to spot if you didn’t already know it was there. I was told it sent an alarm to Tom’s devices, but I liked to imagine that flashing red lights would drop from the ceiling if I pressed it. I hoped I wouldn’t ever have to, though. Especially not because of Zen.
Tom stepped aside after turning on the light to my room. He looked hesitant after seeing my outfit, even though I assured him that I was decent. His furrowed brows softened a tad when he met my reassuring smile. He really was like a dad to me. Or a really old big brother. Zen’s handsomeness probably didn’t help him feel at ease. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, standing to my feet just as Zen walked through the door.
He kept his head down, looking intimidated and nervous to be entering my room, making me want to laugh. Judging by how he was behaving in the park, in public, I figured he was just acting. It was adorable to watch, nonetheless. As soon as Tom shut the door behind him, he glanced up at me, his mouth dropping open ever so slightly as his eyes raked up my body. He mumbled curses under his breath, making me giggle.
“Princess.” He breathed out, finally meeting my eyes. I had almost forgotten how heart-stopping those eyes were.
“Welcome to my castle.” I teased, earning me one of the sexy smirks I had grown to adore in the past hour. His eyes broke contact, quickly scanning the corners of the room. “There are no cameras.” I assured him.
“Thank fuck.” He muttered, wasting no time, crossing the space between us in three long and graceful strides. Before I even had a chance to breathe, his lips crashed into mine, both of his hands snaking into my hair. Unlike our kiss at the park, this kiss was passionate and eager. One hand dropped from my hair, tracing down my spine and landing just above my backside. In one quick motion, he pulled my body against his, until not an inch was left between them. His hips ground against mine, and I could tell that the ten minutes we spent apart were no easier on him by the way he devoured me.
I returned it with equal fervor. I didn’t care that I didn’t know what I was doing. I just wanted to feel him. All of him. I honestly didn’t expect things to progress this quickly, but the way his hot tongue was racing to fill my mouth made me glad that he didn’t make me wait.
He pushed away, just enough to guide both of his hands beneath my shirt. He groaned into my mouth once he reached the soft skin beneath my breasts, pleading with me. The sound of it nearly killed me. It had to have been the sexiest sounding noise I had ever heard. I stepped back, breaking our kiss temporarily. He looked confused until I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. His eyes flickered back and forth from my eyes to my breasts, his subtle panting soaking my underwear in my arousal.
I finally decided to put him out of his misery, reaching back and unclasping my bra. I let it gently slide off my arms and onto the floor. He sucked in a harsh breath, biting at his perfect bottom lip again. His eyes begged me to keep going, while his hands twitched, eager to reach out and touch me. The way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest woman alive. His lust was almost palpable.
I smiled shyly, before slowly tugging at the waistband of my shorts. They hit the floor, along with my panties, with a soft thud. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed by my nudity. Zen made sure of that. He grabbed hold of my face, muffling my gasp with his lips. A growl resonated in his chest as his hands slid down to cup my breasts.
“Fuck, Princess.” He whispered against my mouth. His swearing made me blush. It sounded so rough and sexy paired with his husky voice. My arms crawled up his hard chest and rested on his shoulders. Thinking of anything other than the mouth-watering man in front of me was impossible. My brain was humming and spinning out of my control. His fingers took my nipples captive, pulling and flicking them as he worshiped my tongue with his. I blushed when I began to imagine how his hot, wet mouth would feel in place of his fingers.
His talented hands kept journeying downwards, wrapping themselves around my backside, pausing to give it a squeeze, and hooking between my thighs. I instinctively jumped up, allowing him to carry me the last two feet to my bed, which he did with very little effort. He gently set me down, breaking his kiss to pull off the covers. I scurried to the center of the bed, laying my heated skin against the cool fabric.
“Eager?” He laughed. I would’ve responded to his snarky comment, but I was immediately distracted by the skin he was slowly revealing as he pulled his shirt over his head. Even with the scars I noticed sprinkled around his abdomen, his body was absolutely perfect. An overwhelming urge to run my hands and tongue down each individual muscle consumed me. I moaned in impatience, making his smile widen. He climbed onto the bed, still in his jeans. I didn’t mind. I loved the way they hung from his hips. I had never known myself to be such a sexual creature until Zen, and I loved it.
He licked his lips for the hundredth time as he spread my legs, eyeing every inch of my exposed body.
“Elizabeth. Are you sure you want this?” He asked between breaths. I smiled at his concern, his lingering touch on my knees burning my core.
“Zen, I don’t think there is a single thing I want more.”
Which was 100% true.