Moving from her lips, I skim mine across her jaw and down her neck, pulling a soft moan from Stevie’s throat.
“Zee, wait,” she whispers, but at the same time wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her.
“No more waiting.” I continue my assault down her neck and across her chest, pushing her flannel shirt over her shoulders, leaving her in only her tank top, and exposing more of her bronze skin.
“Zee,” she soothes, cupping my cheeks and pulling my face to look at hers. Concern dances in her eyes. “We should talk about your mom. We kind of skimmed over that.”
I’m good without that. The last thing I want to do right now is think about that woman. I spent a solid twenty minutes stuck in a panic-stricken headspace because of her today.
I shake my head. “Vee, I really don’t wa
