We doze for a while, wrapped up in each other, but I wake up an hour later to find Zeke watching me with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
"What?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
"Just thinking about how f*****g lucky I am." His hand slides down my side, over my hip. "And how I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Heat floods through me instantly. "Oh?"
"Mmm." He rolls on top of me, settling between my legs. I can feel him already getting hard again against my thigh. "I want to take my time with you. Want to make you come so many times you forget your own name."
"Zeke..." My voice comes out breathy, needy.
"I love when you say my name like that." He kisses down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. "Like you're already begging for it."
"I'm not begging."
"Not yet." His hand cup
