Chapter Twenty-One
My apartment is nothing but moonlight.
I open the door for Zenny, and after I lock back up, I don’t bother with the lights. I don’t bother with anything, actually, except coming up behind where she stands at the window and kissing along her neck. She smells, as always, faintly of roses, and her skin is so soft and delicious. I can’t stop kissing her neck, her shoulder, the secret hollow behind her ear. She sighs back into me, a sigh of contented desire this time, her hands reaching up and back to lace in my hair and keep my mouth against her neck. That small act alone has me hard beyond belief, throbbing with the need to f**k.
“Tonight?” she asks.
“Tonight,” I confirm, and scoop her easily into my arms, carrying her like a bride to my bedroom. She moves her arm
