Addicted

Chapter 54.

I look over at Zac who is still fast asleep, before re-reading the letter another two times. I sit and stare at the note in complete daze.

The letter wasn't written that long ago, but the papers was so crumpled and folded so many ways and so many times, indicating how many times he used it.

I could feel everything that he put into it. I didn't know what I was getting into when I first started reading, but I'm glad that I did.

I fold up the note the way he had it and put it back into the book, making sure the book was in the place that I found it. I close his laptop.

I went to his bed, curling up beside him. He lay on his back and I face him, staying close to him.

I lean up and kiss him lightly. I hear him take in a deep breath, sounding like he was waking up. He moans softly in his throat as I continue to kiss him, and he kisses me back. I bring my hand to his cheek and caress it.

"I love you," I whisper against his mouth.

His mouth pulls and he smiles, closing his eyes and leaning his head into my hand.

"Say that again," he breathes, and I smile.

"I. Love. You." I say, kissing him between each word.

His hands cup my cheeks and deepened the kiss.

"Where did you go?" he asks.

"I went and got some water," I tell him, and I nuzzle my head in the crook of his shoulder. "Then I watched a little bit of Netflix."

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks.

"Not really," I say. "I'm a little too wired."

"Why?" he breathes.

"I don't know... maybe because I'm usually still working at this time."

"Need relaxing?" he asks, and his smile grows.

His hand lowers down my body, heading south and I was already panting. I lean back, turning to lay on my back on his bed and his hands easily glide into my sweatpants. I flinch when his fingers hit my clit.

In one swift move, he shifts on top of me, continuing to work his fingers against me.

His mouth is on mien and he kisses me with such ferocity, making my blood boil beneath my skin. I arch my back, lifting my hip up to his fingers, letting them glide against me. His other hand travels down my body, kneading and squeezing as he goes.

I need this. He needs this. I was addicted to this contact.

He pulls away. His fingers dip into my waistband of my sweatpants and he tugs them down and taking them off all the way. While he does that, I tug my shirt up, lifting my chest up to take off my shirt over my head. Once he throws my pants to the side and pauses when he looks down at me.

"Thank God," he groans which makes me chuckle. His mouth is on mine, his tongue wrestling with mine continuing to ignite the fire within me.

My hands go to the bottom of his shirt and I tug upwards. He knows what I want and helps take it off the rest of the way.

As we kiss, his knees open up my legs so that he rests in the junction of my thighs. One of his hands cradles my face while the other travels south, cupping my breast, pinching and squeezing at my nipple until it hardens. He

My fingers enter his hair and I tug. His head lens down and kisses me on my chest. I tip my head back, appreciation the sensation radiating throughout my body. He groans and tilts his pelvis, compressing his growing erection against me.