Chapter 97

Jessica wanted nothing more than to bolt. Zachary had been away for so long that she'd forgotten to even knock before entering. She'd practically forgotten his presence in the house. He didn't seem bothered at all, though. He knew she was at home, yet he didn't even head to the bathroom to get changed. Bracing his hands against the door, he trapped her between his arms. "We've already done everything. What's there to be shy about now, huh?" A roguish smile crossed his face as he pulled her into his arms. "Hey—" Pressing her hands against his chest, Jessica lowered her head, too flustered to meet his eyes. Even her breathing was unsteady. His raspy murmur crept into her ears like a spell. "Do you want to…" She shook her head. "There's no time. I have to change—" "There's no rush," he whispered, his voice thick with restrained lust. "You're hurting me," she rasped. "Let me go." She pushed at him with all her strength, but he didn't budge at all. "I still need to do my