Chapter 15 She want him to want her too

You’re amusing, I guess,” Martin said.

“You like me; don’t you deny it,” Zoe said, pushing Martin’s shirt up to look at his abs. “Nice.”

“I’ve never felt so objectified in my life,” Martin said wryly. “You want to cop a feel? Don’t be shy.”

Zoe laughed and did just that. She stroked Martin’s flat, muscular stomach, fascinated by the warmth and firmness and texture. Her fingers traced the hard muscles before moving to the trail of dark hair that disappeared into Martin’s fly. She wet her dry lips.  

“Would it be too weird if I put my mouth here?” she said, stroking Martin’s happy trail. She felt Martin’s muscles twitch under her touch.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Zoe lifted her gaze and gave a sheepish smile. “Am I?” she said, looking into Martin’s eyes. Fuck, even after a month of exposure, Martin Milano’s gaze remained incredibly hard not to be drawn into. “Sorry. This is just so new to me—actually wanting to touch someone."