Chapter FOURTEEN-ZEKE

Casey’s breathing is shallow.

Not panicked—but close.

I try to make myself smaller. To not overwhelm her with my obsession.

But I am so fucking aware of her.

It’s not even subtle. It’s full-body, soul-deep obsession.

Every flutter of her impossibly long eyelashes? I track it like the predator I am.

Every soft sigh that escapes those full, kiss-bruised lips? It brands itself into my brain like scripture.

The way her body moves—lush, confident, utterly unaware of just how badly it wrecks me—is driving me out of my goddamn mind.

My dick is in a perpetual state of hard as fuck.

She’s wearing capris today.

That stretchy kind of material that hugs her hips and thighs like it was custom-molded just for her.

Like it worships her curves the way I want to. The way I plan to.

And the top? Some flimsy little tee that clings to her tits like it knows it’s playing with fire.

Every step her mount takes, they bounce.

And every bounce? Is a personal test of my fucking self-control.