Zenon's Game Chapter 327

I followed him. He set the small ice bucket onto the coffee table and cracked open two diet cokes. They'd been sitting in the cupboard all winter, so the ice got the drinks to a cooler, fresh temperature.

I settled down beside him and crossed my legs on the fuzzy carpet with my back leaning against the couch. He handed me a glass.

"This is actually really nice," I said, feeling relaxed just being here, "What do you want to do tonight?"

He walked to the dry firewood and chucked a few more logs onto the fire. We watched the flames lick the wood and soar.

"We could have s*x," Zenon replied, his back towards me as he stoked the fire.

I gulped, almost choking on my diet coke.

Zenon turned around, "Don't look so shocked. Do you want me to give you a preview?"

"A w- what?" I asked, feeling so nervous that my hand started to shake, and the ice clinked against the glass in my hand – betraying me entirely.

"Do you want," Zenon repeated, taking his time with each word, "a preview?"

I set the glass on the table. And I stared at him, with his back to the fire and fire poker in his hand. A reincarnation of what the Greek gods must've looked like. I didn't care how ridiculous that sounded. It's how I felt.

I nodded, "Yes."

He put the fire poker down.

It was so late that it was morning. We were tired but wide awake, the only two in the lake house beside the forest.

I was sitting barefoot on the fuzzy carpet with my back against the beige couch. Zenon was standing over by the fireplace, having just thrown more wood into the fire.

The sound of the flames licking dry wood was almost rhythmic.

I tried not to stare at Zenon, feeling myself so attracted to him, but he made it hard to react any differently.

He wanted tonight to be the night. No distractions.

I stared at him. Black jeans and a black bomber jacket that had a white ring circling the shoulders. He shrugged the jacket off, and I heard it slide to the floor. I didn't see it, because my eyes were on his face. My breath was hitched in my throat as I watched him walk towards me, wondering what he was going to do.

He raised his hand and unclasped the watch from his wrist.

I heard it clatter on the coffee table, but, again, I didn't see it.

His body towered over me and blocked the view of the fireplace behind him. The cabin that had been so cold when we first arrived, now felt like it was burning hot. I leaned back. I was burning up in a hoodie that I couldn't take off. Or maybe I could. I didn't know which way to move.

"Don't be nervous," Zenon whispered, tantalizingly close to my lips, "I've barely touched you."

He crouched down to the ground in front of me and that sent my heart racing. His right hand against my neck, his fingers wrapped in my hair, and he lightly pressed down. My neck was exposed as he leaned down to kiss it.

I sat back and guided his hands to pull my hoodie up. I wondered how it felt for him to be taking his own clothes off my body. I wish I had worn something sexier than a gray shirt underneath. Zenon didn't waste time. He slowly took the shirt off me and the small pile of my clothes on the floor was growing.

I shivered from being so undressed and instinctively covered my arms over my b-ra.

~Zenon's POV~

She was so nervous. I could see the goosebumps on her smooth skin. She was watching my every move and her skin shivered under my touch.

I didn't want her to feel so shy with me.

I stared down at her hands trying to cover her blue b-ra, but failing to cover much. It was tempting. I looked up at her dilated pupils and smiled at her. She was adorable.

I knew I had to work over the trust issues she's accumulated over the years. But I was willing to work for it... to show her that she shouldn't be afraid. There's nothing scary about our bodies touching. It's natural.

"Don't be tense, Candy."

She scoffed back at me, "How? I'm sitting here in my b-ra and you're fully dressed."

"If that's the problem," I smirked, needing no further encouragement. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to one side.

I saw her blush as she stared at my chest. I resisted the urge to look down and see if my abs were showing today. I flexed, just in case.

She was watching me, sitting on my knees shirtless, while I waited for her. She could jump my bones any day she wanted to. And I wanted to encourage her to be bold.

"This too?" I asked, touching the button of my jeans.

She looked embarrassed again. I realized that I needed to be creative if I wanted to show her how to relax. I'm down for the challenge and up...

Yeah, I was definitely feeling up

"Lie back," I suggested, leaning forwards over her.

Instinctively, she started to lean back, and I placed my hand around her waist to guide her down. Her na*k*ed back touched the carpet and her hair spread out like a halo around her face.

I liked looking down at her under me.

"I'm stuck," she squeaked.

"What?"

"My legs," she pointed down at her leg that was stuck under her, after she leaned back.

I didn't expect that. Maybe I should've. Candace does not know how to keep a romantic moment going. I sat back and adjusted her leg's position.

"Better?" I asked, wondering how in the world we got to this.