Scars on his body
Zina POV
I kiss him before I realize I'm going to do it. There's no plan, no ploy, nothing beyond the need to show him… I'm not even sure.
Something. Something I can't put into words. He goes still for half a breath, and then he shifts his hands to my hips and pulls me against him.
I had to lock Asher's door so he doesn't interrupt us again.
He kisses me back with the same level of ferocity bubbling up in my chest. A feeling bordering on desperation, on something more intricate still.
I pull away enough to say, "I need you."
He's already moving, backing me toward the bed. Jared looks down at my mostly bared body and growls. "I want you naked."
"I hope you're prepared to wait because this pantsuit takes a lot of time to take off."
"I'm not fucking waiting for anything." He reaches into his jacket and comes up with a small knife. "Don't move."