Chapter 11

Zach’s hands rested on the crack of my ass, then slowly spread my cheeks. Just the tip of his finger tapped around the puckered ring of my entrance. I was already quivering with anticipation or need, I wasn’t sure which, but maybe even a mixture of both.

“More,” I urged.

I was greeted with his low chuckle again, but he pushed his index in up to the first knuckle. It really had been a while since I’d had sex, and the intrusion of something as small as his finger burned like hell.

Zach stopped his finger’s descent when I hissed. “Bad?”

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “No. Just…I need a moment. Or two.”

He nodded. “Just say when.”

I bowed my head, trying to relax and not focus too much on how absurd this probably was. I exhaled. “All right.”

Zach wiggled his finger inside me, and I was happy it no longer burned.

“You could try another,” I suggested.