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“Zayn come and help me reach this!” I called, hopping up and down for what felt like forever trying to reach the cookie jar we usually stash our rainy day money in. Sighing, I turned around Zayn still didn’t bother to come yet.
Zayn and Harry were somewhere in the house, probably playing some irrelevant video game in the front room that I most likely have no interest in watching.
“Zayn!” I called again standing in the middle of the kitchen impatiently waiting for him.
Zayn strolled into the kitchen a grin plastered on his face, bringing his tongue to his bottom lip; slowly licking back and gathering his lip in between his teeth, eying me up and down as he did so.
“Zayn I-I can’t reach the stash jar.” I stuttered, only Zayn could have this effect on me and only just by looking at me. He came closer, not daring to break eye contact his height elevating above mine.
My breath stopped, and face started getting hot. As much as I wanted to be irritated at him, I still had to control myself. He’s so fucking hypnotizing; I could be screaming bloody murder at him because of something he did and within a blink of his eye my panties would be down to my ankles for him.
“Calm down, baby. I got it.” He spoke softly, his breath hitting my lips. He brought his body closer to mine, sealing the space between us and snaking an arm around my waist. He took his freehand and reached above my head getting the jar from the shelf and placing it behind me, not once did he break eye contact.
“Stop.” I lousily whispered, Zayn chuckled and grabbed my waist with both of his hands, bringing me up and placing me on the counter. He spread my legs open, putting his toned body in between them.
Our lips met in desperation, our tongues lightly touching occasionally with enough passion and lust to get me pooling in my lower region. This kiss was hot and lazy with a bunch touching and rubbing to go along with it.
He pulled away, with my bottom lip in between his teeth slowly letting go.
“Baby,” He spoke breathlessly. “You know I love you, right?”
I nodded, but before he could say anything else I gripped his shirt desperately wanting to feel those sinful lips against mine and all over my body.
His avaricious hands roamed up my thighs, traveling to my waist, gripping my breasts in a swift motion, sending waves of fluttering electricity through my body. He began massaging them over the texture of my top before, finally pulling it down and out of the way, along with my bra. He ran a thumb over my hardening nipple. I gasped into the kiss, and he pulled away. I felt his mouth pepper kisses down my chest until taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking and causing a tight suction. He swirled his tongue around it, causing me to moan breathlessly in pleasure. Zayn knew exactly what he was doing, but halfway into our heated moment we were delayed by the clearing of someone’s throat.
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Our heads shot in the direction the sound came from, to see a very embarrassed Harry standing awkwardly across the kitchen.
Zayn laughed and pulled away from my breasts, turning his attention to Harry. I pulled my shirt and bra back up so I’m less exposed now.
“How long have you been standing there?’ Zayn chuckled, staring at Harry.
