Race To The Finish || z.m.

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Decided to be nice and update and not have y'all wait too long.. ur welcome ;)

I was shocked by how soft Zayn's lips were against mine this time around. Compared to the hard edge of lust constantly surrounding the two of us when we came together, it was a drastic and sudden change that shocked me if I was being honest.

Still, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting him dictate the pace as our mouths moved slowly but passionately against each other's. Zayn groaned quietly against my mouth when I ran my fingers through his hair and then he pressed me closer to him when I tugged at the roots just a little. His tongue slid inside my mouth and it was me who moaned against him this time, my body feeling hot up against his own.

My chest ached, as my lungs fought me for any intake of oxygen but I didn't care. I pulled him by his shirt and kissed him with everything I had, making sure he understood how much I was attracted to him, a little more now after spending time with him again.

Zayn groaned into my mouth once more, his hand at my cheek moving towards my neck as his thumb brushed against my jaw and his tongue slid sensually against mine. His kiss was skillful and confident much like the man himself that I liked, but couldn't understand how deeply I did.

Zayn suddenly pulled away from me, not before tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth and letting it bounce back. We both breathed heavily, with our foreheads touching and our eyes closed as we held onto each other. His hand at my waist burned through the material of my dress, his touch welcomed and wanted desperately at this point.

I couldn't explain this pull to him. I knew I was attracted to him, knew he was to me and that we seemed to like each other enough, but this wasn't an emotional connection. It wasn't just cheap fucking of which I was completely sure about but there was an unanswered question between us, the lingering doubt of what we were doing always present.

Although any thoughts I had, disappeared the moment I felt Zayn's lips brush under my jaw and follow in a teasing glide down my neck. His tongue pressed down against my sweet spot just as he sucked down onto it. My hand at his shirt gripped hard and I bit my lip as a shallow breath left me as he used his hand to slide up and down my waist.

I wanted him badly, crazily so and I didn't care about the rest. The rest could be figured out later, all questions dissolved into nothing between us the moment we touched and I wanted that- no, needed that.

"Your skin is so soft." he rasped against my neck and I shivered, my lips parting into a breathless moan at the sound of his voice. God, his voice could turn me to mush when he wanted it to and right now was definitely one of those moments. "I can't get enough of you, babe..." he whispered, his breath warm against my throat as his thumb swept across my bottom lip.

Pulling him upwards and towards me, I slid my hands down his chest and across his taut stomach and stopped at the top of his pants, as one of my finger curled around a belt loop. "Let's go to bed." I whispered against this mouth and I swore he made some sort of growling noise that made my insides hot as he nodded.

"Fuck yes." he husked, his lips tilting into a mischievous smirk when I pushed away from him with my hand held in his as I directed him towards my bedroom.

My heart beat wildly inside my chest, anticipation mixing with the desire, attraction and admiration I had for Zayn all at once leading me forward without pause. He distracted me several times along the way, using his hands that I couldn't get enough of to slide them around my waist from behind and kiss up my neck in feverish kisses that had me biting my lip and shivering each time.

By the time I managed to bring him to my bedroom, I didn't stop to give him a tour (I could do that later) and with my hand on his chest, I pushed him down gently onto the edge of my bed.