I grab her ass, pulling her against me, and she gasps when she feels the thick hardness of my cock. I use my grip to lift her, spinning her around to settle her on the island. “Couch is too far away,” I grunt, still kissing her because I never want to stop.

I feel her smile against my lips, and she whispers, “That’s what I decided too.”

I lick a long line up the tendon of her neck, pausing to lay a gentle kiss over her racing pulse so I can feel the proof of her excitement.

“Zo, I promised you . . . no sex until we go on a date, but let me make you feel good?” My dick riots in my pants, throbbing in disagreement with my ‘no sex’ statement.

Tension shoots through her body as she pulls back to look at me. “What?” Confusion curls her brows. “Isn’t that the opposite of what most guys want?”

“I’m not most guys.” I kiss her parted lips. “You’re not most girls.” I tweak her nipple through her top and bra. “We’re us. And I know as well as you do that if I give in to this moment and slide inside you, it’ll be amazing. Life-changing, I predict.” I grind my cock against her core, feeling her heat, and we both groan. I cup her jaw, forcing her hazy eyes back to mine, which are clear with the intention I feel down to my soul. “But I won’t risk your running.”

She makes a sound of disappointment and frustration, and though my own body echoes it, I’m strong enough to stand resolute as long as I’m standing between her thighs.

“How do you know I’m not already running?” she breathes. But her hand is gripping at my hair, her hips are bucking against mine, and her breath is ragged.

“You are . . . running toward me,” I say at the same time I pull the hem of her scrub top over her head.

I don’t let her argue, not now when I’m seeing the most gorgeous pair of tits I’ve ever seen for the first time. She’s wearing a plain black cotton bra, intended for function, not seduction.

But her tits swell up in the cups, pale, lush mounds I want to squeeze and taste.

“Damn, Zo. So pretty,” I tell her, cupping her so that both of my hands are full. She arches, and I mold her flesh with my hands, teasing over the raised nipples I can feel beneath the fabric. I lay a path of kisses along the edge of her bra as my hands sneak around to her back to unclasp it, and Zoey shrugs her shoulders to help remove it.