Therapeutic CHAPTER 37
Chapter 37 Lydia POV The car pulled into the garage, vanishing from sight. The tension between us skyrocketed, and before I could climb out, Zayn roughly yanked me toward her side. I straddled her lap on the seat, our tongues clashing fiercely. With one hand, she pulled the car door open; with the other, she gripped my waist. She stepped out, and I wrapped my legs tightly around her upper torso. I felt her walking, but she paused at the step leading to the house door. Her free hand slid to my stomach as she quickly unbuckled her belt. "Can you do something for me, Lydia?" she asked, her voice a panting breath. The kiss had left us both breathless, but my neck arched like a turtle snapping for more of her lips. "Mhmm..." I hummed. "Good girl," she whispered, lowering me—not to my feet, but to my knees. Both her hands now worked to free herself, undoing her belt and opening her pants fully. I knew exactly what she wanted as I peered up at her...
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