Part Three

His 'minute' turned into almost an hour. She was half tempted to knock on the door and see if he was still alive and not passed out in the tub. "Maybe he was perfecting the Zakfin." She said to herself and chuckled at the image popping up inside her head. She fell back on the bed in a fit of laughter. No guy she knew had an obsession for their hair like Zak did. He even had his own Vlog dedicated to how he does his hair each day.

The click of the door opening quickly shut her up fast. She lifted her head up just as he came out of the bathroom; black pajama pants and went hair. No shirt...for all to see. 'So that's what he looks like underneath.' She thought, her eyes gawking. 'Damn.'

She shook her head and preyed her eyes away from him, "Better?" She asked, sitting up.

"Much better. I no longer see double or triple." He said turning off the big overhead light and made his way through the semi darkness to turn on the bedside lamp. "I wasn't sure you'd still be here when I got out. I was expecting an empty room to be honest."

"Well, here I am still in your room." Lilly said, for once that night she felt a little awkward. Their conversations were coming down to a few words here and there. She came down off her witty attitude while she laid there waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom. She was calm, relaxed and usually that meant sleep would soon creep up on her.

"Cool tat." Lilly said staring at the ink on his arm.

"Thanks." He smiled, taking his hand and rubbed the tattoo. "Do you have any?" If she did, he couldn't see them, the lamp on the night stand was dull only giving out enough light to see.

She nodded, stretching out her left leg across the mattress. "I have one on the top of my foot-it's of stars and hearts, very girly if you ask me. I have a lilly flower on my right shoulder blade." She pointed through her tee. "And I have a third one on my side but it's a work in progress."

"May I see?" Zak asked her, reaching to turn on the other lamp that was beside him.

"Sure." She stood up and walked around the bed to his side. "Just no funny business." She laughed, taking the hem of her tee and pulled it up just to her breasts and lifted the side up more for better exposure and turned just right for the light to catch the colors. 3 lillies covered her side in purples, blues and an outline in black for the third flower to be filled in. "It's taking a while to complete, but it's getting there. Money is a little tight right now so I'm hoping by next week I'll have enough to get the third flower colored in pink.

"That's incredible."

"Thanks. Each flower represent someone I lost. Lillies are great to show that, well at least for me they are." She reached her hand over and pointed to the purple flower. "My moms." She than moved to the blue one. "My dad and the last one will be for my grandma."

His touch was light and there was a slight tremor in his hand as he traced the first colored flower with his finger tips.

She flinched and let out a giggle. "That tickles." She said, taking a step to the side, letting her shirt fall.

Zak moved to the edge of the bed and grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her towards him. He placed his hands on her hips and rested his head against her stomach, smiling when he heard the soft sound of a rumble.

She felt her stomach flutter and her heart skipped. She looked down at him, her first time seeing the ink in the middle of his shoulder blades. Her fingers itched to touch it. His breath was hot against her skin, sending chills of the unknown through her; causing goosebumps.

Lilly knew she should have left once she was sure Zak was safe in his room. Alcohol, raging hormones and the dire need to please weighed heavily in the air around them. Only trouble would come if she stayed and allowed him to tempt her.

But what's wrong with a little trouble?

It started out with only the outside of her tee, moving his hands a few inches up and than back down. His eyes stayed closed inhaling deeply as the scent of roses and lavender filled his nose.

He smiled to himself-he liked a woman who smelled good.

It was only than Zak took the dare and let his fingers slip under her tee, gliding over her stomach.

Lilly moved, shaking her head.

"Ticklish?" He muttered, swiping his fingers across her stomach again.

"I'm very ticklish, so watch with those hands." She said, letting her own hands smooth through his hair.

He took it as a playful warning, moving one hand behind her back and pressed gently, her back arching forward and with his other hand he slipped his thumb underneath and slowly moved it up, exposing the delicate skin and kissed it ever so softly.

Lilly sucked in a deep breath, feeling his lips move from one side of her stomach to the other side and started moving up her side. Her skin was burning, a warm tingling sensation igniting the fire that went so many years unintended. She couldn't move, frozen in her spot in front of him letting his hand and mouth explore their ways.

She gasped and shivered as he began to make his way up her ribcage. His arm tightened around her pushing her further into his kisses.

"Zak?" Lilly managed to get out.

"Hmmm?"

"What...what are you doing?"

He grinned, tilting his head back just enough to see her face. "I'm examining your tattoo more closely."

Lilly chuckled, the fog of desire swirling around her head. If his arm wasn't keeping her steady, she would have found herself on the floor. She opened her eyes and looked down into his. "With your mouth?"

"Mmm hmmm. Is there a problem?" He asked kissing the non-colored flower.

She shook her head. "No...no not at all." Her lips parted as the moan escaped. "It's just..."

"What?" Zak stood to his feet, taking a hold of her tee and pulled it over her head. He tossed the black fabric to the floor.

She watched him carefully, there was no protest to the removal of her shirt nor did she care. But she couldn't help but to blush and look away shyly. "I...uh..."

She forgot what she was going to say.

Zak smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His free hand came up and brushed away a few strands of her hair from her face. His fingers softly caressed her cheek before he placed them under her chin and made her look at him. There was something going on in the depths of her blue eyes.

"What is it Lilly?"

Lilly grinned like a buffoon, shaking her head. "I got a little school girl shy there for a minute."

"You don't need to be shy around me." He said, smiling, cupping her cheek into the palm of his hand. "You're beautiful..."

Her hand covered his leaning into his touch. She could feel the callouses on his palm-uneven and smooth. She didn't mind though; they were years of work from his show and equipment carrying to working out in the gym.

Ah yes, the gym. Working for perfection. Tone muscles define all aspects of his body. His chest and abs were ripped, soft to her fingertips as she began to move them across the upper part of his body. His biceps made her own body tremble; strong and powerful. There was unimaginable strength that she couldn't phantom or even comprehend. She wanted to touch them, feel them around her, she wanted them to hold her close and touch her in ways no other man has ever done to her before.

His muscle twitched beneath her fingers, drawing spirals over the tattoo. She was lost in a daze, hypnotized by the pure beauty of his man.

Everything about him was...perfect.

Lilly sighs contently.

"You're enjoying what you see?"His voice was deep and raspy, watching her expressions, she'd bite her lip or sucked in a breath that would wisp across his chest when she exhaled. Her eyes would be fixated on him so intently as she felt her way all he could do was stand there and stare.

She nodded, no words were able to be spoken. She knew she would stutter or stumble on the few words that needed to be told. How can she tell him, if nothing was to happen between them she could stand there the rest of the night and admire him.

She snapped back to reality, the shyness that once was there was no longer present, only the dire need for this man flowed through every ounce of her being.

Their eyes locked onto each other. The anticipation for more was becoming stronger. Permission was granted with a simple nod.

Zak smiled, pulling her even closer; their bodies touching. The space that separated them no longer existed. He inched his way to her mouth, her lips were parted waiting for his. He was dying to kiss her and taste her.

"You have nice lips, tempting, kissable lips."

He waited no longer to do what he desired, wanting to kiss her since their conversation at the bar. Then, it was the alcohol talking but now with a clear conscience...

His lips pressed against hers in a delightful, passionate kiss.