54. Sienna
CHAPTER 54
SIENNA
Forever.
The word resonates in my head as I fist his shirt and drag him toward me. Our lips connect with perfect pressure—a melding of souls, a promise of the years to come. My heart starts to flutter like a bird released from its cage, and all I can think right now is…
“I want you,” I murmur against his lips.
He pauses, his breath skimming my cheek as he looks into my eyes. “You want me? Like…”
“Yes.” I nod. “I really need you right now.”
“Right now?”
I nod, struggling to explain how vitally important this connection is to me. I need him inside me. I want our bodies bonded together in the closest way possible, and it has to be right fucking now.
Desperation surges through me as I wrap my arms around his neck, squishing our bodies together while heat pumps through me in needy waves that are making me lightheaded .
“Sparks,” he whispers against my skin, his arms looping behind my back, his fingers wriggling under my clothes and tracing patterns on my bare skin.
I whimper, wishing we could strip each other fully naked, but although we have privacy right now, I’m still aware that this is going to have to be a clothed quickie. Intense and real and just as meaningful as anything else we’ve done, but still… if a car drives past…
Zander seems to get this as well, his hand trailing around to my front so he can squeeze my boob, teasing my nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra.
“You sure?” he murmurs between kisses.
“Uh-huh.” I fist the back of his hair, changing angles and kissing him deep and slow.
He moans into my mouth, and I can feel him growing hard beneath me.
Yes, yes, yes!
Urgency fires through me as I scramble for his pants. The top button pops open, and I rise up so I can yank down his zipper and set him free. Lifting his hips, he helps me shimmy his pants down to his thighs, and I smile down at his glorious manhood.
He’s definitely bigger than he used to be. I wrap my fingers around his warm, hard cock, and we moan in unison when I give him a slow pump, then wipe the bead of liquid with my thumb.
“Sparks.” His voice is low and guttural, sexy as all get-out, and my pussy is already weeping.
My entire body is vibrating, desperately needing this, and when his hands glide up my thighs, rounding my butt cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze, I whimper again .
A thick pulse of yearning beats through me as I pump him a little harder and he tucks his fingers into my waistband, tugging my yoga pants down.
It’s awkward as hell in this cramped space, but we manage this game of Twister, giggling into each other’s mouths as he tugs my pants off, letting them dangle from one ankle. As soon as my pussy is free, he’s sliding his fingers between my folds.
I’m still pumping his cock, and he’s struggling to talk but manages a rasping “You’re so wet.”
“I need you, baby.”
I gasp as his finger slips inside me, my inner walls clenching around him. His thumb teases my clit, and I moan against his cheek. He feels so good I can hardly take it.
His lips nibble my neck, then suck my earlobe while I start riding his fingers, gyrating against them but knowing I want something else.
“I need this”—I squeeze his cock—“inside me. Please tell me you’ve got?—”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he murmurs. “And well done for remembering.” He grins at me, reaching into the back seat for his bag. “You make me forget. You’re so addictive I can’t think straight.”
I keep stroking him, loving the way his hands shake while he’s trying to pull a condom out of the box. At one point, he stops to tip his head back and groan, “You better stop or I’m gonna come before I even get inside you.”
I immediately let him go and help him rip a condom free, then open the packet. Rolling it on for him, I check that it’s secure and stop to smile at him .
Cupping his cheek, I brush my teeth over my bottom lip, then whisper, “I love you, Zander Donohue.”
“I love you.” His kiss is sweet and delicate, enough to make my heart fly right out of my chest and start fluttering around the car as I line us up and sink onto him.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he releases a sexy-ass moan. I love that sound so freaking much. Rising, I slowly lower myself again, watching his face as he tips his head back and groans again. His eyes are closed and he’s lost in me, lost inside me, lost within us.
Caressing his cheek, I stare down at him, smiling when he kisses my palm. I run my thumb across his bottom lip, rising and sinking in a languid rhythm that’s just for us. His eyes creep open, and he catches me watching him. The smile he gives me lights my soul. I can feel it burning within me, an orb of light that seems to shine brighter and brighter the longer we’re connected this way.
His hands run up my thighs, the pads of his fingers teasing my skin as they travel to my sweet spot. His thumb starts working my clit, and I can’t help a gasping moan. It’s the weirdest sound, but holy hell. He’s taking me over, filling and stretching my core until I’m consumed by him and his fingers… his magic fingers are…
My breathing turns ragged, my chest starting to heave as I pick up my pace.
The world around me fades.
There’s no car.
There are no trees.
The birds aren’t chirping outside.
There’s just him and me .
There’s only rising and falling.
There’s nothing but this sense of fulfillment.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you, I love you.” My voice pitches as the orgasm builds within me.
I’m riding him faster now, my body pumping in time with his thumb on my clit until I feel like my heart’s about to explode.
“Zander!” I cry out just before it takes me, flooding through my body in a wave so strong and pure I’m not sure I can handle it.
“Oh fuck.” Zander snatches my hips, his strong fingers digging into me as he pumps me a little harder. “Fuck, Sparks. Fuck, I love you.” He’s basically groaning his words at this point, and I’m reveling in the delicious sounds coming out of him… coming out of us.
We’re a wet, hot mess—a slip-and-slide of ecstasy. A joy ride of epic proportions.
“I’m coming,” he groans. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”
Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I bite my lip, smiling at his reckless urgency when he thrusts his hips up and pulls me down on top of him. And again. And again. And…
“Ahhhh.” He moans into my neck, licking and kissing my skin while he jerks inside me.
I pull him close, struggling to breathe, my hands shaking as I squeeze my thighs against his perfect ass cheeks and hold on tight.
Zander’s heart is thundering against my chest, and he’s gulping air as if he’s just been underwater, holding his breath for too long.
“That was…,” I barely manage.
He nods. “Yeah. Yeah, it was… ”
“I know, right?” A delirious laugh pops out of me. I kiss the side of his face, loving the way his arms tighten, holding me as close as possible while we recover from that heady rush.
“Move back in with me?” His voice is so quiet, it takes me a second to catch what he just said. But as soon as it registers, I lean back to make sure he’s serious.
His face is so beautiful, his eyes deep with sincerity.
“I need you with me. I want to come home to you and Zoey. I want to wake up beside you. Please, Sparks. Move in with me.”
My heart burns for this, the very idea making me giddy, but…
“What about Carson? And the rest of the guys?”
Brushing my hair over my shoulder, he gazes up at me with a reassuring smile. “We’ll make it work. We’ll find a way, a compromise so we can be together.”
“Carson has a point about Football Frat not being the best environment for a toddler.”
“The guys love her.”
“Yeah, but for how long? The novelty will wear off soon enough, and?—”
“I feel like you’re making excuses to?—”
“No.” I laugh at the way we keep interrupting each other as I grab his face and quickly assure him, “I want to move in with you. Of course I want us to be a family together. I love living at Football Frat. I’m just trying to be considerate of everybody else. I don’t want to get in the way of college life, you know?”
His expression softens, his eyes glowing with affection. “We’ll figure something out, Sen. There’s bound to be a solution, we just have to find it. But for now… for tonight… be with me.”
His tone has a gentle vulnerability to it that touches my heart, and I’m saying yes before I can think better of it.
“Really?”
Oh, that hopeful grin. He’s adorable.
“Yes.” I laugh, kissing him. “I’ll go back to Russell’s and collect our stuff, then pick up Zoey from Mrs. Ward’s place. I’ll be there by the time you finish practice.”
“Okay.” A broad smile takes over his face as he holds my neck and pulls me in for a slow kiss that curls my toes.
“We’re gonna make this work, Sparks. It’s gonna work.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “It is.”