Chapter Seventeen
Sia
Zach breaks our kiss and leans back, looking deep into my eyes. I gaze at the predator’s gleam in his own. He’s holding back... barely. He’s giving me a choice. I don’t need the choice. I want him to take it from me. He’s not letting that happen this time. I fight the trembling in my body, knowing if I let down my guard, he’ll own me.
I try to tell myself it isn’t worth it. But I’m already too deep, already used to him being back in my life, looking for him each time I move through a room, each time I know he’s supposed to be near. I listen for the sound of his voice, wanting him with so much longing, it takes my breath away.
If I allow this to happen, I’ll surely be a goner, far too attached to ever let him go again. Our summer together still rests inside me. Our night nearly a month ago fills my dreams. He’s too much to forget. Once before he carved his place inside my heart, and he’s quickly doing it again. I can’t afford the pain of losing him all over again. This man is a wolf on the hunt... and I’m most definitely his prey. The question is, do I want to be?
My mind’s screaming danger, but my body’s telling me to shut the hell up. I need this. We need this. We’re adults. Dammit! Why won’t he just kiss me again? Why is he leaving this choice up to me? Because then I won’t have any excuses this time. It won’t be a seduction, it will be a choice. The air is thick with hot, pulsing desire, and it’s pulling me under.
He presses against me, his lips only inches from mine; his arms cage around me, a cage I want to be trapped in. Even his scent seduces me, the smell of pine and sea air taking me over the edge. I want to lean in, to run my tongue across his lips, down his jaw, and across his neck where his pulse is pounding.
The heat inside me is building as my muscles quiver. I gaze at him, unable to look away, wondering what he sees in my eyes, if he senses my hunger.
“Stop fighting this, Sia. We’re good together,” he whispers in a low, sexy growl that sends wet heat straight to my core. He reaches up and caresses my jaw, his thumb skimming across my shaking bottom lip.
He leans forward, his eyes staying open as he kisses my bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and gently nipping. His eyes darken even more, showing me how much he wants me, how much he needs me, just as much as I need him. But he isn’t fighting what he wants.
I feel weak, and my body’s trembling. I also feel strong and powerful. He’s leaving this in my hands. Maybe this has to happen, maybe it’s the only way to let him go. I think I’ll have more regrets if I don’t make love to him right here and now, back where it all began.
I kiss him back, opening my mouth and pulling his tongue to me in a dance as old as time. My heart accelerates as he presses closer to me, his arms now a solid cage, his chest crushing my aching breasts, my nipples straining against my bra.
He sucks my tongue, then chases it back into my mouth. His hand moves down my cheek, his thumb skimming my lip. I break the kiss and suck it into my mouth, making him groan in pleasure. My eyes are barely open, but I can still see fire burning in his gaze as he looks at me with hunger, heat, and raw power barely being leashed.
He rips his thumb away then kisses me savagely as we both groan in pleasure. He’s no longer gentle as he owns my mouth, showing me how much he desires me. This is more than lovemaking, this is total possession, and neither of us hold back anymore.
He breaks away, leaning back enough to rip my shirt off me. “You’re mine now, Sia, mine!” he growls. Before I can take another breath, his lips are again on mine, throwing gasoline on the fire already lit inside of me.
He grabs my breast, kneading it as his thumb strokes my nipple through my lacy bra, causing both pleasure and pain. I don’t want any fabric between us. Now that I’ve made up my mind, I want to be lying against him skin to skin.
This is what I’ve needed all along. No matter how much I tried to fight it, I realize I was a fool. Our story isn’t finished yet, maybe it’s barely begun. He fills a need in me that no other can fill. He might be it for me. Only Zach can make my heart beat out of control.
He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, my favorite place to be. He grips my ass tightly as he pushes up against me. I meet his movements, hating the clothes in the way. I want him sinking deep inside of me. I also don’t want to separate long enough to strip.
He groans my name, and my anticipation builds. My desire grows, knowing I’m making him this hard, making him lose control. He needs me, wants me, wants to please me just as I want to please him.
He breaks away from my lips, and I whimper in protest, my lips tingling with the need to be kissed again. But then he runs his tongue down my jaw and follows the column of my neck to where my pulse is erratically beating. He moves across my collarbone, licking, kissing, and sucking each new place he finds. I throw my head back, giving him better access.
“You won’t run again,” he demands as he makes his way to my ear, whispering the words before biting down on my lobe. I’m ready to promise him anything just as long as he gives me what I need. I’m done, I’m his.
“Please, Zach, please,” I beg. I’m over this teasing. I want him inside of me.
He immediately stands, holding me, and opens the door to the cabin. He walks inside, shuts and locks the door, then moves to the bed. Before laying me down, he bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard through the fabric. I cry out at the exquisite pleasure of his tongue and teeth on me.
Then he drops me to the bed where I bounce before him. I’m in a lust-filled haze and can’t say a word as I watch him rip his clothes from his body. Within seconds he’s standing before me in all of his beautiful glory. Looking at him is nearly enough to make me fall over the edge into bliss. His large arousal is pulsing as he steps forward, the head glistening. I need a taste.
I sit up, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, and I grab him, pulling him to me with his dick. He lets out a guttural groan as I bring him to my mouth. I run my tongue across his silky head, tasting his pleasure. His hands reach up and grip my hair as I slowly suck him in, taking him deeper and deeper as I widen my throat.
He tries to pull back, but I squeeze my lips around him, moving up and down his beautiful shaft, tasting his pleasure, turning me on more and more. He shakes in front of me as I pull back and lick his head again while my fingers wrap around his base and squeeze.
“Enough!” he growls, pulling me from him. I pout up at him. I was just getting started.
He then pushes me back on the bed, his movements hard and rough, exactly what I want. He lies over me, his naked body grinding against mine. He kisses me hard again, making me lose my breath.
He pulls back and quickly unclips my bra, flinging it aside, then lies against me again, letting me feel the light dusting of hair on his chest against my bare nipples, making me ache even more as he grinds against me.
This is how it’s supposed to be, just Zach and me in our own little bubble, in our own little world. Nothing else matters except for this moment and how I feel right now. Life without making love to this man isn’t complete.
He slowly moves down my body and nibbles his way across my throat, then kisses the tops of my breasts. His tongue swirls around the edges of my nipples, teasing me for long moments before he finally gives me what I want and sucks a tight bud into his hot mouth, swiping his tongue over me as he sucks and nibbles. I push my hips up, needing my pants gone, needing him deep inside me.
He shifts and moves down my body, his glorious hands on my pants, pulling them and my panties away, leaving no barriers between us. He climbs back up my body, lying skin to skin with me. He’s hot, so damn hot, and I want to burn. His head is poised at my entrance, and I wiggle as I try to pull him inside me. I spread my thighs wider, showing him exactly what I need and want.
“Now!” I demand. I don’t want more foreplay. I want to be one with him. He looks at me for one long, burning moment then thrusts his hips, fully sinking deep inside me. I scream in pleasure as we become one.
As he pauses for a moment, I throw my head back, my eyes closing, my body about to explode. Then he starts to move. He pulls out, then slams forward again, over and over... until the only sounds filling the air are our groans and the slapping of flesh.
With each hit, my clit pulses, and it doesn’t take long to push me over the edge. I explode in a flash of lights and colors as waves of pleasure wash through me. He pumps harder all the way through my beautiful, long orgasm; his groans adding to the intensity.
He leans down and crushes his lips to mine while one hand grips my hip tightly as he picks up his pace and thrusts more. Our bodies are covered in sweat, our hearts beating as one, and he goes on and on. Thrust after thrust, his tongue tangling with mine.
My nipples press against him, and pressure once again builds. I grab his head and kiss him harder as I reach for my peak of pleasure. I rip my mouth from his and cry out as he hits me hard.
“That’s it, baby, let go,” he cries, his voice unrecognizable as he barely holds on to the last bit of control he has. I lift up and meet his hard thrusts, then I’m flying over the edge again, screaming as another orgasm takes me, this one harder, longer, and so intense I nearly black out. I can’t breathe... and I don’t care. I never want to come down from this high.
He roars as he fills me with his pleasure, his body shaking on top of mine. He keeps pumping, but his movements slow, then stop. I can’t open my eyes. I’m fully sated and more satisfied than I’ve ever been.
I’m drifting in and out of consciousness as I feel him shift off of me. I try to open my eyes, but my lids are far too heavy. A warm cloth rubs over my body, but I might be imagining it. I turn, and then feel Zach’s arms pull me against his chest. I smile as I give in to the darkness and fall into a deep, blissful slumber.