Chapter 18
eighteen
ZACH
I try to catch my breath as she stares up at me, her eyes wide, her skin flushed. Her expression is so full of, I don’t know, admiration, I guess. Which is weird, because she’s the one who should be proud.
She did it. She came here, she ran, she took what she wanted.
And I’m the lucky bastard who got to see her fall apart with pleasure. To feel her come on his fingers.
To taste her sweet lips as she presses her body against me, like she’s still hungry.
I run my hands down her sides, wondering if she has the strength to walk back to her car or if I should carry her, but instead of being done, she looks me dead in the eye and then…
She drops to her knees.
I blink, because her hands are on my fly, her fingers brushing against my rock hard erection. Christ, does she know what she does to me?
“This is supposed to be about you. You don’t have to…” My voice trails off as she reaches inside my jeans, her hand circling me through my shorts.
But apparently she wants to. So I reach down and cup her pretty face. She looks up, that adoring gaze in her eyes that I’m desperately trying not to react to. Not to read into.
It’s all a game. This is just part of it.
“You’re so big,” she whispers, pushing my shorts down, enough for my cock to feel the coolness of the air and the heat of her hand against it.
I breathe hard, trying to remind myself that I’m the one in control here. I’m the one in charge.
But I think we both know that’s a fucking lie.
She looks up at me again, her eyes so wide I’m already lost in them. “Tell me what to do,” she whispers.
She wants me to be in charge. To demand that she makes me feel good. And that’s okay, I can do that.
For her.
“Suck me.” It comes out gruff. And her pretty face lights up. She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue.
And looks up at me like I’m a god and she’s on her knees to worship me.
When her lips slide over me, I feel like I’m walking into heaven. Her mouth is velvety warm, her tongue flickering against my aching skin. I let my eyes close for a moment as a groan escapes my lips.
When I open them, she’s still looking at me, her mouth sliding over my hard cock like she was born to do this.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I tell her thickly. “So beautiful on your knees.”
Her sigh vibrates against me, deepening the pleasure, and I thread my fingers through her hair, encouraging her rhythm.
How the fuck did I get this lucky?
She doesn’t rush, and I don’t try to rush her. I’m too busy being fucking entranced by the way our eyes are locked. The way she’s making me feel, the way she’s on her knees for me.
When I’m the one who should be worshipping her right now.
Her tongue slides against me again, her cheeks hollowing. Fuck. I’m too close. Too overwhelmed. The focus of my entire world is on this woman right now.
“Sadie,” I murmur.
She flutters her damn eyelashes, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I press my palm against her flushed cheek, because I need to feel her skin. And then, because I’m apparently a controlling asshole, I pull her off me, and lift her up from her knees, capturing her lips with a kiss, as I whisper against her mouth.
“You ready for me?”
We both know what I’m asking.
Because if I’m going to come, it’s not going to be in her mouth. It’s going to be inside her, with her body tight around me.
She nods, her eyes almost fevered with excitement. I reach down, and fuck she’s even wetter. So warm and welcoming.
And I can’t help it, I kiss her again. Softer this time. Full of promise.
I will make it good for her. So good she’ll feel me for weeks.
“Put your legs around my waist,” I tell her, lifting her up and turning, pressing her back against the tree to give me purchase.
She does more than that, she wraps them tight, flinging her arms around my neck like she never wants to let go.
Then she leans in, kissing my neck, like she’ll never stop.
My breath catches at the way this woman trusts me. Wants me.
The same way I’m fucking desperate for her.
We talked about birth control in our messages. She’s on the pill. We’re both clean. But it still feels way too intimate as I press my swollen head against her sweetness.
She looks at me, her eyes wide, and for a second I’m lost in her gaze. It feels like we communicate without words. A fucking lifetime of conversation.
And then I push my way inside of her.
“Oh.”
She blinks and I slow myself, letting her adjust to me. Then inch by inch, I slide into her, until we’re connected in every way.
“Okay?” I whisper.
She nods.
That’s good. Because I’m not okay. I’m fucking reeling. She’s like a velvet fist around me, and I’m on the edge.
Of everything.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmur, feeling her adjust around me. “God, you feel like you were made for me.”
She caresses my face with soft fingers, like she can read my mind, then leans in and bites the lobe of my ear, before she whispers, “Please fuck me, Zach.”
That’s all it takes for the beast in me to take over.
Because I’m all cock and no brains as she starts to flutter around me.
I kiss her again, harder this time, and she smiles against my lips as I slam against her, my hands protecting her back from the unyielding bark, our hips colliding every time our bodies meet.
With every slide of my cock, I scrape against the neediest part of her, needing to make her feel as good as she’s making me feel. Then she’s gasping into my lips, her nails scraping against my shoulders, my neck, my chest as I take and give so roughly it makes us both breathless.
I can feel the pleasure rising, each thrust making me grunt harder. Like an animal seeking out carnal delights, I take and I take until we’re both on fire.
She lets out a pleasured sigh and it fills me up so much I’m finding it hard to breathe.
“Yeah?” I manage to rasp. “You like that?” I thrust and she takes every inch of me. “That’s my girl.”
This is the chase now, the fight for her final control, and apparently we’re both winning.
I watch her face, flushed and beautiful in the moonlight, seeing the exact moment her eyes lose focus.
I thrust deeper, faster, burying myself in her heat until the intensity is too much for either of us to bear.
Her body tightens around me in a sudden, powerful spasm that drags a guttural roar from my chest.
“Oh my God, Zach,” she groans, her nails digging into my shoulders so hard I swear they draw blood.
And I love it. Her words, her intensity, the way she convulses around my cock. Her hips push against me in one final, desperate buck as her body explodes.
Wave after wave of violent pleasure washes over her, and I watch as her eyes roll back, a silent scream on her lips. The thunder rages, rattling through her, through me, until nothing exists but her shuddering body wrapped around mine. Our mouths crash against each other like we can’t get enough.
A final ragged roar tears from my lips as I pump deep inside of her, drowning in the feeling of her seizing around me one last time.
My knees buckle as my orgasm crashes through me, and I tighten my arms around her waist. I twist, pulling her with me so I hit the cool moss first. I lie there, our legs tangled, her torn silver dress sparkling in the moonlight.
Then the forest is silent again, only our breathing breaking the stillness. Her pulse thuds against my chest, steady now, matching mine. I stare up through the canopy, moonlight spilling between the branches.
I was supposed to be the hunter.
But it turns out I never stood a chance.
SADIE
It feels like I’m floating, even though my body is too heavy to move. My limbs are loose, useless. The world sways beneath me in a slow rhythm, the kind that could rock me to sleep if I let it.
And I realize I’m being carried.
I must have fallen asleep after we had sex. God, that’s kind of embarrassing. But I love that he’s taking care of me like I’m something precious.
Like I mean something to him.
Something warm brushes against my cheek. Fingers, calloused and gentle, tuck a strand of hair away from my face. His voice reaches me through the fog, low and rough. “You did so well.”
The words melt through me, soft and deep. I want to answer, but my throat won’t cooperate. My head lolls against his shoulder, the heat of his skin seeping into mine. I realize he’s taking me back along the path, along the route I ran only an hour or so ago.
Each step he takes vibrates through his chest, steady and certain, and I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt more safe in my life.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, his breath stirring my hair. “I’ve got you.”
I think I nod. Or maybe I only imagine it. The night air is cool against my bare legs, the scent of the forest clinging to us. Somewhere close, the soft crunch of gravel tells me we’re leaving the woods.
My eyelids are so heavy it’s almost impossible to keep them open. I’m not sure I’ve felt exhaustion like this before.
“We’re at your car,” he murmurs, leaning over to open the door. “I’m going to put you in the passenger seat.”
The world tilts as he lowers me into the car, his palm steady against my neck until my head finds the rest. The leather is cool against my skin, a contrast to the flush of my body.
When he closes my door, I realize why he told me to leave the keys in the ignition. He planned for this, too. For the drive back, for the part where I’d be too spent to do anything but breathe.
A lump rises in my throat, unexpected and sharp. He thought of everything. I’m not sure why that touches me so deeply.
God, I can’t fall for this man.
The driver’s side opens, and he slides in beside me, his movements slow and deliberate. The engine hums to life, and he glances over, his face half lit by the dashboard glow. “You okay?” he asks, voice rough.
I nod, trying to find my words.