"Look at me," he says, voice suddenly sharp, and I obey, meeting his eyes as he makes me fall apart. "You're so fuckinggorgeous when you come," he whispers, and the words push me over the edge.
I come with a shudder, vision fracturing, hands clutching at his shoulders.
Zach holds me through every pulse, slowing only when I collapse back against the pillows, boneless and panting.
I've never felt anything like this—like I'm floating and drowning all at once. Everything feels both impossibly sharp and wonderfully hazy, like I'm experiencing the world through new senses entirely.
He rises from between my legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then crawls up my body to press kisses to my forehead, my cheek, my lips—each one softer than the last.
When I finally open my eyes, I find pride and awe in his expression, a softness that has nothing to do with lust.
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, and I realize I'm smiling, giddy with the aftershocks of what just happened.
He presses our foreheads together, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. The silence is full, not awkward—more like a secret we've both been waiting to share.
My breathing finally steadies—just enough for me to notice the prominent bulge still straining against Zach's sweatpants.
My eyes drift downward, lingering there a little too long as heat blooms low between my thighs.
"What about you?" I ask, my voice rough and husky with lingering pleasure.
Zach follows my gaze, his lips curving into that slow, knowing smile that always ruins me. "Oh, did you think we're done, babe?"
"Aren't we?" The question slips out breathless... and maybe a little too hopeful.
"Caroline, baby," he murmurs, voice dropping to a low rumble that vibrates through me. "We're just getting started."
Oh thank fuck!
Instantly, I feel another wave of heat spark low in my stomach—like my body just got the memo thatthis is it.The big night.
No more waiting, no more almosts, no morewe should stop before we do something we'll regret.Nope.
We're officially crossing over to the land of zero self-control and absolutely no return.
My brain is short-circuiting, somewhere betweenholy crap this is happeninganddo I look sexy or do I look like a dying seal right now?
My pulse is doing its own drum solo, my hands have forgotten what to do, and every single rational thought I've ever had has packed up and left the building.
I'm equal parts terrified and thrilled—like waiting in line for a rollercoaster you begged to ride, only to realize too late that it's a thousand feet high and you're definitely about to scream the whole way down.
But God... I've never wanted to fall this bad.
Zach fishes out a small, square packet from his pocket, a condom, flashing a mischievous grin at me.
"Bit presumptuous, aren't you?" I tease.
"Just like to be prepared," he replies with a wink.
Zach stands up and removes his hoodie, revealing his chiseled, gorgeous body, causing my throat to go dry. In one swift motion, he pushes down his sweatpants and boxers, the fabric sliding over his hips before pooling at his feet.
For a split second, I'm so entranced by the motion itself that my mind goes blissfully blank.
And then I see it—him—and holy mother of...shit.
Zach's cock springs free, standing hard and proud, a fucking monument to every fantasy I've ever had about him and then some. It's big, but not intimidatingly so, the kind of cock thatwould fill me up perfectly without making me question my life choices.
The shaft is thick and ridged with veins, flushed a deep, angry red, and so rigid it curves gently upward toward his abs. The head is broad and perfectly shaped, like it was sculpted out of marble and then painted a shade darker than the rest of him, already glistening at the tip.
