"Right there, oh god, right there," I pant, my hips bucking wildly against his, chasing the release that hovers just beyond reach.
"Tell me how good it feels," he demands, his rhythm becoming erratic.
"So—so good," I stammer as he hits that perfect spot deep inside me. "Harder, please!"
"Like this?" He slams into me, the headboard crashing against the wall. "This what you need?" Thrust. "No one gets you like this but me. Remember that." Thrust.
I can only nod frantically as another orgasm builds impossibly fast. "I'm gonna—"
"Come for me again," he commands, his thumb finding my clit. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock."
The orgasm hits me like lightning, my whole body convulsing as I scream his name, the sound echoing off the walls.
My thighs clamp around him, trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure tears through me.
Zach's rhythm falters, his eyes locked on mine as he follows me over the edge.
"I love you," he gasps against my mouth, the words spilling from him again and again as he pulses inside me. "I love you, I love you," each declaration punctuated with desperate kisses as he empties himself deep within me.
CHAPTER fifty-seven
CAROLINE
After Zach fucked me six ways from Sunday, we crashed hard. Sated, exhausted, warm. One minute we were talking in that soft, sleepy way you only do after the best night of your life, my head on his chest after we showered... and the next, I'm jolted awake by the violent buzzing on my phone.
I blink, disoriented. Thank God only the lamp on his nightstand is on — no harsh overhead lights, no interrogation vibes — just soft, golden glow.
Zach's arm is draped over my waist, pulling me close in that instinctive, unconscious way he does even in his sleep. It makes my stomach warm, makes me smile before I can stop it.
God, I love waking up like this. Wrapped in him. Safe. Wanted.
But the buzzing doesn't stop.
My attention snaps to my phone on the nightstand.
I reach for it quickly, squinting at the screen.
4:03 a.m.
Two missed calls from Sam.
One unread message.
A little bolt of unease zips through me as I tap her name.
The message pops up.
Just one word.
SAM
9-1-1
My heart slams so hard it's like it hits the inside of my ribs.
I shoot upright, breathing fast, already dialing her number with shaking fingers. At the same time, I shove my free hand behind me to nudge Zach awake.
"Come on, come on, pick up the phone," I whisper as it rings, dread climbing higher with each second Sam doesn't answer.
