“Yours,” she whimpered.
Heat wrapped around him and he let out a moan of pleasure as he sunk into her. Pleasure sliced through his senses. God, she felt good. There was nothing better than the feeling of being inside her.
His tongue rolled against her nipple and her head arched back. He thrust deeper, harder, until she cried out his name. Her legs tightened against his hips. She gazed up at him, face flushed, eyes dark with hunger.
With deep, furious strokes, he buried his cock inside her. He found himself spiraling completely out of control. He felt her orgasm rising, and thanked the Goddess above. He wouldn’t last much longer.
Her flesh convulsed and rippled around his cock. She clamped around him and cried out. Ecstasy rocked him to the core, tightening his muscles and stealing his sanity. He let out a harsh cry as he thrust one last time, then erupted in heavy spurts of mind-blowing pleasure.
There wasn’t an ounce of energy left in his body when he collapsed beside her. She snuggled against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, drawing her closer.
His eyes closed and he started to drift off. He could hear Zoe’s steady breath. Feel the beat of her heart against his chest.
“I love you.” The words were a whisper, so soft he almost didn’t hear them.
Jack cringed inwardly at the words he knew she desperately wanted him to return.
But what was love, other than a fleeting emotion that could destroy a man’s sanity? He’d given into it once. Never again.
Why complicate what he had with his mate?
Zoe wanted to be loved. He didn’t fault her for it. But what she didn’t understand was that his oath, their bond, was worth more than three silly little words. Jack would protect her, and their child, so long as there was breath in his body.
Chapter 26
Jack was surprised that Zoe stayed put all week. Maybe he’d throw some more work to that little internet company she worked for. She seemed to be happiest when she was busy. Lying on his king size bed, with her wrapped in his legs, he didn’t think he’d ever felt happier.
“I going to hit the gym.” She glanced at the time on the phone, then tried to get untangled from the sheets and his legs.
“There’s one in the building. Third floor.”
“It doesn’t have what I need.” Naked, she stood and stretched.
Jack would have her back underneath him if she stretched like that again. He cleared his throat. “What kind of machine do you want? I’ll have it delivered tomorrow. This afternoon if you like.”
Her eyes danced when her gaze drifted south to his arousal. “No machine. Zumba class. I’ll grab a cab.”
“I can’t let you out of the house.”
“Not negotiable.”
“You think that creep gave up following you?” Jack jumped out of bed and stood directly in front of her with his arms crossed.
She walked around him and into the bathroom. “I’m not changing my life to that extent. I’m going to Zumba.”
She exited a few minutes later. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing a pair of skimpy shorts and workout bra.
Blood rushed south. “What about the baby, Zoe? You’re going to play roulette with its life too?”
She met his annoyed gaze. “If you’re worried about our safety then come with me.”
He let go, pulled on a pair of boxers, followed her into the kitchen, and grumbled, “I’m not doing fucking Zumba.”
She shrugged, tossed her head, and found her sneakers.
“Okay, fine.” Jack sighed. He was just getting her to accept him into her life. Going to her gym was a small concession. He picked up the phone to call his driver and alert security.
Less than an hour later, Jack watched through the large plate glass window that separated the classroom from the rest of the gym. Zoe gyrated and humped to the music with the others. He was shocked. There were ladies older than his mother shaking their boobs and jamming their hips into the air.
