I reply breathlessly, “Right back at you.”
He lets out a low, raspy laugh that drips down my spine like warm honey and blooms between my legs, over my hard nipples… I need to get us out of this dangerous zone.
“Let me see your wound.”
Smirking, because he knows exactly what I’m doing, Zak pulls back and unbuttons his shirt. When he shrugs it off, I have to bite back a moan. Because, fuck, he’s gorgeous. All that tattooed skin. Those muscles. The contrast with the stark white bandage wrapped around his torso.
I carefully peel back the bandage. The wound looks good, clean. There’s no sign of infection. It’s healing well.
“Looks good,” I murmur, gently running my fingers over a patch of skin below his stitches.
“Yeah?” His voice is all rasp.
I swallow hard. “Yeah. You’re healing fast.”
“Good.” His hand comes up, cupping my face. Tilting it up to meet his gaze. “Because I need to be at full strength for what I’m about to do to you.”
My breath catches. “What are you about to do to me?”
“Everything.” He leans down, bringing his mouth to my ear. “Gonna fuck you, wife. Claim you. Finally make you mine.”
Oh God.
“Here?” I whisper.
Another dark chuckle. “Here. Now. On my desk. Against the wall. In our bed. Everywhere, baby.”
“Zak…”
“Say yes.”
I should say no, slow this insanity down, think. But I don’t want to. Can’t. Not with the heat from his body warming up to my core. His strength surrounding me. His deep eyes blazing for me. This impossible, one-of-a-kind man wants me. Fucking needs me.
I finally breathe out, “Yes.”
He growls. Actually growls. Then he’s kissing me again. Hard. All-consuming. Hands everywhere. Fucking devouring me with his entire body.
He lifts me on top of the desk and steps between my legs, his big hands sliding under my shirt to pull it over my head.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters, staring at me in just my bra.
He reaches behind me, unclasps it, and lets it fall.
Then his mouth is on my breast, sucking, biting, driving me fucking insane.
I arch into his touch, my hands in his hair, and finally admit, “I need you.”
“You got me.” He pulls back, eyes wild. “All of me. Forever.”
Then he unbuttons my jeans, pulls them down along with my panties, leaving me bare on the lacquered wood of his desk.
He steps back, looking at me, drinking me in, already fucking me with his eyes.
“Fucking perfect,” he rumbles.
Then he’s undoing his belt, his pants, and frees himself. And fuck! He’s huge… Thick. Hard. Dripping precum. Fucking ready.
He groans, stepping between my legs. “Gonna make it so fucking good for you, wife.”
