Heat spreads through my belly as I swallow with difficulty. “Oookay.”
We get to the car. He loads the books into the back seat and opens my door.
I slide in, my heart racing.
He gets in, starts the engine, and pulls out of the parking garage. And we make it maybe two blocks before he pulls into an empty side street.
“Honey, what…”
He cuts me off with a kiss, his hand fisting in my hair. I moan into his mouth, my fingers curling into the lapels of his jacket.When he pulls back after a long, deep, wet tongue-fucking, we’re both breathing hard.
His thumb brushes my lower lip, and he rumbles, “Backseat. Now.”
When we climb in the back, Zak pulls me on his lap, making me straddle him.
His hands go to my hips, hard, desperate, gripping. Fucking perfect.
“So fucking perfect.”
“Zak,” I breathe.
He kisses me again, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me, teasing me.
I grind down on him, feeling how hard he is.
And he groans. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
His hands slide under my scrubs, warm, rough, demanding, fucking everywhere.
I moan into his mouth, “I need you.”
Eyes locked on mine, he lifts me to help me lower my pants, his big hands shaking. And I fucking love that. The way I affect him, the way this implacable man loses control with me. Only me.
When I sink down on him, we both groan.
“God, Nadia.”
“You feel so good.”
We’re staring into each other’s eyes, lips parted, breathing the same air, our bodies connected. He grips my hips, guiding me. Harder. Faster. The car rocks. And I’m so lost in him. In the feel of him inside me. The way he fills me. Stretches me. Fucking owns me.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice is wrecked. “Take what you need.”
“Zak…”
“Gonna fill you up.” His hands tighten on my soft flesh. “Gonna put my fucking baby in you.”
“Yes! God, yes!”
He thrusts up hard. Once. Twice. Making me explode around his long, thick, hard cock. Then he’s coming too, groaning my name.
I’m shaking, clinging to him. My face buried in the crook of his powerful neck, lips parted on his warm skin, tongue licking the drops of sweat dewing his skin.
We stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard, tangled together. My pussy and his cock still pulsing in rhythm.
Finally, he cups my face, kisses me, tucking me deep in his arms.
Epilogue
