She fumbled with the buckle, fingers clumsy with urgency. Zach helped her, yanking his belt free with one hand while pinning her against the wall with the other. The sound of his zipper lowering sounded impossibly loud in the charged air.
His cock sprang free, and he hissed as she wrapped her fingers around his erection. She slid her hand up and down the length of him, and he grew thicker, harder, longer.
“Emma.” Her name was a warning. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his breathing ragged. “If you keep— I can’t?—”
“Good.” She stroked him, and his cock jerked in response. “I don’t want you controlled. I want you.”
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away. Before she could protest, he hooked his fingers into her waistband.
“These need to be gone,” he growled. “Now.”
He set her down just long enough to strip away her pants and underwear in one smooth motion. Emma kicked them aside, gasping as Zach dropped to his knees in front of her.
“What are you—oh,God.”
He licked his way up her inner thigh, nibbling and sucking his way higher, as his fingers found her throbbing clit and worked it. She gripped his short hair, clasping him closer. When his breath ghosted across her core, she shook.
“Zach, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” He looked up at her, and the raw hunger in his eyes weakened her knees. “I want to taste you. Feel you come apart on my tongue.”
His mouth was on her, and she stopped thinking entirely. His thumbs parted her wet folds. His tongue, skilled and relentless, lashed inside her, working her open, driving her wild. Her thighs clenched around his head.
“Zach—oh God—I can’t—” Emma’s head hit the wall, body trembling. The pleasure was building too fast, too intense, spiraling higher and higher?—
She came hard, crying out his name, frantic hands gripping his shoulders as the orgasm ripped through her. Zach worked her through it, gentler now, until the aftershocks faded and Emma was a shaking, gasping mess.
He rose to his feet, his mouth covering hers again. She tasted herself on his tongue, and the intimacy of it made her heart stutter.
“Beautiful,” his voice was thick with desire. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
Her hands roamed his body, relearning the geography of muscle and scar. Her fingers wrapped around him again, and he stifled a hungry groan against her lips.
“Emma—wait—” He caught her hand. “I need—we need?—”
Protection. Right. Emma’s brain was still fuzzy with pleasure, but that cut through.
“Right,” she managed. “Ah…”
Zach kissed her once more, rough and possessive, before reluctantly pulling away. Emma leaned against the wall, her legs still unsteady, as he strode naked to his gear bag by the door. The view was spectacular—all lean muscle and controlled power and predatory grace. What would it be like to have all that strength surrounding her as he buried himself inside her? Her pussy clenched.
He was back in seconds, tearing open the wrapper with his teeth. He rolled on the condom, and her mouth went dry at the sight of him—thick and hard and ready for her.
He lifted her again, pressing her into the wall, and Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, spreading her thighs wide.
“Look at me,” Zach ordered, his voice rough as gravel. “Give me your eyes.”
She lifted her lashes to meet his heated gaze. His face was inches away, those molten steel eyes dark with want andsomething more complicated. He held her where his cock teased her entrance, rubbing without entering.
“Tell me you want this.” Despite the desperation, the urgency—he was still giving her an out. Her heart skipped a beat. “Tell me you want me. Not because you’re angry. Not because we fought. Because you actually wantme.”
The question cut through the haze of lust, reaching something deeper. Emma cupped his face.
“I want you, Zach Steele. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I want all of you.” She pressed her forehead to his. “Is that clear enough?”
His answer was to kiss her with bruising intensity as he brought her down onto his cock. He pushed inside, slow and steady, giving her body time to adjust to his size.
The stretch was intense—he filled her completely—but Emma welcomed the burn. It grounded her, made this real and immediate. And so fuckinggood.
