Zane had smashed it down, and I’d lethim.
Or maybe the alcoholhad.
Either way, I was totally in this with him right now. I was feeling it. I was feelinghim.
I was feelingeverything…
And it was absolutely fuckingterrifying.
I was drowning in the bliss of him, in the feeling of being his, ofwantingto be his. I was suffocating in it as our tongues ravaged each other’s mouths and we fused ourselvestogether.
And all I wanted was for this moment to last. To be here with him. Nowalls.
To do this, with him,forever.
No fighting. Justthis.
He reached down between my legs and started rubbing my clit as he fucked me. He groaned as wekissed.
And I came with ascream.
The pleasure ripped through my body like lightning, white-hot, as he pounded into me. I made all kinds of whimpering, desperate, pleading sounds I didn’t even know I could make with aman.
“Yeah… Fuck, you’re sobeautiful.”
“Ah,Zane…” I moaned and gasped and fucked him as hard as I could, until he rammed into me, harder, and pinned me down to the bed. His hips slammed into me a couple of times, and I felt the spasms of his cock deep inside me as hecame.
“Fuck,Maggie…” He groaned my name. “Christ… I loveyou…”
I rocked my hips, and when Zane responded by slamming into me again, I started to come again. I moaned, rubbing my body against his, every-fucking-where.
I wanted to push him off. I wanted to shove him away when he said thosewords.
I loveyou…
But instead, I clung tohim.
He kissed me, kissed my face all over with a million soft kisses as the pleasure shook me—body and, yes,soul.
When we’d taken everything we could get from each other, when we’d finally gone still, he smoothed my hair back from my face and stared atme.
“Admit it,” he said, kissing me softly on the lips. His weight pressed me to the bed. He was still inside me. Still insisting, with his body, that I was his. “Why can’t you just admit that you want this? That you loveme…”
And in the moment, all the fight had escaped me—leaving me limp and vulnerable. A soft, broken thing, shattered by histouch.
“Of course I love you,” I whispered, as his blue eyes held mine. “But I justcan’t.”
He stared down at me. “Yeah,” he said, softly, “youcan.”
“No. No, I can’t. I can’t love you,Zane.”
“Of course youcan.”
“No. Ican’t.”
He stared at me for a heartbeat. Then he let me go. He pulled out. “Why?” He pulled away. “Why the fucknot?”
“Because,” I said, drawing the bedspread up over me. My voice was barely a whisper. “You’re too much likehim.”
