“Skirt has to come off,” he says. “I need to witness me entering you for the first time.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Bedside table.”
I slide off him and the bed, then let the skirt fall to the floor. Zander palms himself as I stand in his bedroom completely naked. I find a box of unopened condoms in the drawer of his bedside table, crack it open, and pinch one out.
“It’s been a while.”
“What’s a while?” I ask, replacing his hand with my own as I rejoin him on the bed.
He blinks, slightly dazed, then shakes his head. “Six months, maybe. Friend of a friend. Just sex. That fizzled out and I was left with a box of condoms…I’m also all clear, if you were wondering.”
“I hadn’t even thought of that.” I say, sliding a condom down his generous length and delighting in how his body twitches. My hands freeze once it’s fully on, and I let out a shaky breath. “Is that bad? I—I haven’t had sex since Dan. That was almost two years ago now.”
“Okay. You okay?”
Zander grips my hips as I climb on top of him once more. I gather my hair to one side and nod. He runs his hands up my body, pulls me down to him and kisses me, softly.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re hesitating,” he says, running his thumb along my jawline. “You can say no anytime. What we did out there was enough.”
“No, no,” I say and feel my cheeks go hot. “I want to do this. I’m just getting in my head.”
“You’re in charge today, then. Take it at your speed and tell me everything you want.”
I exhale. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me.” He runs his hands along my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps, until he’s back at my hips, then my thighs. I straighten, throwing my hair back and sticking my chest out. “Now, ride me, Addie. Show me how bad a good girl can be.”
Oh god, this man. I rise up on my knees and he reaches between us to position himself at my entrance. I sink down on him and don’t stop until he’s all in. We both let out contented sighs.
“Jesus,” I hiss. He’s the perfect fit.
“All good?” He runs his hands along my thighs. His fingers follow the line of ink I have tattooed on my upper thigh, hidden from the world unless I’m in a bathing suit or, well, like this. “What’s it say?”
“Remember your fire,” I answer. “It’s from my first book.”
“It suits you.”
The quote has nothing to do with my current situation and everything to do with rising up after the worst possible circumstances. But in this moment, I do remember my fire. For him. For us.
I grab Zander’s hand and drop it right where I need it between us. He grins, curling his fingers.
“How do you want it, Addie?”
“Fast. Hard.”
He does well with direction, immediately working my clit. I gasp and begin moving my hips. I grind against him and smirk as he lets out a low hiss. I don’t have it in me to continue this slow, exploring rhythm, and from looking at the strained muscles in his neck, I can tell he feels the same.
I bring my lips down to his. And just a breath apart, I whisper, “I’m ready.”
I slam down on him and move my hips in a frenzy.
“Fuck, Addie,” he grits out between shuddery breaths. “What do you need?”
“Breasts,” I pant. They bounce with each one of my movements. “Hands on.”
Zander readily grabs hold, one hand wet, adding extra sensation to my already tight nipples. He cups me as I bounce, overflowing into his hands. He circles my nipples with his thumbs and I arch into him.
