Chapter seven
Moments Later
Thedoorclicksshutbehind us, sending a shockwave through my chest.
Around me, every detail sharpens. The honeyed glow of the cabin lights. Subtle thrum of jet engines beneath our feet. Charcoal Minky Couture blanket draped at the bed’s foot.
None of it matters. My world telescopes to Zach and only Zach.
He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling, shirt torn open from my impatient hands exposing lithe, defined muscles. His dark hair is wild and mussed where I’ve clawed through it. The careful mask he usually wears in public is gone.
What’s left is raw, hungry. Starving. Forme.
He takes my hands in his and a fever rush scorches my veins. My pussy aches to be filled with his cock.
I step forward once. Then again. He meets me halfway.
Our bodies collide. His mouth crashes onto mine, hot, claiming. My hands fist the ruined edges of his shirt, yanking him flush. His arms slam around my waist, hands greedy on my ass. I can’t help but grind against the rigid bulge straining in his pants.
I whimper into his mouth as his tongue sweeps inside. Slick, hungry, taking everything. Our breaths mix in the charged silence, every inhale his, every exhale mine. Our hearts hammer as if the cabin might come apart.
He breaks the kiss only to drag in air. “God, Sky, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”
I know exactly what he means. Fifteen years ago, we spent hours lost in tangled sheets, his mouth feasting on my pussy until I was hoarse from screaming. Shaking from orgasms that left me ruined.
He got himself off instead of fucking me. If I’m honest, all I’ve ever wanted is for Zach to be inside me. Hopefully now’s the time.
Zach lifts me with a growl and my legs wind around his hips. His cock is thick and hot and it burrows into the soaked lace covering my pussy like a homing device. I moan, lost, hips rolling to get closer. He stumbles to the bed, falling with me on top of him.
The mattress groans and the gray blanket spills to the floor. He buries his face in my neck, breath scorching my skin.
“Sky,” he rasps desperately.
His hands are everywhere. He hooks his fingers into my neckline and rips, tearing my silk blouse until the cool air licks my bare skin. Shrugging out of my bra, I arch into his palms as he cups my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples, making me gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He plunges a finger into my panties.
“All your fault,” I manage, breathless.
His grin is dark. Wicked. “I haven’t forgotten how you taste. I could devour you for hours…”
Unable to speak, I tremble, hips arching to his hand. He shreds my panties. Literally tears them off. Drags another digit through my slick, aching folds.
“Jesus, Sky…” His thumb circles my clit as if he memorized exactly how to make me come. “Fifteen years and you’re still… Tonight, I need to fuck you. Feel you come on my cock. I can’t restrain myself this time.”
Reaching down between us, I grip his thick cock. Velvet-smooth in my grip. I stroke him, thumbing the swollen head with his pre-come. He shudders, jaw clenched.
“No more waiting,” I pant, guiding him to my entrance.
He hesitates, breath shaky, eyes locked on mine. “Are you sure? I’m clean.”
“I am too. I’m on the pill.” I wrap my legs tighter, teasing him with a slow roll of my hips. “Shut up and fuck me.”
He bites his lip and thrusts in, slow and deep, splitting me open. I cry out, clutching his back, nails raking down as he fills me, stretching and claiming and perfect. He holds still, cheek aligned with mine, both of us caught in the shock of finally—finally— this being more than a fantasy.
“You’re fuckingunreal,” he groans. “God, I’m not gonna last.”
“Don’t care.” I rock up to meet him, greedy for more. “All I need is for you to give it to me. Hard. Everything you have.”
