The look on his face nearly destroyed me.
Love. Want. Pride. Something possessive and helpless all at once.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
I shook my head once, already overwhelmed, and he gave a short, helpless laugh that was almost a groan when I rolled my hips again.
I grinned, loving that I could make him feel this way.
His hands slid up my back, then down again. Then, with a low sound that seemed to have been pulled out of him against his will, he pushed himself upright beneath me and braced his back against the headboard, bringing me with him so I was still wrapped around him.
The change in position brought us chest to chest, mouth to mouth. It let me feel the full strength of him while I moved in his lap.
His mouth found my chest when I leaned forward, his lips against my breast, his forehead pressing there briefly, like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kiss me or just stay close enough to feel that I was real.
I cupped his face and made him look at me. “I love you,” I said as another orgasm built inside me.
His hands came up to hold me more fully, one spread wide at my back, the other at the side of my face, and for one suspended second we just looked at each other while my body kept moving with helpless urgency over his.
“Again,” he said quietly.
I swallowed. “I love you.”
He shut his eyes for a second. “Mine,” he said, not harsh, not demanding. Full of awe. Full of feeling. “My girl. My heart. All of you.”
The words hit me so hard I nearly folded over him.
I kissed him and kept moving, faster now, desperate and aching and completely past the point of pretending I was in control of any of this.
He met me there at last.
Not taking over.
Joining me.
His hips lifted to meet mine with the same care and hunger that had been building in him all night, and the change in pace tore another cry from me. His name fell out of my mouth again and again. His hands held me exactly where I needed them, his mouth moving over whatever part of me he could reach, kissing, praising, half losing his mind under me and trying to give me everything anyway.
The pressure built fast. I clutched at his shoulders, and he knew immediately.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
That was all it took.
The second orgasm hit harder than the first, dragging a helpless sound out of me as I came apart. He held me through it, one hand spread over my back, the other gripping my hip, his own control finally giving way as he followed me over the edge with my name breaking from him in a way I would remember for the rest of my life.
His arm tightened around my back. His other hand slid into my hair, steadying me, and when he tipped his forehead to mine again, his whole body felt different. More focused. More intent. Like every instinct in him had narrowed to this one moment.
“Zoey,” he said, rough now. “Look at me.”
I did.
His chest rose hard under my hands.
“If I do this, it will be real. Permanent. You’ll feel it.”
My pulse jumped.
I knew what he meant.
