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His tongue slides into my mouth and I cling tighter to him. He lifts me up, then spreads me over his lap and surges his hips up, letting me feel all of the hardness between his legs. I push down against him, too turned on to be mortified by my actions. The kiss intensifies and I lose all control as I push every thought from my head. Just a few more minutes, just a few more minutes...

Chapter Eight

Zach

As Sia’s in my arms, our mouths one, the years melt away. I remember the feel of her body against mine, remember the youth, the excitement, the pure bliss in a world that seemed to be spinning out of control until I met her. She grounded me in a way no other woman had ever done before.

I deepen the kiss and she melts against me, her familiar touch moving to my chest, exploring as she feels the differences in my body. Her eagerness back then was power to my ego. Her enthusiasm now fuels my need. We’re both utterly lost, and neither of us want to come back to reality.

Sia rubs herself against my pants and I groan into her mouth. I should pull back, ask her if she’s sure about this, but I’m as lost as she is right now. I’m well aware there might be regrets, but we’ve been together before many times. We know each other’s bodies. We need to do this. I slide my hands down her back and cup her delicious ass, pulling her down and grinding her into me. It’s pure heaven.

I lift her, placing us both on our feet without our lips breaking apart. The kiss deepens and I play with the hem of her shirt. She shivers in my arms. I break the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head. I don’t have a chance to devour her with my eyes before our lips are connected again. She sways in my arms as my hands splay against the satin of her back.

I reach for the clasp of her pants, she trembles as I undo them, then I slip my hands into the waistband and slowly lower them to the ground, moving my lips down the side of her neck and over the swell of her breasts. She’s before me in nothing but a bra and panties and she’s even more beautiful than she was nine years before. Her body has new curves and I want to kiss each inch of her.

I move her backward, sitting her on the couch before pulling her hips forward. She’s shaking as she gazes at me with hooded eyes. We need this with a desperation I’ve never felt before. I lean forward and kiss her thighs as I spread her legs apart, her damp panties only inches from my face.

“Beautiful,” I sigh as my tongue roams across her shaking thighs. I reach up and tear her panties, exposing her wet heat to my gaze. My mouth waters before I push her legs farther apart and lean forward.

She cries out at the first lap of my tongue. I trace her folds, inhaling her essence before I find her clit and suck hard. She shakes in my arms as her body twists on the couch. I hold her hips as I devour her, bringing her to the brink before backing off again and again until she’s begging me for completion. I finally lap at her clit until she stiffens and trembles in my arms as her orgasm goes on and on. I’m barely hanging on to control now.

While she trembles on the couch, I pull out a condom I’m grateful to have with me, and quickly strip my clothes away. She gazes at me with pure satisfaction as I lay her back on the couch and slide my body over hers.

Our mouths connect again and I kiss her with so much hunger neither of us can breathe. We have to rip our mouths apart and take in breaths. I bury my face in her neck as I align myself to her, gripping her hip so tightly I’m sure there will be marks. I’m losing control.

With a hard thrust I bury myself within her hot folds and she lets out another cry of pleasure as I pull back and surge forward again. I lose all sense of time and reality as I pump hard in and out of her tight body. She tenses again as my orgasm draws closer.

Then she screams, her body squeezing me. One more pump and my cry joins hers as I release in the most powerful way, wave after wave of pleasure washing through me. I pump a few more times, drawing out our pleasure before I collapse against her, both of our bodies spent.

When I’m able to catch my breath again, I rise, quickly taking care of the condom. I come back to her, lift her into my arms, and carry her to her small bed. I lay us both down and hold her in my arms. Neither of us say a word. What can we say? This was unexpected and something so powerful we can’t deny it was meant to happen.

It was intense, our passion filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions from our shared history. This was always meant to be. I think I realized it from the moment she stepped inside my house. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize her right away. What comes next? I’m not quite sure.

It doesn’t take long before Sia falls asleep in my arms, her breathing soft and even. I gaze at her for several long moments, marveling at how stunning she is, no guard on her features as she lets go of everything and slumbers.

I’m contemplating a nap myself when I hear a notification on my phone that’s in the living room. This apartment’s so dang tiny though, I’m sure I could hear a notification even if my phone was in the next unit over. I think about ignoring it when another message, then a third comes in. Dammit!

Carefully I extract myself from Sia, not wanting to wake her. I move to the living room where our clothes are scattered. I lift my phone and see several messages from Callan. There’s an urgent problem at the ranch and he needs me to come home ASAP.

I don’t want to leave, but I also can’t make a call from inside the apartment without waking her. Honey stirs from her nap and looks up at me with sleepy eyes. I let out a sigh as I search for a pen and paper. I quickly leave a note for Sia, telling her I have to run home for an emergency, and I’ll be back so we can talk. I leave it on her tiny nightstand, get dressed, then place her strewn clothes in her bedroom. While making love to her, I’d completely forgotten about her roommate, foolish on my part as the woman could’ve walked in at any moment. Luckily that didn’t happen. I don’t want Nikki to come home to Sia’s clothes strewn all over the place though.

With one last look at Sia, I move back to the living room, gather up Honey, and quietly exit the apartment. I want to get this emergency taken care of as soon as possible so I can get back to Sia. We have a lot to discuss.

I’m wearing a big smile as I drive home, even singing along to the radio, something I never do. In this moment my world is aligned, and I feel great. Maybe this box, and it leading me to Sia, isn’t such a bad thing. Is that how my brothers felt on their own journeys? Most likely.

When I arrive home both Callan and Blaze are waiting. They seem worried, which is highly unusual. It takes a lot to shake up Blaze, who enjoys living his life at the highest possible adrenaline level he can. Thankfully, Courtney has calmed him down somewhat.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

Callan has papers in front of him, his brow knitted.

“It seems that we’re being sued,” Callan tells me.

I laugh. “That’s not an emergency. That happens every other month,” I say with a wave of my hand as I move to the coffee pot to make a fresh cup. I’m filled with energy right now and don’t need the caffeine, but I enjoy the flavor.

“This is different, Zach,” Blaze says, his normal smile gone.

“How so?” I ask, still not worried. I could still be with Sia, figuring out creative ways of waking her up and making love to her again. My head buried between her thighs seems like a great way to wake her.

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