Page 63 of We're One

Zach’s eyes go feral; he’s no longer willing to be obedient. He rises from the chair, a predator about to claim his mate. I’m in his arms before I can so much as move an inch, then he takes me to the bed and lays me out before him. He leans down and kisses me, rough and hot, until I’m moaning.

Moving down my body, his hands glide over my skin, the curve of my breasts, the peaks of my nipples, and the inside of my thighs. He’s the teaser now, not touching me where I want his touch most. I groan as my body shakes before him.

He begins kissing and licking my chest, as his fingers play my body like an instrument. He takes a nipple in his mouth and scrapes his teeth over it, sending wet heat to my core, opening my thighs.

He trails down my trembling stomach, and I whimper as I hold my breath. I was trying to be the seductress, but I have nothing on Zach. He finally kisses the top of my pelvis and I raise my hips, showing him what I want and need. He breathes on me, his hot breath a sweet caress.

He scoots over and kisses my thighs, and I let out a groan of disapproval. He knows where I want his mouth and he’s giving me payback for my striptease. I’m desperate as I thrash on the bed beneath his powerful touch.

Finally, his lips are on my clit, and he sucks while his tongue circles it again and again, making me cry out as I reach down and grab him, holding him in place as my hips rise and pressure builds. He sucks, licks, and nips until an orgasm washes through me, leaving me absolute putty in his hands. He continues licking until the very last quiver washes through me, and then he kisses his way back up my body. He holds me for several moments until I get my breathing under control, then his sweet lips are on mine again.

Lying on his side next to me, our tongues tangle in the most primitive way. I reach down, letting my nails trail across his hard chest and abs, and finally grip him in my fist and pump, his sweet pleasure offering lubricant. His body shakes, alive with pure, raw, unadulterated desire.

He caresses me as I pump him, our kisses growing more desperate the longer we tease each other. He reaches down and runs his finger across my folds before slipping two inside, and I gasp against his lips. He slowly pumps in and out, in and out, my pulse beating out of control. I kiss him harder, holding the back of his neck with one hand and his dick in the other.

He breaks away from my mouth to devour my nipple again, both of us wanting to be one, but also not wanting this moment to ever end. I can’t wait any longer, though. It’s only been days, but I need for us to be one, need the connection to show how much I love him, body and soul. I tug on his head and he looks into my eyes and climbs over me.

Our gazes lock together as he lowers himself between my spread thighs, and he slowly enters me, inch by inch until we’re pressed tightly together, our bodies and souls now one. I let out a long sigh.

“I love you,” I whisper.

His lips turn up as he slowly begins to pump in and out of my hot body. He leans down and kisses me, slow and sweet, his pumping steady, as if he has all night to love me the way I want to be loved.

“I love you,” he huskily whispers. My heart soars. This moment, here and now is what I’ve needed for almost a decade. I pull his face to me and kiss him, harder this time, my body on fire, yet my heart at ease.

“Harder,” I demand after a moment. We’ve taken our time, loved each other thoroughly. Now, I need to explode. “More.” I demand in my hunger.

He gives me what I want and increases his speed, holding my hips in place as he plunges in and out of me, both of us lost, our mouths tangling, our bodies on fire, and I shake below him as an orgasm rips through me. He quickly follows, then slows his pumping until we’re both spent.

He quickly shifts to his back, pulling me with him, keeping us one. I lie sprawled on top of him, never wanting to move again. This is where I want to be, connected to the man I love.

“I love you, Sia, I love you more than I knew was possible.”

I can’t lift my head from his shoulder. I smile against the side of his neck. “I love you, Zach,” I softly say. We lie entwined, his arms around me, my hand caressing his shoulder. I’m so glad I’ve lost my fear, so glad to be right here with him, so glad we’ll be together forever.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Sia

I wake up and try to stretch, but I’m weighed down by Zach’s arm. I turn and smile as I see the peaceful look on his face. I never take afternoon naps, but I’m not complaining about it at all. I’ll stay in his bed for as long as Zach wants. I don’t think our lovemaking will ever grow old. There are so many things I love about him, I can’t name a favorite, but I do have to say I love how he makes me feel as I lie in his arms. He worships my body like it’s his own personal treasure. No wonder I’ve never been able to be with another man.

“Like the view?” I jump as Zach says this. I look up from his glorious chest into his sparkling eyes.

“I happen to like the view a lot.” He leans over and kisses me. My stomach suddenly lets out a loud rumble, making him laugh.

“It seems someone’s hungry.”

“This baby won’t make up its mind. I’m either starving or puking. There doesn’t seem to be an in-between.” I laugh.

“Let’s take a quick shower, then feed you,” he suggests. I turn against him and feel his arousal pressing into me. My body heats up, but my stomach lets out another rumble. I laugh as I push away from him.

“I’ll take a quick shower in here, and you use the other bathroom. If I don’t take advantage of eating when I’m not sick, I’ll wither away, and if we climb in the shower together, I won’t eat for at least another hour.”

He sticks his lip out in a perfect pout, nearly causing me to change my mind, but I hop from the bed and let him enjoy the sway of my naked hips as I rush into the bathroom and firmly shut the door. I click the lock into place and grin when I hear his laughter.

With my hair on top of my head, I take a quick three-minute shower, exit, walk into his closet, grab one of his T-shirts, slip it on, then exit the room in need of nourishment. I beat him to the kitchen. I raid the fridge and make two sandwiches by the time he joins me.

He comes up behind me and rests his hands on my hips as I take my first bite. I sigh in happiness. “Are you wearing anything beneath this shirt?” he asks against my ear, his hot breath heaven.

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