Page 106 of The Bridges I've Burned

His hand cupped the back of my neck, and he kissed me again. His lips brushed over mine like he’d done it a thousand times. I fisted his hair, rolling my hips against him.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered in my ear.

Yes.

I lifted my hips while my hands wrapped around his cock. He sucked in a breath as I angled my body. His fingers dug into my waist as I lowered myself onto him.

“So fucking tight,” he cursed as I took every delectable inch.

I’d never felt so full, so overwhelmed by need.

I’d never needed to move so badly in my life.

The first roll of my hips felt like paradise. The second, nirvana. Then, his mouth closed over my nipple, and I started grinding on that cock of his like it was my last day on earth. He lifted his hips, thrusting into me as I continued to ride him.

A hand slipped between my thighs, and Zander’s thumb found my clit.

“Oh my God,” I groaned as those sensitive nerves hit his thumb every time I rode him.

I felt myself growing close, that fluttering feeling building deep in my belly. My hips moved wildly, and Zander rubbed his thumb in exactly the right place.

That was all it took.

I shattered, panting and moaning as my core spasmed around him, driving him into a frenzy. He grabbed me around the waist, and I suddenly found myself on my back. He pushed one of my knees forward, and I swore he sank in deeper.

He slammed into me as the sound of sex filled the room. It was fast and dirty, and when he came with a guttural groan, I couldn’t look away.

It was addictive.

He was addictive.

And that was when I knew…this was far from casual.

My eyes fluttered open as the morning sun filtered in through the window.

That’s not my window.

Wait, when did I start calling it my window?

I turned in the unfamiliar bed, and my heart fluttered.

It fucking fluttered.

Wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, Zander was propped against the headboard with a sleek acoustic guitar resting on his thigh. He had a pencil tucked behind his ear as he glanced down at a notebook balanced on his bent knee while he absently plucked out chords.

It was like waking up to my own personal erotic fantasy.

“Enjoying the view, Louie?” His eyes found mine, and that lopsided grin spread across his face, making butterflies burst in my belly.

“Mmhmm,” I said, stretching languidly under the covers.

He watched every move, knowing how little clothing I had on at the moment.

Spoiler alert: it was none.

“What are you doing?” I pointed to the notebook.

“Messing around.” He shrugged.

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