Page 138 of Love Me Dangerous

“I was kind of in a hurry,” I reply.

He gives the fly of his jeans a quick adjustment. “I know the feeling. Think we can get away to the barn for a few minutes?”

I laugh. “Maybe after dessert?”

His look turns hungry. “You’re the only dessert I want.”

A needy shiver coils straight down to my core. I take in the longing in his expression, the way he’s focusing on me, and the tight, raw tenderness cracking me open.

He’s here. He came back. Just like he said he would.

In one swift move, he hoists me over his shoulder. Surprised, I try to wriggle free, but we arrive at the doorstep still tangled up and both of us breathing hard. He sets me down just as the door opens again, and we’re ushered inside, where my family and the Huttons are clustered around William, who looks even more like Zach in the bright lights of the living room.

Zach is welcomed with hugs and laughter, but through it all, he doesn’t let me out of his sight. As soon as his coat is hung up and we’re drifting back to the dining room, he reaches for my hand.

Ava’sYou’re a goner for this boy, aren’t you?rattles around in my head.

When he treats me to one of his soft smiles, I have my answer.

Later, after my family has gone home and William is set up in one of the Huttons’ guest rooms, Zach and I barely make it through the doors of the bunkhouse above the barn before we’re peeling off each other’s clothing, our kisses eager and our bodies heating the chilled space.

“I missed you so much,” Zach says with a groan, kissing down to take my nipples into his mouth. “Every minute. Every hour.”

I arch to him, the wall cold against my bare back. “You have no idea.”

He drops to his knees and slides my jeans down. “I think I’m about to find out.”

I come on his tongue in a matter of minutes, rocking against him, my hands in his hair, and then he’s folding me over the couch, his belt buckle clattering in his rush. Anticipation sears through me as I breathe in gulps, bracing for him. And then the hot, thick tip of him slides against me.

“Please,” I beg.

He strokes up my back in a slow, sensual caress. “Fuck. So perfect.”

I look over my shoulder and take in the smoldering hunger in his gaze. With our eyes locked, in one smooth thrust, he drives inside.

The stretch is intense. Right on the edge of what I can take. I curl my fingers into the cushions and shut my eyes.

“Breathe, baby,”he purrs.

I try to do as he says, and focus on how incredible he feels. How right.

With a groan, he inches deeper.

God, it’s good. I’m small and tight where he’s firm and thick.

Zach pauses deep inside me to caress up and down my back, and the sensations brought on by his gentle touch while desire starts to burn hot inside me is as wild as it is delicious. As if sensing this, Zach slides both hands to my waist and starts to thrust in a slow, sensual pace. His breaths synch with mine as we move together.

The pleasure builds so fast, coiling from the base of my spine through my chest and shoulders. I lower my head to the couch and set my desires free, surrendering to how badly I need him and how crazy he makes me feel.

And how safe I feel in letting go.

My fragile heart tumbles into freefall but I don’t try to hold her back. For the first time, I let her soar. The tension I’ve been holding, the fear and grief I’ve kept inside falls away, leaving me bare for him, exposed. What’s underneath is a powerful hunger and so much love. It floods through me bright and powerful and so incredibly sweet. My climax rips through me, hard and intense.

“I need more,” Zach grits out.

“Take it,” I pant, lowering my chest to the couch.

Zach pumps harder against me, filling the room with the sensual tap of his thighs meeting mine. It’s intense but so good. He caresses up my back with one hand while rocking me back to meet his thrusts with the other. I close my eyes and give in to the wild craving to be the sole source of his pleasure.

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