Page 133 of Love Me Dangerous

“Zach,” I warn. “Don’t. You’re leaving, remember?”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t come back.”

The way our bodies have aligned is spreading tendrils of heat up through my core, lighting up my skin. Is he doing it on purpose to distract me? Because this is torture.

Though I try to keep it inside, the words slip free. “You can’t promise me that.”

“Not with words.” His slate-blue eyes fill with so much yearning and desire that I want to wrap my arms around him and never let go.

He takes my hand and presses it to his chest, where his heart is beating steady and strong against his ribs. “It’s yours,” he says. “No matter what happens, it will always be yours.”

I close my eyes and kiss him. My tears skim down my cheeks, landing on our lips, sealing our kiss with heartache and so much tenderness that I don’t try to hold back what I’m feeling.

Zach urges my thighs closer, sending a current of desire through my body. I rock against him, craving that friction and heat. He skims up the inside of my sweater, his calloused hands ghosting my bare skin. He presses one hand against the small of my back, urging my body closer.

We kiss again, his tongue flicking and teasing, and I lose myself in his warmth and my growing hunger. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, like a hungry purr.

He tugs off my sweater and unhooks my bra. Sudden goosebumps prick my skin, but then Zach’s warm lips trace down my neck while he caresses me everywhere, and the two sensations at once unspool me bit by delicious bit. He cradles my breasts and takes me into his mouth, one nipple at a time while I arch to get him closer. His erection is thick and hard against where I’m soft and aching. My craving for more rises like a wave inside me, drawing everything tight.

I tug off his shirt, and the hint of my taut nipples on his bare skin sends heat prickles everywhere. We kiss again while he caresses me. I grind against him, our breaths coming faster. He lowers to my breasts again, teasing with the edge of his teeth. I reach for the button on his pants. He helps, then breaks away to slide my leggings off, leaving nothing between us.

He cups my bottom and urges me back to his lap. With one hand on his cock, he glides into place. The thickness of him against where I’m pulsing and eager makes me crazy. I arch to meet him, and he slowly thrusts inside.

He cradles the back of my neck, drawing me to him for a desperate, hungry kiss. His tongue swirls with mine as his gorgeous cock stretches me, filling me so perfectly. He rocks his body firmly to meet mine, driving that final inch, tapping the heart of me.

I rise and fall against him, our pace slow and sensual as we kiss and touch, the light inside of me coming alive, spinning out of control. Our eyes lock in the darkness, and what I see tightens the trepidation and longing inside me.

“I need you,” he says, his voice raw with emotion.

I kiss him but my lips tremble. With his hands in my hair and his body so beautifully in tune with mine, he’s going to devour me. Swallow me whole. What happens to me if I let him?

“Say you need me too.” The edge in his voice turns my heart upside down.

With a sob, I wrap my arms around him. “I need you.”

He caresses down my back and cradles my waist. “Yes. Fuck. Say it again.”

“I need you,” I choke out.

I let it all go, surrendering to the knife edge of joy and hurt slicing through me. He caresses me, murmuring praises, our chests rising and falling together as everything cracks open between us. Yearning. Fear. Joy. Love.

I come with a cry with Zach’s arms around me and his quickening breaths in my ear. With a groan, he holds me tight, pulsing deep inside me.

The dayof Zach’s flight is overcast and windy, but our little airport reports no delays or cancellations. I walk him to the security entrance, and he drops his bag so he can hug me.

I told myself I wouldn’t cry but the tears come anyway, hot and hard. Zach holds me for a long time, rubbing my back, his big, strong arms so steady. I savor the trust we’ve created, the love we’ve shared, and try to let go of what’s still on the table—the things we haven’t said.

“Don’t say goodbye,” I manage.

“Keep my heart safe,” he whispers, his lips caressing my ear.

I squeeze him harder. The selfish part of me wants to beg him to stay. But the brave part of me is proud of him for leaving.

He sets me on my feet, and I let him go. We share one last kiss. It’s tender, his lips so soft. I memorize the way he lingers just a second longer, and then his eyes open, flashing me with that intense, otherworldly blue, and he smiles.

I watch him breeze through security, and then he’s gone.

I can’t sleepwithout Zach. Under the covers in my lonely bed, while the wind whispers in the trees and the heat whooshes from the baseboard, I try to hold onto the memories of us.

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