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“I want you to come with me. Fuck, I want tobewith you.”

The words streak deeper inside me than his touch, arrowing along my spine and making my breath catch in my chest. By the time I draw it in again, his shoulders spasm, his hand on my dick pumping harder now… and it’s like I can’t help it.

I’m lost to his demands.

I’m drowning in the ocean of Zander’s eyes as my orgasm rips me down to the unknown depths.

It burns through me, and I rock, my body shifting up, my hips chasing every desperate piston of his. Pleasure makes him forget to be careful, and I relish the feel of him thrusting harder, faster, chasing the orgasm that makes him slam his lips against mine again. He kisses me almost viciously, and I pull back so I can bury my face against his neck, sink my teeth into that delicate skin as I follow along behind him.

It feels so fucking good.

I want to be with you. His words echo in my head, and it’s like they’re dragging me along as he comes inside me. I can feel my body clench around his cock, trying to keep him there, trying to keep mefullof him. And in his hand, my own release is painting his fingers, my abdomen.

I want to be with you.

And I don’t know how to say those words back, so I do the best I can. “I’m with you.” It’s a whisper against his skin, so soft I’m surprised he can hear it over the sound of skin slapping against skin, but it makes his hands spasm, and he fucks into me so hard the air punches out of my chest. So hard it feels like he’s trying to fuse us.

We could be here, wrapped up in one another, in this shitty little camper, in a world that I’ve never belonged in. Together.

Fuck me.

Zander’s body twitches, and he strokes me through the rest of my orgasm until my vision nearly whites out and my oversensitized body is begging me to give it a break. Even then, he thrusts once… twice… three more times while chanting my name softly beneath his breath.

Then he finally stills, and for a second all I can do is lie there with my eyes closed and the feel of his cock slowly going soft inside me, slick and warm with the cum trickling from my worked hole. The thundering of his heart plays a symphony against my chest, demanding a duet from my own… and I can’t help the way mine races in perfect tandem.

I can’t do anything but lie there in the circle of his arms with my head turned, my face buried against his neck so I can inhale the scent of him, sweaty and warm, salt and musk. Sea and forest.

It’s nice.

Just as I wonder if I’m going to get completely lost, sinking into the feel of him draped over me, Zander pulls back. The movement is almost sticky sweet, and for a second I still feel like we’re pressed together.

I can stillfeelhim there, even when he pulls out and yanks a blanket up over us, apparently not giving a shit about cleanup. I can feel him inside me—on top of me. I canfeelhim in places I never meant to let him be. The knowledge makes me open my eyes as he settles back on top of me.

He’s a shivering, trembling mess above me… His skin is coated in a light sheen of sweat and his pupils are blown while he looks at me. While hedrinks me down, one fucking drop at a time. And I can feel it. I can feel himdrowning in me, and I canseethe words in his eyes that are starting to form on his lips.

Three words.

Three words that have the power to ruin me—three words that will changeeverything.

My entire life, no one has said those three words to me… and I can’t hear them now. I don’t know what todowith them. I surge up and take his lips with mine instead, licking into his mouth so I can catch a taste of that forbidden flavor.

I can taste my absoluteruinon Zander Braithe’s tongue, and I’m not sure what to do about it, because I can’t stop kissing him.

I don’t know if I’lleverbe able to stop kissing him.

Fuck.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

ZANDER

“What’s wrong?”I ask Kerian, looking at him from across the table as we eat at his favorite greasy pizza place.

It’s been a week since we got back from visiting my family and he’s been weird. I asked on the way home if I had hurt him when we were fucking, apologizing before he got a chance to answer. I told him I kind of got lost in it, and he scoffed at me. Really fuckingscoffed.

“I can take more than that, Zandy, don’t worry,” he said, then looked out the window, his jaw set and silence resting heavily between us. I dropped the subject, since he said he was fine.

But he’s been strange. Anytime I try to hold his hand while we’re driving to his place or touch him when we’re semi in public, he clams up.

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