Page 93 of Love, Just In

He tugs down my slacks and wrenches my panties to the side, groaning as he takes a long look at me. He then buries two fingers inside me to the base of his knuckles, the burn in his eyes nearly sending me over the edge.

‘Fuck, you’re so wet for me,’ he says roughly. ‘I need to take care of this.’

Just as my knees turn weak from the weight of the ecstasy, he lifts me onto the counter, pushes my thighs apart, and sinks his arousal deep inside my core.

I writhe and moan as he takes me hard and deep, the sound of wet smacks filling the room as I lose all sense of where and who I am. There’s only the all-consuming bliss as Zac drives himself into me with such force that I know I’ll be sore tomorrow. I cup my hand over his and stare up at him—a messy-haired, glassy-eyed, sexy-as-hell version of my best friend. Then, he slows his pace and leans down to bring our mouths together.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ he asks against my lips.

Hot liquid swirls through my chest, and for a few endless breaths, we stare into each other’s eyes and bathe in the intense connection buzzing between us. I lift my shoulders to taste his mouth again and he unbuttonsmy shirt and hauls down my bra cups, murmuring a needful sound before running his tongue over my nipples.

‘You’re so fucking perfect,’ he rasps against my skin, picking up the pace of his thrusts until I cry out. ‘I want you to come on me. Come on my cock, Josie.’

His words push the pleasure button, and my fingers clench around his biceps as he pounds into me, tightening the coil of tension until it snaps free, tipping me into an abyss of mind-bending ecstasy. He thrusts into me through my climax and then erupts inside me, the pleasure washing over his face stealing all my attention.

As we catch our breath, he strokes his fingers affectionally over my left breast and a line appears in his brow.

‘What is it?’ I ask throatily, but his fingers drop and he silences me with another drugging kiss.

I lay panting and smiling until I catch him eyeing off my left breast as he tugs his T-shirt back over his head.

‘What do you keep looking at?’ I ask, glancing down.

He tugs up his jeans, the look on his face sending a bolt of alarm through my chest.

‘Zac, speak.’

He looks at me for half a second before stepping forward and gently cupping my breast in his hand, his brow wrinkling. ‘I just felt something that I didn’t notice last night.’

‘Felt what?’ My hand scrambles to join his as I grope around the soft mound.

‘Here.’ Zac guides my fingers to a small but firm lump lodged inside my breast tissue.

My stomach pitches and a rasp of shock flees my throat.

‘What is that?’ I say, madly feeling around the lump.

‘I don’t know, but you should probably get it looked at.’

For a moment, I can’t feel anything at all in my body. Then, my heart begins ramming my chest wall. My skin catches fire, and I feel like I could burn through my clothes.

‘How did you not notice that last night?’ I gasp.

‘I was … distracted.’

‘No,’ I mutter in a voice thick with horror as I slip off the counter and turn away from him, my breaths becoming shallow and my mouth drying up. ‘See?’ I cry hoarsely. ‘Everyone keeps telling me I’m fine, but I’mnot. Iknewsomething was still wrong!’

‘It’s OK,’ Zac says softly from somewhere, his voice fading as my vision narrows to an echoey funnel.

This isn’t happening.They said I was fine. This isn’t happening!

‘Sweetheart, it’s OK,’ Zac repeats in my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind. ‘It’s probably just a cyst. They’re common.’

But the voice inside my head rings louder.

Your instincts were right. You’re dying. All that hope and happiness you’ve had in your heart for the past few days? It’s gone. And it’s never coming back.

‘Breathe with me,’ Zac says against my ear, his inhales and exhales matching the steady thud of his heartbeat against my back. ‘Follow my breaths. I’m here.’

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