Page 138 of Ecstasy
I don’t get to finish because then he slams it back into me and the words turn into a moan as I bury my head against his shoulder.
“Yeah?” he asks. “I didn’t hear you, princess. What was that?”
I wrap my legs tighter around him, gasping as he thrusts into me again, filling me up. “I—I—”
He fucks me harder, one hand going to my throat as he pulls back from me to stare down at me. “You what, baby?” He doesn’t choke me, but that possessive touch around my neck makes me wetter, and I clench my muscles around his cock, and this time, he’s the one groaning.
“Goddamn,” he says through clenched teeth. “If you keep doing that this is going to end a lot sooner than I’d like.”
I smile up at him and he leans down, kissing me with an open mouth.
“I fucking love you, Zara,” he says against my mouth, then he licks my lips, down my chin, his fingers still around my throat.
My mind is spinning, and I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if he meant it or if he’s just feeling really good or… “I love you, too.”
He pauses, his eyes wide as he pulls back to look at me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And then he thrusts into me again and I’m lost in a wave of sensation. Not just my body. My mind is wandering. Did I mean that?
Did he?
His eyes close tight as he comes inside of me, groaning my name.
He’s breathing hard and my legs loosen around him, my knees falling to the side as he comes to rest on top of me, still inside of me. He’s heavy, and I can hardly breathe, but he wraps his arms around my back, holding me so tight I don’t care if I can breathe or not. I don’t want him to let go of me.
Slowly, he lifts his hips and slides out of me.
“Did you mean it?” he asks me after a moment, rolling off me and pulling me to his chest again. The inside of my thighs are sticky and even though he did all the work, I’m a sweaty fucking mess.
“Did you?” I counter. “You said it first.”
He laughs, his body vibrating beneath me. “Clever girl.”
“Well,” I ask, spent and finally exhausted in body and mind, ready to drift off into sleep right here in his arms, “did you?”
He sighs, contentment in the sound. “Yeah.” He laughs again, a deep, boyish chuckle that makes me feel good all over. “I did.”
I swallow down my emotions. Down what might happen in the morning. At the end of this week. Next week. Next semester. When we graduate. I swallow all of that shit down and live in the moment.
“Me too. I meant it too.”
He holds me closer, tighter, and I close my eyes, sighing in his arms.
“I’ll always take care of you, princess. Not just this week. Not just while you deal with this shit. Always.”
I don’t know if I believe him, but I don’t know if I care, either. In the moment, it’s enough.
44
Zara
Our week ends early,and I know Alex is torn about it.
Yesterday, Thursday, we went to see a movie. Some stupid action shit with a bunch of car chases and spectacular crashes and a loosely developed plotline that I couldn’t give a damn about. But Alex liked it, and I liked sharing popcorn and cookie dough bites with him in the nearly empty theater.
