Page 65 of In Love and War
“Then let’s make sure it’s worth it,” he said, before his mouth moved down to my hips.
Any last traces of sanity or rational thought I may still have had up until this point disappeared the second he placed gentle kisses on my folds. Then, his tongue got involved. I inhaled so loudly that anyone standing outside of the door would have been able to hear it.
“Hush, Amelia,” Zac warned, giving me a small, punishing bite.
I bit down on my lip again, and my hands moved to his hair, pulling him closer. My hips began to move, grinding me against his mouth. He was so good at this it was mind-blowing. I was already so close.
The pressure built up quickly, too quickly. I desperately tried to hold off, but it was too much. He licked and nipped and kissed at the exact right places, at the exact right times, with the exact right rhythm. I turned my face and folded the pillow my head was resting on into it when I orgasmed, muffling the noises that rushed out of me.
I’d never orgasmed that quickly in my life. I didn’t even think Icouldget there that fast.
Unreal.
“Good girl. You’re so responsive,” he drawled his praise.
Except that I’d never been able to get there with either of my exes going down on me. But, of course, I didn’t say this out loud. I wasn’t actually sure if I could talk at this point, even if I wanted to.
Zac trailed hot kisses up my stomach, chest, and neck. “My turn,” he whispered into my ear before flipping me over onto my hands and knees.
He brushed my hair to the side and continued to devour my neck from behind. I heard him unzip, and I spread my knees wider on the bed, arching my back in anticipation.
He drove into me from behind with a sharp hiss of breath, filling me up entirely. His large, warm hands gripped my waist, and he began to fuck me, his thrusts hard and quick.
It took every last ounce of my willpower to keep my voice down. I whimpered with his every push, my nails digging into the sheets scrunched up in my hands.
“Fucking hell,” he choked through a clamped jaw. Then his arm was around my ribs, and he pulled me up, pressing my back tightly to his chest without missing a beat.
“Say my name,” he demanded, slipping a hand down the front of my hips and circling my nub with his fingers.
I moaned his name weakly, completely intoxicated by him. I would do anything he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
He panted sweet, tortured curses into my neck, ramming into me with rapid, hard thrusts.
“Oh fuck,Zac,” I cried out softly, the pressure inside my core building up to the brim, ready to combust.
His free hand came up and sealed my mouth as the one in between my legs worked faster, taking me to heaven and back.
I screamed against the tightening grip of his hand over my mouth as my muscles clenched and jerked in a full-body orgasm. He came right after with his lips pressed against my shoulder to stifle his grunt, emptying into me with one last full thrust before we both collapsed back onto the bed, spent and entirely out of breath.
“Jesus Christ,” he rasped into my hair.
Understatement. Colossal understatement.
I could have stayed like that forever, with him lying on top of me, his heart galloping against my back. I felt…warm.At home.
But then he rolled off me and brushed the hair out of my face, his fingertips grazing my skin so tenderly I shivered. His pupils grew, pushing at the encircling sapphire blue as they bounced across my face, trying to inspect the damage.
Bubbles filled with laughter floated up my chest and burst out of my mouth.
The whole thing was so incredibly ridiculous. I just had sex with Zac on the same bed I used to write scorning reviews of his character in my journal on, with my father and two hundred of his guests downstairs.
And that wasn’t even the craziest part. He was genuinelyworriedabout me.Zac.Worried aboutme.It was written all over his beautifully sculpted face.
“I’m fine,” I giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly.
He exhaled in relief and cradled my jaw with his hand, drawing small circles on my cheek with his thumb.
“You’re right,” he whispered, nibbling on my lip. “I’ve lost my fucking mind.”
