Page 46 of Only in Your Dreams

Zac stares down at me with pinched brows, lips parted like he’s rewinding and hitting play on my words. Rewinding again, just to make sure he heard me right.

And then he raises a hand, cups my cheek. Lifts my chin. Eyes sweep my face, giving me the chance to change my mind. And—

He’s kissing me. Zac Porter is kissing me. His hand is sliding across my cheek. His fingers digging into my hair and bringing me closer to press me into his skin and we’re touching everywhere.

I was the one to ask for it, but I didn’t expect him to give it to me. Why would I, when he didn’t the last time? For a second, it’s all I can do to grip his shirt, try to stay upright, try to wrap my mind around this. Zac presses his mouth to mine harder, like he’s trying to will me into the kiss I demanded. A proper kiss, one where the world goes black and nothing else matters.

But I’m so deeply in shock I can’t move, not even when he pulls back to suck at my bottom lip, gently now like he’s decided on a different track, to ease me into it instead.

I can’t move, I can’t think, because Zac is kissing me —

And then my lips part for him, my tongue reaches for his, and he freezes. Pulls back a fraction, and my eyes flutter open to see the perfect brown of his staring in utter disbelief, like he really didn’t expect me to kiss him back. My chest heaves against his. One breath, two breaths, and then—

Our mouths crash together. He’s pressing me back into this tree in a way that makes my legs weak, makes it hard to stand. But he gets an arm around my waist, steadying me. Tilts his head to kiss me deep, licks my tongue with his, moans into my mouth like a man starved for this very thing. And this time, I meet him pace for pace. Sucking his lips between mine and breathing him in, that smell of pine and wood and lake he must smell on me too.

I moan and he breaks away, breathing hard. “Jesus fucking Christ, do that again.”

“Do what?” I grip his chin, trying to get his mouth on me again. A second in, and I’m addicted.

“That sound. Moan again or I might die.”

He looks like he means it. Like he’s toeing the edge of a cliff, risking it all for the sound of my moan. Like he needed this just as bad as I did.

“You want that sound again, Zac?” I rest my head on the tree behind me, fascinated by the effect I seem to have on him. “Earn it.”

“Fuck.”

He’s back on me. Dips to grab the backs of my thighs, lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. His hands start roaming. Touching me hard through my clothes, feeling the curve of my waist, cupping a handful of my ass, fingers coming up to touch my lips as he kisses me, like he’s dying to feel the kiss through every sensation.

“Tell me now,” he says, coming up for air just for a second. And then breaking away again when he realizes he never finished the sentence. “I know a lot of ways to earn that moan, Clover. But if this is all you want from me, tell me now.”

He’s touching me everywhere but where I need him most, the painful, desperate throb between my legs becoming unbearable.

Forget good sense. Forget heartbreak, forget everything.

His swelling cock presses into my body and I push into it without thinking. The move seems to startle him. Zac staggers to the side. His foot must catch on something, or maybe it slips in the inches of thick mud on the ground, and then we’re falling.

He manages to throw an arm behind my head to soften the impact as we hit the muddy forest floor and he flattens on top of me, air whooshing out of my lungs.

When he pushes the hair off my forehead, I can feel the streaks of mud his fingers leave behind. Not that it matters. I’m covered in it. It’s in my hair, soaking my back. It’s wet and slick, and holy fuck, does it make me more rabid.

Zac grinds his hips into me almost compulsively, then seems to think better of it. “Melody, are you okay?”

“Shut up,” I mumble. I wrap my legs around him and rock up into his body. “And do that again.”

I grab a fistful of his hair and pull him to me. The kiss is messy. It’s pent up. It’s licking and biting and when Zac grinds his hips into mine, hitting me at an unbelievable angle, it’s moaning and groaning too. I’m drowning in wave after wave of utter bliss as his cock hits my clit, even with layers of clothes in between.

My body wants this, whatever this is. That red string around his wrist ripped open an old wound.

Just this once.

Zac swallows my whimpers with a kiss and he’s rolling his hips against me at a steady rhythm, cupping my breast with a mud-covered hand.

“Fuck. It’s so good,” I gasp against his mouth.

Oh God, I think I might—

Heat surges down my legs with every brush of his body. Zac breaks the kiss, staying close but looking down at us, at our bodies moving together. The way the front of my tank top pulls further down the swell of my breasts every time he grinds into me. My fingers curl at his hips, digging into his skin.

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