“I love you so fucking much,” he says, smiling.
“I love you too.”
I plant one more kiss on his lips, and when he pulls back, he's laughing.
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing, it's just—” Another laugh, disbelieving. “Rome was the first school I took off the list.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“In my investigation,” he says. “The hundreds of schools I was looking at. I eliminated Rome in the first pass because I thought there was no way you'd be bold enough to come here. I thought you'd want distance. I thought you'd—”
“I didn't want distance.”
He goes quiet.
“Ineverwanted distance,” I say. “I just needed to find you on my own.”
He looks at me. At the ring. Back at me. Something in his face shifts, and all I see is the happiness I feel inside reflecting back at me.
“Then what are we waiting for?” He drops his forehead to mine. “Take me home, Honeycomb.”
I drag my tongue slowly through Honey’s soaked center, savoring every sweet inch of her.
It’s been too long, my friend.
She squeals when I twist my tongue around her clit, her hands fisting the sheets as she squirms away from my touch. I don’t let her, though.
I watch her reaction to every move I make, licking her in lazy circles with the flat of my tongue before sucking her clit gently into my mouth. Every time she tries to grind against my face, I pin her hips down harder with my good hand and slow my tongue even more, teasing her until she’s whimpering andcursing into the sheets.
Can’t blame her. This is the fourth orgasm I’ve given her since we got to her apartment.
“Zach. Please.” Her words come out in short, exasperated gasps, as her fingers tighten painfully in my hair.
I don’t give in. Instead, I push my tongue inside her, fucking her with slow, wet strokes as my nose grinds against her clit. She clenches around me, flooding my mouth with her honeycomb taste. I groan against her because she tastes so fucking good; I don’t ever want to stop.
My wrist still throbs, and I should probably ice it as per Craig’s instruction, but I’m busy. Besides, I’m resting my fingers tonight, so that’s got to count for something.
When she comes, I feel it ripple through her. Her thighs lock around my head, and her back arches as she cries out into one of the many pillows on her bed. Her pussy is pulsing against my tongue, but I don’t stop. I keep licking her through every wave, drawing out her orgasm until she’s shaking and making these soft, wrecked little sounds that make my cock throb painfully against the mattress.
Only then do I pull back, my lips slick with her, and breathe hard against her inner thigh. I give her maybe five seconds before I flip her onto her stomach in one smooth motion.
She huffs out a breathless laugh, but the sound melts into a moan when I press my mouth to the base of her spine and work my way up to her neck.
As I nibble at her ear, my cock nudges between her ass cheeks, and she pushes back against me.
“Zach...” she breathes.
“Yeah, baby.” I murmur against her skin, reaching around to find her hand on the mattress.
“I need you.”
I thread our fingers together, and the second I feel the cool metal of her ring pressing against my palm, I go still.
Mine. Forever and always.
I squeeze her hand once, then I push inside her in one slow, deep thrust, and every single thought in my head disappears into pure, blinding heat.
