I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
Could barely move.
Zara sat back on her knees and rode me hard, her hair wild around her face. Wisps flying like tumbleweeds, inky waterfalls flowing over her bouncing breasts.
I held on to her waist and stared up at her flushed cheeks. Her bitten lips. The untamable wonder in her eyes.
“I love you,” burst out of me like a geyser, rising hot and high above us without warning.
Her blown-out gaze found mine, and her lips formed the words, “I love you too,” without sound. But I knew. It soaked into me like rain after a summer of drought. My cracked, parched heart drank up her love and stayed open, thirsting for more.
Always, always hoping for more from this woman.
Her inner walls were swollen and so wet, it was an easy, euphoric glide. Her ass hit my thighs, her breasts moved withthe rest of her, and her eyes stayed on mine. It was all I could do to watch her, hold her up, take what she wanted to give.
“I’m so close,” I rasped. “Fuck, sweetheart, you gotta—”
She was off me and kneeling between my legs before I could finish my sentence. And when her hot mouth covered my cock, I couldn’t remember what I’d meant to say in the first place.
It didn’t take much. Oh god, only a few slides of her tongue along my shaft, her palm splayed on my belly, the other cupping my balls, and I hit the end of the road. My hips arched off the ground as I rooted myself deep in her mouth. She went still, drinking my release like she wanted it, humming around me, her eyes fluttering with pleasure.
A beautiful thing.
A sight I wanted for the rest of my life.
“Zara. C’mere.” I took her hands and pulled her onto my chest. “Gimme a kiss.”
Her lips were warm and soft on mine. I swept my tongue inside, tasting myself and sharing her flavor with her, passing it back and forth until we were breathless, panting into each other’s mouths.
She dropped her head on my shoulder, burrowing her face into my neck. As we lay there, any ounce of calm I’d gained inside her ground into the dust beneath the boot of the monster that was the desperate need to keep this woman.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. I need to talk to you too.” She lifted her head, her eyes darting between mine. “Let’s put on our clothes first. I can’t concentrate when you’re naked.”
Despite myself, I laughed. “I figure you’re speaking English right now, but I can’t be sure when your tits are against me and my hands are on your ass.”
Laughing with me, she pushed off my chest and went in search of her clothes. By the time I’d yanked up my pants and pulledmy shirt on, she was back in my tee, sitting cross-legged on the couch, looking like a picture.
Like the love of my life.
Taking a deep breath, I sat down beside her and put my heart in her hands.
“I want you to stay.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
Cormac
Shelickedherlips,eyes shining bright. “You do?”
I took her hand in mine. “That can’t be a surprise.”
“It isn’t. Not really. But…well, you were adamant we could make long distance work, so I’m wondering where this change of tune came from. Not that I’m mad about it, it’s just a complete one-eighty.”
“I know.”
