Page 40 of His Forbidden Alliance

“Zach.”

“I like that. Say it again.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to know your name.”

“I changed my mind when you almost fucking died.”

“I wasn’t really going to die. I just…”

“I’m sorry about the necklace.” He spoke the words against my skin as he ran his lips along my neck.

“I… what are we doing?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think we should talk about it.”

I slid my fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him tight against me, even though it made my hand sting. I wanted him to feel what his attention was doing to me. If we stopped thinking and let our bodies have what they wanted, I wasn’t going to feel my hand for much longer. “I don’t want to talk.”

He growled and cupped my face in his hands, holding me still so he could kiss me. He was gentle at first, but before long, the kiss turned rough like he was claiming me. I opened my mouth and let him have what he wanted.

His tongue slid along mine, and I worked my hips against his, feeling his hard cock press into mine. In no time, I was out of control, desperately gripping the back of his shirt with my good hand, trying to lift it up and over his head.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he murmured.

He remembered I was injured. Most of the men I hooked up with would never have thought about my hand or cared if I got hurt. They were only interested in getting off. I didn’t want that callousness from Zach. I wanted his concern, tenderness, and this out-of-control need.

What was happening to me? Why did I want to close these feelings off while also wanting to feel even more? I wasn’t sure I’d be able to breathe if Zach walked away right then.

He let go of me long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it on the floor.

“Pants too,” I demanded.

He grinned as he unfastened his pants, then shoved them and his briefs down. I stared at his cock as it sprang free. He was so eager to fuck me he was already leaking.

When I met his gaze again, I sucked in my breath at the intensity in his eyes. It was too much. He saw way too far inside me.

I turned around, bent over the counter, and shook my ass at him.

“Go ahead. Take what you want.”

“Do you want me to fuck you? To ride you hard? Make you scream?”

“God, yes.”

I hummed as he ran his hands up and down the back of my thighs, cupped my ass, then slid his palms up my back. It felt good, but I needed to feel his skin on mine and his cock buried inside me. “You want this too. Don’t play with me.”

“I want it,” Zach said. “But you need it.”

I turned around to scowl at him.

He laughed. “You know you do.”

17

ZACH

Rafael was so fucking fun to tease. And I was lying; I did need him. My cock was begging me to rip his pants off and fuck the hell out of him. So much for not really being interested in men.

I couldn’t deny I was interested as hell, and I had no intention of pretending he was someone else or that I didn’t like men. I wanted Rafe, his hard muscles, his tight ass, the way he would fight me, then give me anything I asked for. It was so fucking good.