Page 16 of Protecting my Zinnia

Gripping the back of his hair, I choke, "I like that. Mine."

My mouth falls open with a scream as I shake wildly, twitching and gasping through my climax while Evan groans deeply. "That's it, baby. That's my good girl. Let it all out."

His powerful thrusts get faster, deeper, then I feel his cock throbbing inside me seconds before he seizes, shaking, as thick, hot ropes of come explode inside me. "Zinnia," he growls, kissing me ferociously as our breath mingles. Our bodies slide together, capturing every last drop of pleasure.

Although I'm probably a disheveled, sweaty mess, Evan looks down at me in wonder, brushing my hair from my eyes. "You're so beautiful I still can't believe you're real."

When he moves off me, I miss the feeling of closeness when he was inside me. He reaches toward the nightstand, grabbing a couple of tissues to clean us up well enough that we can snuggle against each other for a bit.

"I love that you're so juicy," he says with a grin.

"I'm pretty sure that's because you drive me crazy," I laugh.

"Will you stay over tonight?"

I consider the question's importance. If I do, my sisters will know that my relationship has turned sexual. But since they're both going through the same thing, I know they won't judge me.

I'm not sure if what he said in the throes of passion was real. Does Evan already think that we're an official couple? That this has the potential to last…indefinitely?

"Yeah, I'd like to stay, if that's all right."

His dazzling smile tells me that it's more than all right.

Evan's head jerks up to look around the room, spotting my purse on his dresser. "In a minute I'll grab your phone so you can text your sisters that you're safe."

Of course I'd send them a message. Yet he's already keeping tabs on things like that on my behalf? It's sweet, but it's kinda soon. Every single facet of my life has transformed over the past few weeks, and my head is still spinning.

For now, I let it go, reveling in the afterglow of the most brilliant physical act of my life.

"You're so sexy." Evan's soft words warm my ear, his huge, rough hand skimming along my side, my hip, then down my thigh. "You already know that I'm falling for every single part of you, right?"

His gorgeous brown eyes are so hopeful. He needs me to say it back, I can feel it. Luckily, it's the truth. "I know. And I feel the same way."

The smile that overtakes his rugged face is pure joy. How strange that I can control such a big man with just a few words and caresses.

As my fingertips glide through his beard, he kisses me again. This time it's light and sweet. Romantic.

I can feel his love in every touch. There's so much of it already.

I'm enjoying it hugely, but Evan is already convinced that we belong together when I'm still reeling from the idea that we're together at all. It creates a strange tension, fluttering in the pit of my stomach.

Everything is wonderful, but I worry that I'm in over my head.

8

EVAN

Standing in my sunny kitchen, Zinnia makes toast while I scramble eggs. So comfortable together already. That's an extremely good sign. I'm already positive that she is the one for me, but I know it's going to take some time before she knows for sure that I am the one for her.

By the time we're enjoying our second coffee, I can picture us as an old married couple. Reading news items to each other from our phones, having a playful argument about who stacked the dishwasher completely wrong.

Zinnia checks her phone and perks up. "Another client meeting! Awesome."

Placing the pan in the sink, I try to sound as casual as possible. "Yeah? Who with?

"A Mr. Edgar Hortopan. Owns the safety supply store. He wants a series of humorous illustrations for his email list, reminding people of any safety gear they might be missing." She looks up at me with twinkling eyes. "So much fun! Plus, safety is important, right?"

"Sure is." I casually sip my coffee. "What time are you meeting him?"