If You Were Mine

Suddenly, he was slipping his hands from hers and she felt the bed shift. For a split second, she worried that he’d seen the truth beneath her kiss over his heart—a truth she couldn’t even admit to herself—and was planning to get the heck out of the bed before she could make the mistake of pairing any more emotion with the great sex they were having.

But before she could find a way to string any words together that would make sense, to make it clear to him that she wasn’t going to make that mistake, she could hear the ripping of paper.

Thank God, she thought, he was putting on a condom. And then she was pressed down against the mattress again and he was over her, her fingers threaded through his again, his thighs pushing hers open, wider, then wider still until she was wrapping them around his waist to take him into her.

“Mine.”

The one word penetrated the darkness and her heart was nearly pounding out of her chest as she waited, poised on the edge of dangerous anticipation.

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long, Heather. I’m finally going to make you mine.”

“Yes,” she said, the one word raw, and more desperate than she’d ever heard from her own lips. And for all that she was trying to stop herself from saying something she’d regret in the morning, the words, “Make me yours, Zach,” couldn’t be stopped.

When he surged inside her, so fiercely that her head would have hit his headboard if he hadn’t been holding her so firmly in place, her breath whooshed out of her.

She’d never been with a man this big, or this strong. And she’d certainly never known one with such sweet knowledge of a woman’s pleasure. Because as he continued to take her hard, fast, deep, she knew that this was what she wanted, was exactly what she’d been yearning for.

Not only to find someone who could help her lose herself. But to find a man who would possess her body in the darkness, then make her laugh in the light.

Zach’s power was extraordinary over her, inside of her, sweat from his chest mixing with hers. She wanted to touch him, wanted to run her hands over all those muscles, the unwavering strength. But at the same time, how she loved holding his hands...and being held right back.

Her hips moved with his, rising to meet each powerful thrust, falling as he pulled back before coming into her again, seemingly deeper every time. She could feel her body tightening, inner muscles not used to such exquisite pleasure, almost aching with how sensitive her aroused flesh now was.

“Again,” he gritted out, she was sure from between clenched teeth, as he worked to hold onto his own control. “Come for me, Heather. I need to feel you around me.” He plunged in harder, deeper. “Now.”

She was the one who gave the orders, the one always in control. Even as far flown as she was into the sensual spell he’d wound around her with kisses, and caresses, and mysterious darkness, her brain tried to send out a warning. A warning to hold something back. A warning to be the one dictating pleasure for herself, rather than having it given to her as a gift.

But even as flashes of sense came at her through a thick fog of desire, how could she do anything but obey Zach’s order? Especially when he was only telling her to do what her body so desperately wanted?

Yes, she thought as she released her remaining hold over herself and let the plunge and pull of Zach’s body take her careening over the edge one more time, this was exactly what she wanted. To allow herself a pleasure she’d never been able to find with anyone else.

She would heed the warnings, she would guard her heart, but she wouldn’t deny herself any of the primal need, the elemental desire for this man. For as long as it lasted, she would take all he had to give.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned as her inner muscles gripped him and she ground her hips up against his to prolong the pleasure, “why did I wait so long to take you?”

She should have been insulted by the way he spoke about taking her and maybe she would be later, but she knew the truth.

Until this very moment, he’d been giving to her, everything she needed, everything she wanted. All he’d cared about was her pleasure. Yes, her pleasure pleased him, but that wasn’t why he’d touched her, kissed her, loved her the way he had.

He’d done it all for her, had been minutely attuned to every breath, to every heartbeat, to her scars, and then to every gasp of pleasure. Only now that he knew she was completely satisfied, did he let himself take.

Heather knew the precise moment their lovemaking went from being all about her to being for him. The tenor changed as he let go of her hands and slid his palms over her br**sts, cupping her, squeezing her before moving his hands lower, to cup the curve of her hips in his hands.

It was perfect, the shift from her pleasure to his. It was just how it should be, just how she wanted it, that they were equal partners in each other’s pleasure. She wanted to give Zach what he’d given her.

Complete freedom to fall apart, with no repercussions waiting afterward.

As he gripped her hips tighter and tighter, she could feel him growing even bigger, even harder with each powerful thrust. His focus might not be entirely on her pleasure anymore, but even so, she could feel herself on the verge of flying again.

Finally able to touch him, she reached up, ran her hands over his chest, then over to his upper arms. His muscles and tendons flexed beneath her fingertips and she marveled at his strength even as she used her own to hold onto him with her hands on his sweat-slickened skin, her legs tightly wrapped around his hips as she met him thrust for thrust.