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“Then what?”

“Then I’ll fuck you some more.”

Zach skipped flirting. He radiated pure sexual aggression. That was fine. No more games. No more hesitations. I just had to know.

“What did the doctor say?”

He tossed me to the carpet, pushing me to my knees. “Didn’t say. We’ll hear later.”

He didn’t want to talk about it, and I wasn’t able to listen. Tremors still rocked my body, but the instant the hot shaft of his cock rested against my thighs, I needed more.

He grunted, pushing my head down to the floor so I’d present myself to his thickening cock. I shivered. He was wild. Desperate for me. He pressed his hardness against my entrance and groaned.

“You’re so fucking perfect. I’m going to fuck you like a damn animal and just forget everything. I want you, Shay. You want me?”

More than anything. I’d deal with the regrets and complications between us later. Now only one thing existed in the world, and it was as hard as it had ever been.

“Please, Zach.”

He didn’t slip inside. He crashed. Bottomed out after one perfect strike within my core with all the ruthless strength I expected from a practiced, rutting warrior.

I loved every single inch of it.

He pushed me, pressed me into the carpet, laid over me with the crushing weight of his body. Zach thrust inside me until I filled with everything he gave.

It drove the air from my lungs and the sanity from my mind.

More.

I bucked my hips but Zach needed no encouragement. He gripped my curves and held me still as his cock slammed ever deeper. Each conquered inch shuddered us in perfect pleasure.

He pinned me to the floor. If he kept me trapped beneath him, I’d worship the ground he walked on. But he didn’t need to hold me down. I’d never escape from his hands, his weight, the slamming aggression of a godly cock.

I never wanted to part from Zach.

That much I was willing to admit. That much he already knew.

That much I proved with every grateful moan. His body claimed mine, and I took his. In that moment, nothing about what we did could be wrong. He wasn’t my step-brother. He was a man—someone strong and sexy and absolutely devoted to my pleasure.

And me?

I was just as weak for him. No defenses. No fighting. His passion overwhelmed me, but I already spent every hour apart from him thinking of his body, needing his voice, stealing his shirt to wrap myself in his dusty scent.

Now I had him. Zach’s arms clenched around me, pulling me against his chest as his cock rammed inside me. I clung to his strength, opened my legs to his need, and whimpered his name as my head fell to his shoulder.

Harder. Desperate. Zach buried himself in me like he had something to prove, like I didn’t already know how powerful and amazing he was. He was my ideal man—strong, unyielding, and wanting my pleasure as badly as I wanted to give him his.

“Shay…” His voice rasped, rough and dark. “I gotta come.”

“God, yes.”

His hand flicked low. He slapped my clit to hear my gasp and savored my tight flinch. Then he rubbed it hard against his fingers. I jerked and twitched, but he only grunted, thrusting harder to earn the catch in my voice as I cried out his name.

The sensation turned from demanding to an unbearable quickening. Everything inside me locked over his cock. Zach gripped me against his body. His shaft pounded, forcing in as deeply as he could get it.

Heat jetted into my core.

And I was lost.

I collapsed against him, supported only by the sheer muscle of his arms and how thickly his cock imbedded in my slit.

Heat coated me from the inside, and the explosive force of his desire cast me over the edge. I shuddered in his arms, welcoming the bursting, almost-painful convulsion of my body as it rent apart and rebuilt just how he wanted me—warm, quivering, and weak for him.

We fell to the ground, but Zach didn’t pull from me. I panted, arching to let him deeper. His cock impaled me, but the slow, leisurely pump of his shaft within my tightness was enough to draw another series of shuddered prayers from me and more jetted heat from him.

He held me close, kissing my cheek, my neck, and pulling my hand to his lips so he could taste that too.

I stayed silent. I didn’t trust what I’d say, what beautiful words I’d waste on a man who belonged to a life that wasn’t mine.

Don’t go.

Never leave me.

I’m falling in…

Dangerous, foolish thoughts. I cuddled against him instead, savoring his heat and hoping for nothing more than a few precious moments in his arms where life couldn’t touch us.

And I got it.

But it’d only delay the inevitable. The words. The heartache.

His leaving.

I didn’t want to be alone anymore.