Shit, this isn’t going well. I need a distraction. If I keep on thinking about this I’m going to drive myself insane.

Without warning I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest and kiss her like it’s the last time I’ll ever get to taste these lips. Her eyebrows rise for a second, but she quickly relaxes into me and grabs my neck. I hate keeping shit from her. I want to be honest, but I can’t. I have to keep this shit to myself and figure out how in the hell I can make all this go away and still keep her. I’m not ready to let this go, not by a long shot.

***

This kiss feels different. It’s almost desperate, like he’s clinging to me for some reason. I wish he would tell me what’s wrong. If I had to guess I would say my father has gotten to him—pushed his buttons in some way and that scares me. We’ve struggled so much to get to this good place, and I don’t need someone interfering and putting crazy ideas in his head.

Zach’s nose skims my cheek before he nips on my earlobe. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel you.”

The dress I’m wearing falls to the floor before I have time to ask him any more questions. All I feel is his warm mouth on my neck, licking and teasing the sensitive skin below my ear. If he wants a distraction, I’ll give him the best damn one he’s ever had.

My hands slip under the hem of his shirt and I push it up, ready to feel his skin against me. He grabs the back of shirt and drags it over his head in the sexy way that men do. The defined muscles in his chest clench under my touch. His sister’s name, Hailey, etched into the flesh above his heart makes my heart squeeze thinking about what he’s been through in his life. I lean in and kiss the tattoo before going down further and swirling my tongue around his taut nipple. I take my time grazing my teeth against it, teasing him before dropping to my knees.

After I make quick work of getting his jeans down around his hips, I tease the tip of his length with my mouth before going straight for the kill. My gag reflex kicks in when his head touches the back of my throat.

Zach tangles his fingers in my hair. “Jesus, fucking, Christ. You keep that up and I’ll come down that pretty throat of yours.”

Knowing I make him feel so good pushes me to keep this up. I pick up the rhythm and I cup his balls. He emits a low growl and I know he won’t be able to hold back much long if I don’t stop.

I stare up at his hooded eyes. “I want you to fuck me now.”

The tip of his tongue flicks across his bottom lip. “Bend your sexy ass over the bed.” A thrill shoots through me as I comply with his demand. Zach unhooks my bra, slides it over my shoulders and it falls in front of me on the bed. The distinct rustling behind me of Zach throwing his jeans and underwear to the floor causes me to start to turn around. “Don’t move. Your ass looks delicious like that.”

Before I can argue any further, Zach drops to his knees behind me and sinks his teeth into my panty-covered ass. I cry out from the wicked combination of pleasure and pain. This is what makes sex with him amazing—he’s always doing shit I don’t expect.

One hand grips my thigh while the other presses against my soaked panties and my entire body shakes. “Always begging for it, aren’t ya?”

“Only from you,” I manage to say with a straggled voice.

A quick slap on my ass makes me jump. I wasn’t quite ready for it, and it startles me a bit, but at the same time I want more. “Mmmm.”

He chuckles darkly. “My little naughty girl.” He raises and leans himself over my back, pressing his rock-hard cock against my ass, so he can whisper in my ear. “You want me inside that pussy?”

I suck in a quick breath as he slides my panties aside and runs his finger down my wet folds. “Yesssss.”

“Then tell me, Kitten. Does this pussy belong to me?” Of course. What would even make him question that at this stage of our relationship? “Tell me, baby. Tell me this is my fucking pussy. I want to hear you say it. I want to know you’re mine. All mine. That this will always be mine.”

I try to process what exactly he wants from me and why he suddenly needs to stake his claim on me. This extreme possessiveness is new. Before I have a chance to answer his finger slips inside me. “Oh, God.”

“You want more of that?” he whispers roughly. “Say it and I’ll fuck the hell out of that sweet little pussy for you.”

Every inch of me quivers with need for him. I’ll say anything he wants as long as he takes me now. “It’s yours. It’s always been yours.”

“Damn straight,” he growls and rips my panties completely off. “Don’t forget it, either. No matter where I am or what happens between us, your body belongs to me.”

He spreads my legs further apart and smacks my wet folds with his fingers—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make me moan like I’m in heat. I’m pretty sure if we have any neighbors they know I’m about to get my brains fucked out.

All of his fingertips rub in a circular motion around my clit, but never touches it directly, robbing me of the pleasure I need. I arch my back, trying to push him into touching my sweet spot, and I’m met with another little slap. “Always so greedy. I want to take you to the edge and keep you there in sweet agony. The moment I do finally allow you to come, I want you to remember it’s only me who makes you feel this good.”

I growl a little in frustration, loving yet hating this game as his cock slides against my pussy. I close my eyes and bite my lip when the tip of him hits my clit. It’s a deliciously slow pace. A small bead of sweat forms on my upper lip. The salty taste falls to my tongue when I lick my dry lips. All this panting is revving me up even more.