“Yes, oh yes,” I sigh as I begin to move languidly, taking my time exploring every tiny evolution of sensation as I sway forward and glide back, coating him with my slickness.
“Fuck, woman, you feel so good,” he murmurs, lifting to push even deeper until I’m so full it almost hurts.
But it doesn’t.
Because I am so turned on, so wet, and so ready for him.
“I’m never going to get enough of you,” he says, a pained expression tightening his features. “But you’re going to have to stop pretty soon, or I’m not going to last two minutes. You’re so sexy when you ride me.” Cupping my breast in one hand, he rubs his thumb over my nipple, making me whimper as I shift my position. I lean forward until my arms are braced on either side of his head and my clit grinds against his pubic bone with every roll of my hips.
Fisting his free hand in my hair, he holds tight as our lips collide. He kisses me hard, his tongue swirling against mine before he whispers, “You taste amazing. You didn’t need to brush anything. You wake up perfect.”
“You’re crazy,” I say, moaning as he swats my ass in response.
“I’m not crazy.” He squeezes the stinging flesh with his big hand, pulling me closer as he thrusts his hips up sharply, making me cry out as my pleasure spikes. “I’m in love with your taste, your body, every part of you. You make me crazy, Colette. I’m never going to get enough. Not if we fuck every morning for the next fifty years.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant as I climb higher, circling my hips faster, harder, until I’m dizzy and so close to spiraling out that all it takes is a word.
“Come,” he says, his breath hot against my neck.
And I do.
I cry out, coming so hard it feels like my spine is on fire, sweet and hot, burning as the tension coiled low in my body breaks and unleashes a chain reaction in my nerve endings that goes on and on.
Circling my arms around Zack’s neck, I hold on tight as he rolls on top of me and takes me harder, faster, drawing out my pleasure until it circles back to the beginning again. I come a second time just seconds before he arches into me, his cock pulsing hard as he lets go, filling me with his release.
I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight, but I don’t send out the familiar wish. If we make a baby, I’ll be over the moon, but if we don’t, that’s okay, too.
Because we are together, and we always will be.
For the first time in my life, I don’t feel even the tiniest bit alone. I thought I knew what love felt like, but in the past, there was always a piece of me held in reserve, an inner sanctum I’d assumed no other human could access.
But when I look into the core of my being now, Zack is there with me, so good and safe and kind. I know he would never take advantage of our closeness to hurt me. Or ever take our connection for granted.
Lifting up on his forearms, he looks down at me with a frown. “Shit. We forgot to take your temperature.”
I smile up at him. “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does,” he says. “We thought today was going to be the day, right?”
“I think so.” I skim my fingers up and down his back. “But truly, it’s okay. We took the appropriate steps, right?”
“But it would be nice to know for sure,” he says, his expression softening. “I don’t know when I got so into this baby-making thing, but I really want to get you knocked up. I want to sex a baby into you more than I want pancakes and bacon. And I really want pancakes and bacon. I skipped dinner last night.”
I grin. “Me, too. And pancakes and bacon sound amazing.” I wiggle closer to him, loving the feel of him softening inside me. “But let’s stay here for one more minute.”
“Or two,” he agrees, kissing my cheek before whispering in my ear. “I’m glad last night wasn’t a dream.”
“Me, too.” I tighten my arms around him. “I would have been so sad to wake up without you.”
He grunts and pulls back with a sigh. “Speaking of waking up without people. Seems Chip tried to leave in the middle of the night. Nancy went to make him breakfast this morning and couldn’t find him anywhere. His car was still there, so she assumed he must have gone for an early walk or something.”
I wrinkle my nose. “He doesn’t seem like an early walk kind of guy.”
“Yeah, he isn’t.” Zack rolls to the side, sliding out of me, but I stay on my back, wanting to give his swimmers the best chance possible before I head to the bathroom to clean up.
He reaches for his phone. “Which Nancy found out when Jed went into the studio a little later and found this…” He turns the screen to me, revealing a shot of Chip curled up in a ball under the recording deck, a dingy brown blanket drawn over his sleeping bulk.
“What the hell?” I ask with a laugh.
“Apparently, the ghosts told him to get the hell out,” Zack says, glancing back at the image. “Nancy said he was so ramped up it was hard to get the full story, but it sounded like he went upstairs to the attic and saw something up there. Something that scared him so badly that he ran for the stairs, fell down one flight, and then hobbled down the rest with a sprained ankle before limping across the grass to crash in the studio.”
My brows slide higher on my forehead. “Really? You think he saw something? What did Nancy say?”
“She apologized profusely and swore no guest has ever reported an experience like that before, but I told her not to worry about it.” He shrugs and tosses his phone on the mattress. “I figure each guest gets the ghost experience they deserve, right?”
I tilt my head, studying him out of the corner of my eye, debating how much to tell him. “Yeah, Chip wasn’t…very nice last night. He’s a big part of the reason I left. He painted such a dark picture of our future.”
“I figured,” Zack says, his jaw going tight. “I fired him via text this morning. Just the way he was looking at you before I went into the studio… I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I was trying to sleep last night. I don’t want a man who looks at women that way representing me or my business.”
Warmth rushing in my chest, I sit up and lean over to kiss his temple. “You’re the sweetest man. I love that about you. So much.”
“I’m sorry I left you alone with him.” Zack curls his hand around my knee. “That was stupid of me.”
“No, it wasn’t. You should be able to leave your manager alone with your girlfriend. That isn’t something you should have to second-guess.”
“But I knew he was a slimeball.” His voice is dark with guilt. “I thought he would behave himself because he wanted to keep me on as a client, but I shouldn’t have taken that for granted. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him again. “I’m fine. He said some rude things, but he didn’t hurt me.” I smile. “And it sounds like he got his. Ghost karma seems pretty brutal.”
“Yeah, it does.” Zack hesitates, chewing his lip for a beat before he adds, “Is it crazy that it kind of makes me more excited about spending another week there?”
I laugh. “No, it isn’t! Me, too! I can’t wait to get back. I mean…assuming you want me to stay the rest of the week.”