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,”