to her clit, his cock moving quicker along her wetness. The friction was delicious, his commands addicting.
“Squeeze your thighs together.” His voice was low and greedy as he palmed her breasts. She obeyed, and he ground out, “Fuuuck,” pumping quicker, rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. She was barely breathing, at the mercy of his pleasure. He gritted out, “Come on my dick,” and squeezed her nipples hard, sinking his teeth into her neck. She cried out, her body bucking and clenching. “That’s it, baby, come good and hard.” The mix of demand and gratitude in his voice made it even more thrilling as he coaxed her through the very last pulse of her climax.
He turned her roughly in his arms, taking her in a deep, penetrating kiss. She was shaking, barely able to think or see. He put his hand between her legs, drenching it with her arousal, and fisted his cock. His dark eyes bored into her as he said, “Watch me,” and dropped to his knees, stroking himself as he feasted on her.
Holy freaking hell. His talented mouth was a force all on its own, but seeing him stroke himself as he pleasured her was too much to bear. Her eyes slammed shut and she spiraled over the edge again, coming so hard her legs gave out. But Zev was there to catch her.
He carried her to the couch and laid her on her back, coming down over her, and said, “How am I going to leave you tomorrow?”
The love in his eyes and the torture in his voice pulled her from her lust-drunk haze. His love was an aphrodisiac, giving her a second wind. She didn’t want to think about him leaving and tugged his mouth to hers. His hips thrust slowly, entering her one inch at a time until he filled her completely. “Car-ly” came out with awe, as if she felt too good.
She was right there with him, swept up and wanting to remain lost in them, running from the reality tomorrow would bring. When he moved, she moved with him, hips rising, thrusting, grinding, fingers pressing into his skin, as if they could imprint each other’s bodies on their own. Their mouths connected, tongues battling, probing, consuming. He held her tighter, thrust harder, faster, the couch shook and rattled with their forceful efforts. He drove deeper, so incredibly good, she loved him harder than she ever had, squeezed her inner muscles tighter, sending them both into an agonizing world of raw, explosive pleasure. He ground out her name, his hips shooting forward as his release gripped him. Suddenly there was a loud crack. Carly shrieked as the couch pitched at an angle to the floor, sending them hurling as one wooden leg shot across the room. Zev clung to her, his body weight crushing her chest. Silence engulfed them, their bodies still connected, lying at an angle on the broken couch. In the next second laughter burst from their lungs.
“We…” She snort-laughed, making him laugh harder. “We broke it!”
He buried his face in her neck, his scruff tickling her skin as he laughed out, “I’ll buy you a new couch.” He lifted his face, his unstoppable grin making her laugh even more. He kissed her through her giggles and said, “I bet you’re regretting letting me come over tonight.”
“No way. Better a broken couch than a broken heart,” she choked out, hardly able to breathe between his weight bearing down on her and her laughter.
His eyes turned serious, his laughter silencing. “I’ll never break your heart again.”
“I want to believe you,” she teased, believing him with everything she had. “But if you keep lying on top of me, you’re going to crush all of my organs.”
He rolled off her and plunked onto his back on the floor, sending them back into hysterics. She tumbled off the couch on top of him. His eyes flamed, and he said, “It’s still early. Have any other furniture that needs replacing?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
CARLY WATCHED THE numbers ticking by on the digital clock beside her bed, wishing she could stop time. Their quasi plan had temporarily settled her worries, but she’d woken in a panic forty minutes ago, and her brain wouldn’t shut off. She was warm and safe in Zev’s arms as he spooned her, his heart beating sure and steady against her back. She shouldn’t feel panicked. But she had a feeling nineteen-year-old Carly was digging her heels in, making sure grown-up Carly never forgot