her to remember she was supposed to be seducing him.
Determined to make him lose his mind, she guided his hand between her legs and said, “When I think of dirty talk, I think of something like this…” She practically purred, “I loved when you fucked my mouth with your big, thick cock.”
“Fucking hell. I need you now, Carly.”
She shook her head, trying her best to remain in control, but his fingers pushed inside her, wreaking havoc with her ability to think. She was this close to forgetting the dirty talk and mounting him. But she focused on his mouth and the pleasures it brought her, trying to block out the mind-numbing sensations he was doling out between her legs, and forced herself to continue taunting him. “It’s kind of dirty when I tell you that I loved the way you made me come on your tongue.”
“So fucking dirty,” he said through gritted teeth, his every muscle tight.
His entire body flexed in restraint, and he grabbed her ass with both hands. The roughness of his grip shredded her resolve. She rose up on her knees and grabbed his cock, aligning it with her body. Hovering over him, she felt in control and powerful, and at the same time she felt utterly powerless, a willing slave to their love. It was gloriously addicting.
“You planted a very dirty thought in my mind about riding my stallion,” she said heatedly. “I’ve been thinking about how good that would feel. Do you want that, Zevy? Do you want me?”
“Only you. Every minute of every single day.” His voice was laden with desire, his fingers pressing into her flesh so hard, she’d probably bruise.
She sank down on his shaft, taking in every inch of him, and a loud, lustful moan rumbled from his lips. The greedy sound unleashed the animal in her, and she went a little wild. Zev crushed his mouth to hers, loving her like he never wanted to let her go, and Lord knew she didn’t want him to. He was the only man who made her feel that way, and as they spiraled into ecstasy, crying out each other’s names in the throes of passion, she knew he was the only man who ever would.
Chapter Sixteen
ZEV WOKE WITH the alarm at six thirty Thursday morning with Carly snuggled into the curve of his body. His sweet little spoon still fit perfectly. He reached behind him slowly, giving her a last minute of sleep as he turned off his alarm. Three more mornings. The thought was accompanied by a pang of regret. He tried not to think about how little time they had left before he had to leave, but it was hard not to when this was how he wanted to wake up every morning.
Bandit ambled onto the sleeping porch and rested his chin on the side of the bed, waiting for his morning pets. Zev had to hand it to Beau. His dog might be a thief, but he was a well-trained thief.
Carly made a sleepy sound, wiggling her butt deeper into the crook of his hips. She pulled his arm tighter around her and said, “Just a few more minutes?”
“The last time I made you late for work, you weren’t very happy.” He trailed kisses along her shoulder. “I don’t want to end up in the doghouse.”
She turned around with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes and said, “Where’s college-boy Zev? The guy who coaxed me into staying in bed and missing my lab twice in one week.”
“He took off and made a mess of both of us.” He kissed her softly. “Now you get grown-up Zev, the guy who makes sure you don’t miss out on a damn thing, including work.” He ran his hand down her hip, soaking in the feel of her for a few more seconds. If he allowed himself any more than that, she’d be late for sure. He gave her a quick kiss and said, “While you’re showering, I’ll take Bandit out and feed the chickens, and clean up the evidence of last night’s debauchery.”
“You’re not showering with me?” she asked with an adorable pout.
“If I shower with you, or if we stay in this bed much longer, you’re definitely going to be late.” He kissed the tip of her nose and forced himself to sit up. “I want to go with you this morning and see my girl in action.”
She sat up, bright eyed and grinning. “You’re coming with me to the