finally covered her mouth, prying it open for his next kiss. Eagerly, she parted her lips wide for him, just as she did her legs when he pressed his way inside her again with another thrust that left her gasping, straining, and clawing.
But he wasn’t satisfied. He never was until he made her a trembling, pleading mass. She felt that relentless part of him now, searching for weaknesses he could exploit, for ways to make her yield all of herself. He wouldn’t give up until she did.
“If you’re looking for mercy, I have none. I want you to come.”
She was almost there, now too far gone to form words. Instead, she nodded frantically, thrashing and bucking against him in a fevered cry for more.
“I know you’re close. I’d love to keep you on the edge until you beg me…”
His words sent a shudder down her spine. Her eyes widened. That sounded both horrifying and wonderful.
“But we’ve got a busy day, so I’ll settle for one last back-clawing scream.”
God knew he could wrench it from her. He’d already proven that over and over. “Zy…”
“But not yet.” He hooked his arms under her thighs, spreading her even wider and leaving her completely vulnerable. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he would.
And she would happily let him.
His strokes picked up speed. God knew the friction was already about to unravel her. She tried to move with him, get the last bit of stimulation she needed to vault over the peak, but he held her at his mercy, open for his pleasure. She couldn’t do anything except hang on for the ride, knowing that orgasm would only come when he decided to give it to her.
The tension stretched on. Despite how tender she was, she ached for the pleasure Zy dangled just out of reach. He kissed his way across her shoulder, nuzzled his face in her neck—then slammed his way deep inside her until her bed frame creaked, until she couldn’t catch her breath, until the climax she wanted went from unattainable to inevitable.
She keened again, her throat almost raw, as she splintered into a thousand pieces for him. She tensed and jerked, riding ecstasy that somehow, unbelievably, outdid all the orgasms he’d given her over the past ten hours. Or did she just think that because her body sang with the kind of head-to-toe bliss she’d never experienced until Zy?
He crashed into her, the tendons of his neck standing out, sweat trickling down his temples, and his eyes looking so blue above his five-o’clock-shadowed face.
“I love you,” he ground out roughly as he slammed home again and let go with a harsh cry and a tremor that wracked his body.
I love you, too.
Panting, he collapsed onto her, absently kissing her shoulder. “Holy shit. I’d love to call in sick. Work is overrated.”
Despite her sated afterglow, Tessa laughed. “I wish…but we can’t.”
Everyone would know why. And even if the bosses had finally allowed them to explore their relationship, those three definitely hadn’t given them permission to slough off their jobs because they’d rather have sex.
The sounds of Hallie grunting and working up to a cry began drifting through the baby monitor on her nightstand.
“Duty calls, huh?” He grinned at her. “Guess I can’t blame it on the bosses this time.”
Her heart flipped over. She was so in love with Zy and wanted to tell him how she felt so badly. But if she said the words, he would assume that she wanted to move in with him. He’d expect it, even.
Tessa wasn’t ready for that.
“Pretty much.”
As if to reiterate the fact she needed to get out of bed, her alarm clock went off next, playing a Keith Urban song.
Zy laughed and rolled to his side, pressing a kiss to her lips. “No rest for the wicked, I guess.”
“None. You poor thing.”
“Yeah. I guess we should get up. You want me to make you some tea before I head out?”
It was sweet of him to ask, but… “You’re leaving?”
“I need a shower and a change of clothes.”
“Of course.” If he showed up in what he’d worn yesterday, One-Mile would definitely notice. “I’ll see you at work. Don’t worry about the tea. I got it.”
“All right.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, this one lingering, telling Tessa without a word that he didn’t want to go. “Did I, um…persuade you any?”
To move in with him? “Well, you’re very persuasive; I can’t lie about that. And I’d love for you to persuade me again,