don’t make sense,” he murmured, pulling her closer. “They don’t follow rhyme or reason. They just are, and they react to things with absolutely no say so from us. Sure, you can control them with practice and push them down, but that doesn’t stop them from manifesting.”
Zoe went to push him away again, but he pulled her closer, his hand gently holding the nape of her neck. His hand was so big it nearly wrapped around her entire throat.
“So, then what does that even mean?” she demanded, tilting her chin up in challenge. Just because he was bigger than her didn’t mean he could manhandle her.
Liam released her neck, and he supported her shoulders as his other hand pressed her lower back into him. When he kissed her, all thoughts of protesting or fighting him simply disappeared as she was reminded at how right this was between them.
It didn’t make any sense and it was terrifying. There was no promise that he wouldn’t wake up one day and leave her. There was no guarantee that she could get over her fear of commitment.
How was the magic going to react to her indecision? It wasn’t something she could string along forever like she might have as a human. There were real consequences to not accepting the mate bond.
Did she want to watch Liam get hurt because she was too much of a coward to go all in the same way he was?
Before she could answer her own question, he was pressing her into the bed, deepening the kiss until Liam was all she could taste. Zoe found her hands were in his hair, tangled in the soft locks and gripping tight as her entire body turned into a raging inferno.
He was already hard just from kissing her and it pressed into her hip. Zoe liked the way his body felt between her legs. The weight of him was reassuring instead of suffocating and all she wanted was more.
His shirt came off before she was aware of what she was doing. Her fingertips pressed into his lower back and her hips rose to meet his as he started grinding against her. It felt so emotionally raw there was no way she could have held back, even if she wanted to.
Zoe tasted him, surrounded by his lavender and cedarwood scent. The silky texture of his skin was too good to be true. His moans and whimpers as she dipped her fingers under the waistband of his pants made her absolutely crazy.
Liam was on his back with a nice little twist she’d learned in one of her self-defense classes. Zoe straddled him, chest heaving as she undid his belt. When she yanked it off his eyes widened, and he lurched forward.
“I told you I was going to be the one making you scream tonight,” he said, voice husky with desire and something sharp enough she’d call it desperation.
“There is plenty of time,” she promised him, kissing one of his palms, and then the other. “Let me do this, please.”
“Zoe…” he trailed off when she pulled his pants down over his hips.
Liam didn’t just have inches, he had girth too. It made her mouth water to look at it, and suddenly all she wanted to do was have him in her mouth and at her mercy until he was begging her all over again.
Sliding down to the floor, she pulled the pants off one leg at a time while she watched the way his chest rose and fell. Liam’s heart was racing, and she could tell he felt conflicted. He wanted her badly, but he was also willing to take anything she would give him.
It gave her the power since he wasn’t the kind of guy to force what he wanted on her and Zoe licked her lips as her hands slid up his thick thighs. Liam really was the perfect guy for her.
“I want you in my mouth,” she told him, letting her fingertips trail over his hard length, and watching the way it jumped at her attention. “Do you want that?”
“There are a lot of things I want,” he admitted, voice strained as she pressed her thumbs into his thighs. “But I get the feeling you have no intention of letting me do any of them.”
“We have time to do as many of them as you like,” she said, kissing one hip and then the other.
“Fuck, Zoe. The way you make me feel…” Liam’s soft moan when her tongue flicked the tip of