the denim that kept him from losing himself in her heat.
Zach claimed her mouth. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, but with the world literally crashing down around them, now wasnât the time. Instead, he gripped the snap at her waist and slid the fabric down her legs, kissing the milky white skin he exposed. Once he had her naked, Zach took a moment to drink in her beauty.
Shanna reached for him, but he kissed her palms before turning his kisses to her body, loving every cut and bruise she had sustained on their journey. The scrapes on her ribs, the skinned knee, the bruised ankle, and every mark in between. Just as slowly he made his way back up her body, pausing to circle her navel with his tongue. He trailed his lips over her belly.
âZach,â she panted his name as she reached for him. She rocked her hips against him. âPlease, Zach. Now.â
He wanted to love her as thoroughly as sheâd loved him, but he couldnât deny her the release she begged for. He gripped her hips and buried himself inside her before she could utter a single protest.
Her sigh warmed his lips. Her nails raked his back. All he could think of was her name and the way it felt when his mind spoke it to his soul. He moved in a rhythm that was both intense and slow, thrusting with each buck of her hips only to ease back out torturously slowly. Burying his face against the pulse at her neck, he breathed in the scent of her, the scent of them together, so perfectly fit and wet and hot.
âFaster,â she breathed against his ear.
Zach obeyed. She cried out, gripped his hips as her legs wound more tightly around him.
When she came, her scream made his ears ring, but the fact that it was his name she called out eased the pain. He slowed, this time diving so deeply he could barely breathe. Shanna gripped his shoulders, her teeth sinking into his lower lip as once again, she called out his name.
He came with a rush he hadnât felt in years. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent yet still ready for another round.
âYou all right?â he whispered, rising onto his elbows so she could breathe more easily.
âDonât move.â She kissed his nose, smiling the first real smile heâd seen in hours. âJust . . . stay. A minute more.â
No problemo . He wasnât any more eager to separate than she was. It felt amazing, being nestled so deeply inside her. Still hard as steel yet satisfied.
Not having had sex since theyâd broken up, Shanna was tender in places sheâd nearly forgotten she possessed. Still, no amount of swollenness was going to push her to request he exit her body any time soon. It felt too right, holding him there. With all the craziness going on around them, this , of all things, felt normal. Perfect.
Yet, still temporary.
Even if she could imagine herself as part of this cuckoo-for-Cocoa-Puffs world he lived in, which she couldnât, if she told him right here and now that she was still in love with him, that she wanted to marry him and have his babies, heâd think she was out of her mind. He wouldnât necessarily runâZach had never had a problem with commitment. But he did have a problem with trust. In particular, trusting Shanna . Sheâd already broken that precious gift once. She didnât think she had it in her to ask him to give it to her again.
But what if she could find a place within his world, protecting people as sheâd always done, the same way he did?
Was she really cut out for more of the shit that had been chasing her all night?
She loved him. That much she knew. But the question was: did she love him enough to change her entire life and belief system for him? And if she did, would he even want her to do so, after the way sheâd walked out on him?
If only Godâor the gods . . . she wasnât even sure about that part of her life anymoreâcould show her some proof that this was
Zach claimed her mouth. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, but with the world literally crashing down around them, now wasnât the time. Instead, he gripped the snap at her waist and slid the fabric down her legs, kissing the milky white skin he exposed. Once he had her naked, Zach took a moment to drink in her beauty.
Shanna reached for him, but he kissed her palms before turning his kisses to her body, loving every cut and bruise she had sustained on their journey. The scrapes on her ribs, the skinned knee, the bruised ankle, and every mark in between. Just as slowly he made his way back up her body, pausing to circle her navel with his tongue. He trailed his lips over her belly.
âZach,â she panted his name as she reached for him. She rocked her hips against him. âPlease, Zach. Now.â
He wanted to love her as thoroughly as sheâd loved him, but he couldnât deny her the release she begged for. He gripped her hips and buried himself inside her before she could utter a single protest.
Her sigh warmed his lips. Her nails raked his back. All he could think of was her name and the way it felt when his mind spoke it to his soul. He moved in a rhythm that was both intense and slow, thrusting with each buck of her hips only to ease back out torturously slowly. Burying his face against the pulse at her neck, he breathed in the scent of her, the scent of them together, so perfectly fit and wet and hot.
âFaster,â she breathed against his ear.
Zach obeyed. She cried out, gripped his hips as her legs wound more tightly around him.
When she came, her scream made his ears ring, but the fact that it was his name she called out eased the pain. He slowed, this time diving so deeply he could barely breathe. Shanna gripped his shoulders, her teeth sinking into his lower lip as once again, she called out his name.
He came with a rush he hadnât felt in years. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent yet still ready for another round.
âYou all right?â he whispered, rising onto his elbows so she could breathe more easily.
âDonât move.â She kissed his nose, smiling the first real smile heâd seen in hours. âJust . . . stay. A minute more.â
No problemo . He wasnât any more eager to separate than she was. It felt amazing, being nestled so deeply inside her. Still hard as steel yet satisfied.
Not having had sex since theyâd broken up, Shanna was tender in places sheâd nearly forgotten she possessed. Still, no amount of swollenness was going to push her to request he exit her body any time soon. It felt too right, holding him there. With all the craziness going on around them, this , of all things, felt normal. Perfect.
Yet, still temporary.
Even if she could imagine herself as part of this cuckoo-for-Cocoa-Puffs world he lived in, which she couldnât, if she told him right here and now that she was still in love with him, that she wanted to marry him and have his babies, heâd think she was out of her mind. He wouldnât necessarily runâZach had never had a problem with commitment. But he did have a problem with trust. In particular, trusting Shanna . Sheâd already broken that precious gift once. She didnât think she had it in her to ask him to give it to her again.
But what if she could find a place within his world, protecting people as sheâd always done, the same way he did?
Was she really cut out for more of the shit that had been chasing her all night?
She loved him. That much she knew. But the question was: did she love him enough to change her entire life and belief system for him? And if she did, would he even want her to do so, after the way sheâd walked out on him?
If only Godâor the gods . . . she wasnât even sure about that part of her life anymoreâcould show her some proof that this was
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