“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No way. Not even a little bit.” He tried to pull back, but I held him tighter. “Don’t move yet. I feel a little silly and embarrassed, and I’m not ready for you to look at me.”
His sigh was hot and heavy against my skin. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. That was…damn, I might’ve been close to tears myself.”
“You were not.” I couldn’t keep from smiling, even if he was just trying to make me feel better. “I think I’ve got a handle on myself now.”
He gave me a squeeze, and this time when he pulled away, I let him. He didn’t go far, though, rolling to his side next to me.
I smiled.
He smiled back.
And everything was right.
Chapter Thirty
Cormac
Ipaddedoutofthe bathroom, my clothes in my arms, and came to a stop. Zara was starfished on the bed, a goofy little smile tilting her lips, and god, was she pretty. My heart wasn’t nearly strong enough to take this.
It was time to go. I’d stayed in bed with her as long as I could, soaking in her skin against mine, the scent of her hair, the feel of her in my arms. Now, I had to head out before I sank so far down in this I wouldn’t bother getting up when it was over.
This way was better for us both. We’d keep it fun and physical and draw a line before it went further.
“Why do you have your clothes?”
“I was thinking I should put them on before heading out. Don’t want to scandalize my grandparents by walking in naked.” I turned, shaking my shorts out. Before I could get them on my legs, Zara snaked her arms around me, pressing her body to mine.
“Don’t go.” Her hands smoothed up and down my stomach. Her lips moved along my back. “You should spend the night here. Then we can do that again. And maybe again.”
I twisted my neck to look at her. “Again? You have another round in you?”
“At least one more.” She wound her way to my front and tore my clothes away from me, dropping them on the floor.
To be fair, I didn’t put up a fight. When it came to her, I didn’t know how.
“You want me to stay the night?”
“Yes.” She nodded emphatically. “Come on, Maccie. Stay.”
Her lashes fluttered, and she pressed her soft breasts against me—and there was not a chance in hell I was going to say no.
And the truth of the matter was, I didn’t want to.
I woke up hot, my muscles achy and tired, and it only took a few seconds to figure out why. Zara was sprawled over my chest, her hair half in my face. I brushed it aside to look down at her, and my heart sputtered like a dying engine.
She was sacked out. The clock on the dresser across the room said we had another hour before we had to get up, but I was wide awake despite not getting much sleep last night.
Flashes of her mouth on me, her moving over me, writhing beneath me, sent blood rushing to my well-used cock. My lips were raw from hours of kissing, and my stomach felt like I’d done a thousand crunches.
Later, I’d fault myself for giving in. For now, I stared up at the ceiling, sliding my fingers through Zara’s hair, stuck in the awe of it all. How good and easy everything was between us. That this was possible. And no matter how many times we came together, it was never enough. That waking up beside her was everything I’d ever wanted.
“Mmm, that feels good.”
I dropped my chin, looking down at her. Her eyes were still closed, but a small smile played on her lips.
“Did I wake you up?”