A wild need to be deep inside her drove through his veins, and his hips thrust forward. The exquisite friction of their pressed bodies compelled him to do it again. And again.
“Zeke,” she gasped, “I need—I want . . .”
His hands cupped her sweet ass, lifting her until her hot, wet center clamped over him, sending him to new levels of torturous pleasure-pain.
“Liv,” he whispered against her neck. The word a plea and a demand.
“Put us both out of our misery,” she breathed against his lips before sliding her tongue into his mouth.
The slick heat of her inside his mouth ignited a fire in his veins that only she could stoke. Every cell in his body reached for her. Demanded that he take what she offered.
Striding to his high bed, he laid her against the soft cover, his mouth never leaving hers. Their kiss grew wilder, stronger, hotter. It explored and plundered, retreated and advanced.
Breaking off, he pressed a fiery trail of possession down her throat, over one ruched peak, along her firm stomach to the length of her toned thigh. The musky scent of her desire filled his nose, and he almost came right then.
He wanted to taste her, tongue her until his name ripped from her throat.
But he had wanted her for too long. His time was up.
“Do not fucking move an inch,” he growled against her inner thigh.
At Zeke’s guttural command,Liv couldn’t lift a brow, let alone her head, to see why she no longer felt his scorching heat.
While her body writhed against the bedcover, she heard the tinkling of a belt buckle, the slap of something heavy hitting the floor, then the blessed rip of packaging.
Soon, his big body loomed over her again. The arm balanced near her shoulder trembled slightly as he bent to kiss her again, while his knuckle grazed her opening, checking her readiness.
“Now, Zeke,” she all but begged.
Their eyes met, and he slowly licked her essence from his index finger, then bent low to run his tongue along hers. The taste of him mixed with her had her hips lifting off the bed, seeking, begging for release from his sensual torture.
Reaching down, he positioned himself at her entrance. Rather than plunge inside, as she wanted him to, needed him to, he reached up to remove a lock of hair stuck to the corner of her mouth.
Something elemental, something that had survived lifetimes and spanned universes, shifted between them.
Connected.
Multiplied.
Spread like a virus at soul level. She grasped his head with both hands and savaged his lips with hers, letting him know that what happened next between them meant something more to her than a simple expulsion of desire.
It meant more.
Her lust-fogged mind couldn’t work out exactly what more was, at the moment, but she needed to warn him, needed him to know.
He pushed into her.
Every inch sizzled and pulsed and pierced the fragile layer of control she kept wrapped around her, day and night.
From the first moment his dark eyes had latched on to hers, as he’d lowered himself into the rooftop Jacuzzi, she’d sensed she could let go with him.
Halt the endless, exhausting cycle of what-ifs, put to rest the what-comes-next decisions, and simply be a woman desirous of a mind-blowing orgasm.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he whispered, watching his slow withdrawal.
When the tip of him hovered at her entrance, his eyes sought hers.
He pushed into her with more force, and Liv dug her heels into the bed, meeting him halfway. They kept this rhythm, once, twice, but on the third stroke, he braced both hands on the bed and drove into her, over and over and blessedly over.