I’m not sure. Wanting to do something for me seems like a luxury only people with money have. I haven’t made it to that level of the pyramid, yet, the one that says my dreams are as important as my food and shelter. And yet, a small part of me knows that isn’t fair either. What kind of life am I living if I never enjoy it?
“What do you want to do?” Zach asks.
A dangerous question.
“What do you want more than anything else?”
The thunder of thoughts in my head is matched by the roaring flood of blood surging upward. Right now, all I can think of is one thing. Something I never should have let go of once I had it.
My eyes flick over Zach’s mouth, leaning into him.
“I want you. Only you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Zach
“This doesn’t have to be a short-list, Aly,”
I explain, my hands lifting her shirt up over her head. I can’t control myself any more than she can. After two weeks of celibacy, and foreplay conducted solely via telephone, my cock leaps ready into action within seconds. “You can add more things to it later.”
“Oh, I intend to.”
Damn.
The huskiness in her words cuts off the oxygen supply to my brain. I’m pretty sure she isn’t just talking about her hopes and dreams. Although, my hopes and dreams at the moment are looking more and more like this reality. And there are still so many positions left to try.
My nimble fingers remove her jeans, while she tugs off the layers of sweaters and shirts I’m still wearing. I lay her back against the couch. My mouth glides over her body, committing to memory every taste of this moment, every sensation. This isn’t our first time, but everything has changed.
I’m not sure what the future holds for us, but I know Aly is my tomorrow, my everyday.
My forever.
She unbuttons my pants, sliding them down over my hips with my underwear, while my hands stroke her sensitive core. Her soft moans encourage me to move faster. I can’t hold off like I normally do. I’ve wanted Aly for too long, keeping her at a distance for an unnatural amount of time.
Not anymore.
I don’t care what my father says, what he does. I don’t need a billion dollars for Aly and me to be happy. All worries about what might happen at the university don’t even matter to me. Jackson has his leverage. He has his recommendation. He’ll get the apprenticeship, but Aly will get her organization.
Her future is set, and I will spend a lifetime making sure she gets everything she deserves.
I retrieve a condom from my nightstand, quickly sheath it over my erection, and position myself against Aly’s entrance. My lips press against the sensitive spot at the back of Aly’s neck. Her body shudders beneath mine, sending ripples of liquid fire streaming down my skin.
“Are you ready for me?” I whisper against her throat.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I slide into her, trying to hold myself back. She may not be able to wait either, but she’s still not used to all of this. I pace myself. Trying to think of anything to slow me down. But my need for Aly is blinding. Her body tightens around me, and she tosses her head back in a long, sweet cry of contentment.
My God.
She’s perfect. Every last inch of her. I’ll never get enough of Aly, never want more than this woman in my arms, surrendering to every rise of ecstasy taking hold of her.
“More, Zach.”
The words tumble out of her mouth in a flurry of strangled breaths. “Please.”
Her thighs wrap around my waist, meeting each of my thrusts with the rhythmic beat of her own hips. There’s no way I can keep control. I’m already too close to slipping. I press into her harder, faster. The tension in my body feels close to snapping. I watch her pleasure mount with each wave of sensations taking hold of her. Her release comes quickly. Sensual, delectable spasms radiate from her core into my cock, and I collapse on top of her as my own release surges through me.