He doesn’t have condoms.
If he did, he would’ve gotten one out by now. His jaw tenses. I can tell he’s scrambling to remedy our situation. Thank goodness I’ve got the remedy.
“It’s okay.” I nod my head vehemently against the pillow.
Zander’s eyes snap back to me, disbelieving. “Sadie, I’ve never—not with anyone.”
“I’ve got it covered. It’s okay,” I say again. And it is. I believe him. I trust him and I trust the IUD that I’ve had for almost three years. The way he’s so careful with me tells me all I need to know. Zander would never hurt me. I’m sure of it just like I was sure that Jake would never let anything happen to me.
He licks his lips and lowers himself to me. He leans down, hovering just above me, his shirt still on, bare everywhere else. One hand presses into the mattress just beside my head, bracing himself above me. His other hand curls around the nape of my neck and Zander plunders my mouth. His tongue dips in and out. His luscious lips suck and nip at mine. It’s all I can do to keep up. I buck my hips forward, needing him to fill me. He abruptly breaks away. His hand leaves my neck and I watch as his fingers curl around himself. He makes one lazy stroke down then back up his length and for the first time in my entire adult life, my mouth waters to taste him. I lick my swollen lips hungrily.
“I need you. All of you.”
“Okay.”
“All of you, Sadie.”
I nod my head and wait. He positions himself at my clit and drags the tip of himself slowly down my wet center. I suck in a breath and hold it absentmindedly. He drags the tip all the way down then back to the top. I look down at the junction between our two bodies to see the tip of him glistening with my arousal. It slips down a little more and then, slowly, Zander pushes inside. He breaches the entrance of my body with his cock and we both groan in unison.
“Fuck,” he grates out in pleasure, falling all the way forward, effectively caging me with his entire body. He sinks further and further into me until every divine inch of him is sheathed with my quavering flesh.
I hook my arms under his. My fingers dig into his back through his shirt, silently asking for more. Zander doesn’t hesitate to oblige. He withdraws himself to the tip then drives back into me. I moan into his ear. My legs tighten around his waist. He withdraws again and thrusts back into me, harder this time. A delicious little streak of pain shoots through my womb. I revel in him. All of him.
It takes no time for Zander to begin the slow build to release. A tingly tightening sprouts up deep in my core. My breathing has become ragged and desperate.
“Oh, please, keep going,”
Zander growls in approval and drives forward, edging both of us closer to release. His thrusts become a little harder, faster. The walls of my channel tighten down on his length as his cock pistons in and back out of me. I suck in a breath through gritted teeth. My eyes squeeze shut. Zander’s breath comes out in uneven little huffs of air. His cock thickens even more. My back arches. My nipples press against his chest, gliding back and forth with our movement. I toss my head back and my body seizes violently, blissfully, around him. I see bright little spots behind my closed eyes as my muscles grab and twitch around his length. Zander lets out a harsh moan and spills himself into me with jolting shudders. He sags against me and I pull him close, planting a tender kiss against his collarbone and tracing little circles on his back with my fingertips.
“Do I have to move?” he muffles into the pillow.
I laugh, feeling carefree and relaxed for the first time in 756 days. March 29, 2011, is when my carefree life came to a stop. I think I may have forgotten how good it feels.
“No. I’m sure we can stay like this for a while.”
“Good.” Zander moves his lips to my cheek and I can feel him smile that boyish grin and I swear it feels even better than it looks.
Chapter Fifteen
Drink Up
Zander
I meant it when I said that she scares me too. She does. Sadie scares the shit out of me. I’ve never felt so needy and protective of any woman in my entire life. She makes me think things that I’ve never thought of before.
Sadie Parker makes me want more. More hours in the day. More things to make her smile. More life. More of her.