He released my nipple to tangle his fingers in my hair. I didn’t expect him to jerk my head back. I gasped as the nip against my throat was anything but playful. He clapped his free hand against my ass and dug in. Zach pressed me against him.

And growled.

“I want you. Right here. Right now.”

I rocked with shivers and shudders and excited tingles. My body answered for me, but I still purred for him—something vulgar and profane that hardened the bulge pressing into my belly.

Zach pushed me to my knees, but he batted my hands when I launched for his zipper.

“On your back.” His words struck deep into my core. “Spread those legs. Show me what I missed while I was away.”

What the hell came over my charmer?

And why did I love it so damned much?

I did as he asked, resting on my elbows and spreading my legs in a way I never, ever exposed myself to anyone…except the man who had seen, tasted, and experienced it all before.

I trembled. He saw everything. Every little quiver of the mocha petals, every shining slickness that became unbearable under his gaze.

This was so naughty. Something about Zach stirred me to do things I never did before. I loved the rush of heat even if it burned through my resolve. I wanted to let him go, to fight whatever twisted feelings I had for him.

I had to deny my attraction for my step-brother.

A step-brother who kicked away his jeans.

Sunk to the ground.

Pulled my legs apart and laid me flat as he drew my hips to his mouth.

“You have no idea how much I need this,” he said.

I had a good idea. My core clenched as his breath brushed over my clit.

“I thought I’d go crazy before I tasted you again. Fuck, I need you.”

Did he not see how wet he made me? His words and demands and body had me wiggling over the carpets like a hyper puppy. I needed him too.

“Happy to help,” I whispered.

I reached my arms over my head and stretched out, letting his thick fingers grip my sides. His mouth fell upon my slit and sealed over my swollen nub.

It wasn’t a tease. It wasn’t gentle. Zach devoured me—sucking, licking, feasting on everything far too sensitive for his rush of aggression and the brush of stubble from his chin.

My heart pounded. Every little gasp encouraged him. I jerked away as he got rougher, but he liked that. Zach gripped my hips and dove in deeper. I moaned as his tongue slipped within me, lapping the cream he couldn’t reach. I whimpered as he spread my thighs wider and shoved a finger into my tightness. He drew more and more honeyed slickness into his mouth.

And smiled.

My God. This man absolutely worshiped my body. I could do nothing but tremble as he completely dominated me. He took his fill and explored what he wanted.

I begged for more.

His finger worked deep inside, pumping against the little sensitive spot within me. I slickened with excitement. He eagerly lapped every bit of me and more.

“Zach…” My voice wavered. He brought me to the brink so suddenly my heart forgot to beat. Shock seized my body. I gasped for mercy, but he didn’t stop. The bastard increased his movements, thrusting his finger deeper, harder, faster, until I cried out in a constant whimper of delirious pleasure.

“Come for me,” Zach said. “I wanna watch you come, Shay. You have no idea how bad I need to make you come.”

I had a damn good idea. A second finger joined his first, and my desire coated him in a slickness that might have been embarrassing if he weren’t so damned eager for me to make more of a mess. I bucked my hips as he captured my clit. He suckled it between his teeth.

I moaned, blending his name with everything and anything I ever felt for him.

He didn’t notice.

He fixated on my slit, staring at my tightness as his pale fingers disappeared into my clenching core. I arched, and the orgasm crushed me in a quick, crippling, beautiful agony. I gripped the carpet in a helpless shudder. Zach didn’t stop. He pistoned inside me.

One, two, three quick bursts and I was lost.

I collapsed against the floor and gasped his name over and over until he hauled me up and silenced my mews with his mouth.

He tasted of me, and I fucking loved it. I flicked my tongue against his and clutched at him as hard as I could.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His words whispered a delicious threat over me. “You’re mine for the night, Shay. Fuck, the whole weekend. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”

“Then what?”

“Then I’ll fuck you some more.”

Zach skipped flirting. He radiated pure sexual aggression. That was fine. No more games. No more hesitations. I just had to know.

“What did the doctor say?”

He tossed me to the carpet, pushing me to my knees. “Didn’t say. We’ll hear later.”

He didn’t want to talk about it, and I wasn’t able to listen. Tremors still rocked my body, but the instant the hot shaft of his cock rested against my thighs, I needed more.

He grunted, pushing my head down to the floor so I’d present myself to his thickening cock. I shivered. He was wild. Desperate for me. He pressed his hardness against my entrance and groaned.

“You’re so fucking perfect. I’m going to fuck you like a damn animal and just forget everything. I want you, Shay. You want me?”

More than anything. I’d deal with the regrets and complications between us later. Now only one thing existed in the world, and it was as hard as it had ever been.

“Please, Zach.”

He didn’t slip inside. He crashed. Bottomed out after one perfect strike within my core with all the ruthless strength I expected from a practiced, rutting warrior.

I loved every single inch of it.

He pushed me, pressed me into the carpet, laid over me with the crushing weight of his body. Zach thrust inside me until I filled with everything he gave.

It drove the air from my lungs and the sanity from my mind.

More.

I bucked my hips but Zach needed no encouragement. He gripped my curves and held me still as his cock slammed ever deeper. Each conquered inch shuddered us in perfect pleasure.

He pinned me to the floor. If he kept me trapped beneath him, I’d worship the ground he walked on. But he didn’t need to hold me down. I’d never escape from his hands, his weight, the slamming aggression of a godly cock.

I never wanted to part from Zach.

That much I was willing to admit. That much he already knew.

That much I proved with every grateful moan. His body claimed mine, and I took his. In that moment, nothing about what we did could be wrong. He wasn’t my step-brother. He was a man—someone strong and sexy and absolutely devoted to my pleasure.

And me?

I was just as weak for him. No defenses. No fighting. His passion overwhelmed me, but I already spent every hour apart from him thinking of his body, needing his voice, stealing his shirt to wrap myself in his dusty scent.

Now I had him. Zach’s arms clenched around me, pulling me against his chest as his cock rammed inside me. I clung to his strength, opened my legs to his need, and whimpered his name as my head fell to his shoulder.

Harder. Desperate. Zach buried himself in me like he had something to prove, like I didn’t already know how powerful and amazing he was. He was my ideal man—strong, unyielding, and wanting my pleasure as badly as I wanted to give him his.

“Shay…” His voice rasped, rough and dark. “I gotta come.”

“God, yes.”

His hand flicked low. He slapped my clit to hear my gasp and savored my tight flinch. Then he rubbed it hard against his fingers. I jerked and twitched, but he only grunted, thrusting harder to earn the catch in my voice as I cried out his name.

The sensation turned from demanding to an unbearable quickening. Everything inside me locked over his cock. Zach gripped me against his body. His shaft pounded, forcing in as deeply as he could get it.