Page 59 of Until We Meet Again

"You look so beautiful beneath me like this,” he pants, his hazel eyes piercing through me as he guides me to orgasm number two. "Now be a good girl and come for me."

"Fuck, Zane. Oh my god." My climax tears through me, ripping me into a million pieces, while his powerful body moves in the most beautiful way.

"That's it, sweetheart. Fucking milk me."

He fucks me through my orgasm, his thrusts growing in intensity. I feel Zane's muscles stiffen beneath my fingers, and his teeth sink into his lip as a guttural moan escapes him, and he finishes inside me.

Slowing his movements, he leans over my body, pressing his lips against mine. Just as he begins to pull out of me, a sudden rush of anticipation causes me to inhale sharply.

"Breathe, Tessa, I've got you."

Zane carefully drapes a faux fur blanket over me as I settle back in bed, and a feeling of vulnerability washes over me. The confidence I had when I knocked on his door earlier has now almost completely vanished.

"I'll just be a second, sweetheart."

I position myself against the bed, wrapping the blanket around my naked body.

When he reenters the room, my eyes unapologetically soak in every inch of him. His body is phenomenal and, for the moment, mine.

He pulls the blanket around us as we lie in bed together, urging me closer to him.

Resting my head on his chest, his fingers gently start massaging my scalp as mine glideover his abs, and a light fluttering sensation settles in the pit of my stomach. I want to be the girl who can separate sex from emotion and enjoy it for what it is—two people who are exclusively casual. However, unease begins to creep up on me as I lie beside him. I can't shake the feeling that not having all of him could potentially be a problem in the future if we continue like this, and that frustrates the hell out of me.

"Are you okay?" Inod as he gently presses a kiss to the top of my head. "You did so well, Tessa." The moment he asked if I was a good girl, he triggered the praise kink I never knew I had, and it continues to grow.

"Was it okay for you?" I look up at him, wishing I didn't need reassurance, but I find myself looking for it anyway. I've had little to no experience, and it's difficult not to wonder about or compare myself to other women he's had.

"Feeling you come around my cock was everything I ever imagined it would be with you and more." His fingers slide further into my hair, soothing me with each stroke, while thethrobbing between my legs reminds me of how incredible he felt. "Can you still feel me inside you, sweetheart?"

How could I not? He ruined me.

"Yes."

"When that changes, tell me, and I'll fuck you again." My stomach tightens, and my thighs clench together as he lightly brushes his lips against the top of my head. "Have you eaten?" I give a gentle shake of my head. He tilts my chin upward and meets my eyes. "I need you to know I'd do anything to take you out and treat you like a queen. I wouldn't usually start a relationship this way." The wordrelationshipslips off his tongue unintentionally. I can see it all over his face, yet he makes no attempt to take it back. "But I can't stay away from you, so if this is how it has to be for a little while, I can handle it if it means we have this, if it means I get you."

"You have me, Zane."

"You know it's not enough, right? Hiding this isn't enough for me." I nod, but my confusion about his feelings clouds my mind.

"How about we order something?" I ask, and he gazes down at me, drawing me closer to his body.

"What's your favorite?"

"I'm a student. I'll eat anything."

"Is that right?" he asks with that smirk that makes me desperate to kiss him, then kiss him again, and again, and again.

"Mind out of the gutter, Professor."

He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, and I catch a glimpse of the lock screen photo of him with another woman. It's impossible to ignore how much they resemble each other—they're mirror images.

"Who is she?" I ask, but the moment the words leave my lips, I feel his entire body harden against mine.

"That's Kimberley. She's mysister."

"She's really beautiful."

"Yeah, she is," he replies, but before I can ask him about her, he hurriedly opens his food app and redirects the conversation. "So, how do you feel about pizza?”

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