Page 110 of Words We Didn't Say

“We can’t solve our problems with sex.” I pressed closer to him just the same.

“I’d like to give it a damn good try.” Without even a sliver of moonlight, I couldn’t see the expression in his dark eyes, but the squeeze of his hand on my waist was only questioning, not demanding. “Am I still yours?”

I nodded. “And I’m yours.”

His fingers traced a lazy trail from my belly button until he reached my pussy. Biting back a moan, I shivered, my hips tilting on their own, begging for the thick fingers exploring smooth lips to find just the right spot.

“You first, tonight,” he said. “Please?”

I grinned. “Oh, I suppose if Imust.”

A smile ghosted his lips as he edged down the bed until his handsome face disappeared between my thighs. Warm fingertips traced all the intimate lines first, his mouth only dusting kisses on the dips of my thighs until my perfect spot was plump and aching for his tongue.

I rocked my hips. “I want,” I whined.

And he was only too happy to give me everything I wanted.

His wet mouth was like fire against my skin, igniting all the lonely places inside me to burn with an urgent need for him.Just him. The room didn’t feel so dark when it lit up with my breathless pants and his muffled groans. He loved how I responded to him. He lovedme.

“Stop.” My neck arched off the pillow. “I-I’m supposed t-to take care of you.”

The tangle of his dark hair didn’t lift, and his words whispered in a cool gust on my heated skin. “You did.”

Had I? It didn’t feel like I’d done enough. I tried to wriggle from Zach’s grip and pull him up, but he pinned my legs to the bed. Despite my protests, he kept me locked there, gasping,begging,until an explosion of pleasure shot up my spine, sparkles dancing from my toes, and his hair nothing but a matted mess from my desperate fingers.

“I love you,” I choked out.

His smile pressed into my skin as he kissed his way up my thighs, my stomach, my ribs. “I love you, too,” he said.

“I loved you first.”

Zach lifted his chin so I could see his smile this time. That was his favourite secret about me. “We made it.”

My heart floated. Zach was right. We weren’t almost there anymore. We’d arrived. Not to the future we thought, but in the end, a better one than we’d ever imagined when we’d first started smiling at each other in the coffee shop. We’d wasted so much time assuming things about each other, never saying the words we needed to, but every painful, lost minute had been worth it.

We were so much stronger now.

Bruised fingers laced through mine, anchoring my hand against the soft sheets, Zach’s big body crushing my hips into the mattress. I wasn’t going anywhere. My heartbeat raced, skin tingling with anticipation…not just for the pleasure but for thepossession. And just like our first time, when he moaned low, so very satisfied to finally slide his cock inside me, his long lashesfluttered against his cheek for a moment as his lips pressed on my forehead in a kiss too tender when he was buried so deep inside me.

“Say it again.” His demand was strained.

“I love you.”

His mouth flattened into a grim frown.

Oh, hell yeah.

This was another side of Zach that I loved. The confident version of him. Each controlled thrust was brutal, powerful, and unrelenting, even when I writhed beneath him, begging for relief. He was so rough with me, but he never hurt me. Dark eyes locked on mine. I finally understood that intense gaze—the careful way he watched my face as he took what he wanted from my body.

He wanted to mould us even closer together.

He needed to show me how much he cared about me because sometimes he struggled to find the words.

That look mirrored our first night together. Other nights since. Zach had said he first knew he loved me after I’d moved in, but maybe it was before then. Maybe he’d fallen first, after all.

But, in the end, it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was us.

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