Those green eyes were eating me up. Taking in my flushed body, my diamond-hard nipples that were throbbing for his mouth, my damp thighs and drenched panties. I could feel the pounding of my raging heart between my legs, the ache growing so intense that I was sure all he had to do was breathe on me there and I would fall off the edge and into the abyss of mind-shattering release.

His mouth captured my left nipple, sucking hard. I didn’t try to contain my whimpers as he made a meal of my breasts. He went from one to the other and back again until I wasn’t even sure what my own name was anymore. I couldn’t think through the torturous pleasure, had no clue what was going on around us except for how good it felt.

Talented fingers caressed over my stomach and found the elastic of my panties. He tugged on them and I lifted my hips so he could pull them off. His mouth followed his fingers, making me cry out in protest as his lips left my nipples. Z grinned wickedly against my stomach before dipping his tongue into my belly button. Lower he kissed, until his breath was almost washing over my dripping pussy lips.

Only then did he lift his eyes to mine. “Tell me you love me,” he commanded.

“I love you,” I breathed without hesitation.

He kissed my mound, making a high-pitched little moan leave me, but his eyes never wavered from mine. “Tell me you want me.”

“Yes. Oh, God, I want you.” His lips pressed against my clit, but he didn’t open his mouth to suck or lick. “I want you so bad, Z. I love you so much. Please. Please, make love to me.”

His body tensed. “Is that what you want?”

“So much,” I moaned. “I need you inside of me, Z. Please. Give us both this memory. Something we can live off of for the next few months.”

Z didn’t speak; his only answer was to bury his face in my aching pussy. My fingers tangled in the sheets beneath me, fearing I would rip his hair out if I tried to touch his head. My hips lifted off the bed of their own volition, pressing hard against his amazing mouth. I was close, so frigging close. My vision started to narrow, my thighs trembling, my heart nearing the point of explosion it was pounding so hard.

I was gasping, moaning, pleading for him to come inside of me. I wanted it all tonight. I needed him inside of me. I was hanging by a thread that could drop me at any second. It felt so good. I didn’t want it to end, yet I wanted to come so badly.

With a groan that seemed to be torn from his chest, Zander pushed his jeans down his hips, taking his boxers with them. He kicked them off and grabbed something from one of the pockets as he turned back to me. On his knees he tore the wrapper in his hands open and rolled the condom over the gleaming head of his amazing cock. I wanted to touch him, but I knew from the look on his face right then that it wasn’t a good idea. He was just as close as I was, if not more so, and I wanted this to end with him inside of me.

With the condom in place he lowered his head, kissing me softly again. I moaned as he rubbed the tip of his cock over my wet folds. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that to me, and he knew how much I loved it when he teased me like that. But tonight I wanted more. I spread my thighs wider for him, offering him everything I had to give.

His breath seemed to be trapped in his lungs as he positioned himself at my opening. He caught my gaze and watched me closely as he started to push into me. I wanted to watch, wanted to see his cock being swallowed by my pussy, but he didn’t move back so I could. He was pressing me into the mattress, his body feeling so deliciously heavy on top of mine. The walls of my pussy felt stretched as he entered me, filling me up in a way that made me see stars from the sheer pleasure of it.

Zander rocked his hips back and forth, going a little deeper with each careful thrust into me. I arched toward him, wanting him deeper, wanting more of all this pleasure his body was offering. I could feel the effort he was exerting to hold back, could see in the tension on his face that it was costing him to not just dive deep and take what he wanted.

I lifted my hand, stroking my fingers over his cheek. He stilled above me, his eyes closing as he leaned his face into my caressing hand. “I’m sorry, baby.” With a groan he thrust deep, breaking through the last barrier that separated us.

He’d moved so fast and hard that the sharp stab of pain was over before it had even begun to affect me. My need never faded. With the feel of him so deep, it only revved it up, and I pulled his head down to mine, kissing him hungrily as he started to move inside of me once more.

With his chest rubbing against my own, I couldn’t help but feel how hard his heart was beating. The tempo only matched my own. He felt amazing deep inside of me. My inner walls contracted around him with each thrust, my breathing coming in quicker pants and gasps as I begged him for more.

His pace increased, driving me closer and closer to the edge of release. It felt so good that I tried to twist away from it, not wanting it to be over yet.

There is only tonight.

Tears burned my eyes and throat as I remembered that there really was only tonight. I tried to hold them back, but I was too vulnerable right then. My emotions were an open book to him like this and I couldn’t hold on to the tears. As I fell over the edge into the abyss of an earth-shattering orgasm, I couldn’t contain the sob that felt like it left my insides torn to shreds.

Above me I watched through my tears as Zander’s eyes grew damp. His body tensed with his own release and he threw his head back, moaning my name even as the first tear spilled from his green eyes. He fell forward, seemingly unable to support his own weight. His head buried in my neck, my hair hiding his face.

I wrapped my arms around his shaking shoulders as we both let go of our pain, our feelings of loss that would come with the morning. “I-I love you,” I whispered brokenly.

“Fuck, Anna, I love you too.”

Zander

I woke up at dawn. Annabelle’s warm, soft body was tangled around mine and I would have given anything to get to stay like that for just a few more hours. I couldn’t, though. The tour bus that Rich Branson had sent for us had arrived yesterday and we were supposed to leave at seven.

The bus was parked at Wroth’s farm and I’d taken my things out there the day before. I’d talked to Devlin and he was supposed to pick me up from the garage. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I realized he would be there soon. I clenched my jaw, trying to hold on to my emotions as I glared up at the ceiling.

I knew this would be hard, but it was turning out to be unbearable. Maybe it was because I’d made her mine so thoroughly, or maybe it was just because I’d never had to leave her before. Fuck, I didn’t know, but it felt like my heart was cracking with each ticking of the clock. My throat was tight, choking me with the lump of emotion that was trying its damnedest to get free.

Lifting onto my elbow I gazed down at Annabelle as the sun rose, giving her skin a soft glow as it lightened the room through the open curtains. Last night had been perfect. We’d made love three times before falling asleep in a tangle of arms, legs, and sheets. She was so beautiful, so fucking special. And all mine.

I kept trying to convince myself that Christmas wasn’t all that far away, but it felt like fifty years instead of a matter of weeks. I didn’t want to leave her, not now. Not ever.

But I was going to. This chance might not ever come around again, and it would mean I could give Annabelle everything she deserved. I would be able to afford a nice house anywhere she wanted to live. I could shower her in all kinds of beautiful things that would make her eyes sparkle. Our kids wouldn’t ever have to want for anything.