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Grabbing my slightly tattered shirt, I head for the bathroom and brush my teeth, furiously scrubbing at them as I try to keep my mind from wandering to how freaking amazing it was the last time we shared a bed. Zach Evans is a sex god. Clichéd but true, and it’s going to take everything in me tonight to resist crawling over to him and asking him to fuck me, hard. Sure, it’ll be good for my body but likely bad for my head and my heart.

I replace the brush in its holder and check my reflection once more in the mirror. All traces of makeup are gone, but my hair has held its wavy style with minimal frizz. If only it could stay this way forever.

Exiting the bathroom, I walk a few paces across his hallway and creak open the bedroom door. The room is lit only by the TV he has on the wall opposite his bed. His bedroom is huge, and I mean enormous—you could fit a half dozen king-size beds in here and still have room for the rest of the furniture.

Zach sits up in bed, flicking through channels as he points the remote at the TV. His delicious, tattooed chest is on full display with the comforter pooled at his waist.

Stepping in fully, I turn and close the door behind me with a soft click. Nerves wrack through my trembling legs as I pad across to the opposite side of the bed and pull back the sheets to climb in. The effect he has on me is clear, and the way I’m going to miss him when I fly back home tomorrow is undeniable.

“What are we watching?” I ask, pushing myself back to lean against the cream headboard.

“I was looking for a movie you might find acceptable, but being honest, the pressure to deliver is getting to me, Rocket.”

“What’s your favorite movie?” I ask.

His lips twist slightly to the side in thought. “Not sure I have a favorite. I guess my favorite genre would be horror though.”

“Ooof, I’m not great with scary movies. I watchedWrong Turna few months back, and I didn’t sleep for weeks.”

He pauses scrolling and looks over at me. “Who with?”

“I was alone. Why?”

I know I don’t miss the relief that floods his features when I tell him that I was alone. “That’s kind of a hardcore horror to watch on your own.”

I raise a shoulder. “It was a night of questionable decisions. I also went for just salted popcorn over my usual sweet and salted. I went to bed disturbed for a multitude of reasons.”

Zach bursts out laughing. “I don’t think there’s a day that passes when you don’t make me really belly laugh, you know that?”

“At your service.” Leaning across, I take the controller from his hand and skip to the horror options. “Well, since I’m not alone tonight, I’m up for scaring the shit out of myself.”

I shuffle back down the bed to get comfortable, and Zach does the same. You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife.

“You’re on the wrong side.”

“I am?” I say, adjusting my pillows.

“I’m six-five and obviously want to cuddle you, but I make the better big spoon.”

Wrapping his arms around me, he hauls me up and over his beautiful chest, until I’m on the opposite side and closest to the TV. His body envelopes me in warmth as I feel his breath tickle my neck. He picks up the controller and clicks a couple of buttons, and then the starting credits toTexas Chainsaw Massacrebegin.

He keeps one hand firmly planted on my waist as we begin to relax around one another. I’m not sure if it's subconscious,but his thumb slowly draws tiny circles over my T-shirt, and my skin heats in response. “You looked beautiful tonight, Luna. And I agree, by the way. I think black might be your new color. It’s so fucking sexy, just like my girl.”

His words shoot straight to my tightening core. Wow. Trying to keep myself together, I steady my voice. “You don’t clean up too badly yourself, Mr. Evans.”

His thumb stills. “Is that so?”

I turn my head slightly to the side to catch his shit eating grin. “You looked hot, but don’t get carried away,” I giggle.

He leans down and whispers in the shell of my ear. “Trust me, Rocket. You don’t need to remind me of that. I’ve been repeating that exact mantra to myself since the moment you climbed into my bed.”

His lips caress the sensitive flesh just below my ear, placing soft, closed mouth kisses all the way down the side of my neck. It’s a sensory bliss that pools straight between my thighs. I can’t help but let out a soft whimper as he pulls my hair to one side and travels across my collarbone, sliding the neck of my shirt down slightly with his hand.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

I whimper again, but louder this time. “It’s so sensitive.”

He pushes his hand under my shirt and rests his palm back on my hip, but this time, the only material between us is my underwear. Tracing his finger along the seam of my waistband, he continues to nip and suck.