Page 75 of The Wrong Game

I took the first step, but then he was charging toward me, too. We crashed together in the middle of the room to the tune of another roar of the crowd on the television, and I didn’t know what was happening at that game, but I felt like they were all cheering for us.

Zach wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him like he couldn’t get close enough, his tongue slipping inside my mouth like he wanted to brand every part of me. The way he touched me wasn’t timid or nervous, it wasn’t hesitant or unsure. He touched me like I’d only been his to touch, like I was born for this, for him — and now that he had me, he knew exactly what to do, from years and years of wanting. Of waiting.

“Purse,” I breathed, pointing to the counter behind him. “Condom.”

Zach tore his mouth from mine, crossing the room in three steps and dumping my entire purse on the counter.

I laughed. “Oh, no, it’s cool. I’ll clean that up later.”

Zach didn’t apologize, just smirked, tearing open a condom and rolling it over his length on his way back to me. He wrapped his hands around my wrists, pulling them over my head as he backed me up into the window again. “Did you hear me apologize?”

His mouth captured mine before I could respond, and as my ass hit the window, he dropped his grip from my wrists, wrapping his hands around my waist, instead. I planted mine on his shoulders, and as he lifted, I pushed, wrapping my legs around him as he leaned me against the glass.

My breath caught as he lined up at my center with just a dip of his hips, and we both paused, foreheads pressed together, oxygen dancing between us.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pain etched in the crease of his brows. “I don’t want to hurt you, butGod, I don’t know how to take this easy right now.”

The tip of him slid between my lips, and just another flex of his hips would have him inside me. We both inhaled stiff breaths, and I swallowed, running my hands back through his hair.

“Let me,” I whispered, clearing my throat when the words didn’t come out strong. Zach cracked his eyes open, searching mine. “Sit down. Let me.”

My voice was still soft, quiet, unsure, and Zach smirked, running the tip of his nose over the bridge of mine before he kissed it. “Let you what?”

I flushed.

“Say it, Gemma,” he husked. “Let youwhat?”

I rolled my lips together, hands fisting in his hair as he flexed his hips a little more. The tip of him pushed inside me, and my eyes fluttered shut, both of us moaning in sync.

“Let me ride you.”

Zach growled, the cold glass off my back in the next instant as he carried me across the room. He sat on the couch, leaning back and pulling me into him as I situated myself, straddling him, hands pressed against his hard, slick chest.

He kissed me softer, longer, hands resting on my hips as he let me take control. And though I was shaking, I took only one, deep breath before I lined him up at my entrance and slowly, carefully, lowered myself down.

I clamped a hand over my mouth, moaning into the skin and squeezing my eyes shut at the feel of him as Zach let out a long, heated groan. I’d only worked him in a little, and when I pulled up again only to sit right back down, taking him in a little deeper, he cursed.

“You feel…” He shook his head, grappling. “Incredible. Unreal.”

I shook, nails digging into his shoulders as I lifted again, this time lowering until he was all the way inside me. For a moment, we just sat like that, breathing, feeling, his throbbing cock stretching me open.

Then, I started to move.

My thighs burned as I rocked, up and down, forward and back, rubbing my clit against his lower abs every time I touched down. A wave of panic threatened to surge as I realized it was the first time I’d had a man inside me since Carlo, but it receded as soon as it’d come, Zach’s hands fastened on my hips bringing me back to the current moment.

I was okay. I was safe. I was in control, and so was Zach.

And as scary as it was, inthatmoment, I trusted him.

My toes tingled as blood started rushing faster toward my center, and Zach pulled my mouth to his, hands tight in my hair as he kissed me hard. I rode him faster, wilder, nails digging, thighs slapping. And when I was close, I broke our kiss, leaning back to balance with my hands on his knees.

He shook his head, eyes taking in the new view of me tilted back. He ran his hands over my stomach, up to frame my breasts as they bounced. And when he rolled his fingers over my nipples, I let my head fall back, a gasping moan slipping from my lips.

“Oh, God, Zach,” I breathed, riding him harder.

“Yes,” he rasped, tugging each nipple. “Do it. Come for me.”

I bounced more, and behind me, the announcer grew louder as the crowd screamed.