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My eyes fly open, and the first thing I notice is that it’s dark outside. My room is lit softly by the small table lamp that sits to my right, but it casts heavy shadows outside of the perimeter of my immediate vicinity.

I turn to the other side of the bed and see it’s empty and, for a brief moment, I think maybe I dreamed that Zach was here. But no… I’m na**d in my bed and clearly, someone was lying beside me as evidenced by the rumpled covers.

Lifting my head up, I glance to my right and my heart stutters. Zach is in a small settee chair that sits beside my window. The moonlight filters in across his dark hair, casting silver glints on it. He’s beautifully naked, his long legs stretched in front of him. He has one hand resting lazily on his thigh, the other cupping his chin in his palm while his elbow rests on the chair.

“What are you doing over there?” I ask, my voice still rough with lazy slumber.

“Watching you sleep,” he says simply. “You must have been exhausted.”

I nod my head and rub my eyes. “Yeah… I guess I was.”

Zach pushes out of the chair and walks to the end of the bed. My throat goes dry at his complete magnificence. He looks cut from marble; the dark shadows in the room making the angles of his muscles look almost harsh in their formation. His c**k is half erect, and I lick my lips as I stare at it in fascination.

“Eyes up here,” Zach chides, and my face goes red as I look up at him.

He bends over, pulling the cover and sheet away from my body. My ni**les go erect from the cool air hitting them, as well as Zach’s hot gaze.

Slowly raising a knee up, he crawls onto the end of the bed and makes his way up my body, pushing my legs apart as he goes.

Never one for subtlety, his hands cover my mound and pull the swollen folds of my center apart. His mouth descends on me, his tongue shockingly hot and probing. I groan deep in my chest, my hands coming up to his hair to dig in tight and hold him in place.

Zach uses his tongue and his lips to love on me… in a way that I know he loves, because he’s done it to me often enough. He’s become so skilled at his oral play that, within just minutes, he has me cresting in cl**ax, but he doesn’t let up on me. He keeps at me, lashing at me with his tongue, sucking hard and then gently at me. His fingers come in to play, and he keeps his face between my legs for what seems like hours until I come again.

My fingers pull tight on his hair, and he lifts his head up to me. I can see my moisture glistening on his lips from the lamplight, and he gives me a sinful smile.

“More?” he asks.

I shake my head, and he looks disappointed.

“What are you doing here, Zach?” I ask, my need for answers demanding this be addressed.

Sighing, Zach continues to crawl up my body, where he settles his h*ps against mine and rests his elbows to the sides of my rib cage. Leaning down, he kisses me softly… so softly I barely get a taste of my essence clinging to his lips.

“I came back for you,” he tells me when he pulls his mouth away from mine. “I never should have left the way I did. It was wrong, and I’ll always regret it.”

“I went looking for you,” I tell him, my voice small, the hurt over his abandonment coming out fresh again.

“I know,” he says as he stares down at me. “I called Randall when I got to the States, and he told me you were there. I was going to get on a plane immediately and fly back over there to find you, but he urged me to wait.”

“And you’ve been here at my house the whole time?”

He gives me a sheepish grin. “For three days and… um… I sort of had to break in. You’re kind of missing a small pane of glass on your back door, but I taped over it.”

“You broke into my house?” I ask with amusement.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” he says as he leans down to kiss me again.

“Not true. You could have gone to Randall’s. You could have gone to a hotel.”

“No, I couldn’t have. I needed to be as close to you as possible. I missed you so badly; this was the only place I could be. And I was going crazy with worry, knowing you were out in the Amazon… alone… unprotected. It was torture waiting for you.”

“Now you know how I felt when you left,” I say in a chastising voice.

“I know,” he says softly and lays his head on my chest. I can’t help myself. My arms come up to circle around his head, and I hold him tight to me. “I’m so sorry, Moira. I was out of my mind with worry and grief, and I let it push you aside. I should have never done that.”

I hold him to me, feeling his skin against mine… feeling his warm breath against my br**sts. “Randall told me that you had made the decision to stay with me… just that morning before you left.”

Lifting his head, Zach looks at me sincerely. “Yes. I wanted that more than anything. I still want that… if you do.”

“You’d leave your home… forever… to be with me?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, but for how long? For all I know, this was just a chance to get another f**k in,” I say quietly.

Leaning down, Zach takes a nipple into his mouth and tugs on it gently. When it pops free, he looks up at me with dark eyes. “Yes, I plan on f**king you a lot. Hard and repetitively, and I’m going to be taking that ass again soon because there is nothing f**king better than to be lodged deep inside of you that way. But… you and I both know this is a whole lot more than just about f**king. This is about the heart.”

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