Jill cups my face in her hands. "Is this what had you so upset?"

"I can't have her make Seth's life any more difficult than she already has."

"She can't. She gave up custody. Right?"

"Yeah, I have full custody. She didn't even ask for visitation. In the court's eyes, she abandoned him."

Jill's nodding and pushes her fingers into my hair. "You have all the power here, babe."

I nod and rest my forehead on Jill's, drawing strength from her. Jesus, she's so f.u.c.king strong.

"Now, about the rest of it. Why in the b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l would you think I'd want to move back to LA?"

"You deserve nice things, Jill. You deserve-"

"I deserve you. And Seth. And even that silly dog of yours. I don't want LA. I left there for a reason, Zack."

I sigh, knowing I've f.u.c.ked up. "It was a motherf.u.c.ker of a day, sugar. Between the lack of sleep last night, that call, the fireworks, seeing you in Max's arms . . ."

Jill throws her head back and laughs. "In Max's arms? He hugged me, Zack. That happens sometimes."

"He had his hands on you."

"That happens when a person hugs you."

"I didn't like it," I growl.

I turn with Jill in my arms, cross to the bed, and crawl onto it with her still clinging to me. I kneel between her legs and tug her expensive shoes off her feet, and toss them on the side of the bed as she pulls her shirt over her head.

"I think I should remind you who you belong to, sugar."

"Is that so?" She c.o.c.ks a brow and pulls at the hem of my shirt until I tug it over my head and toss it aside. Her hands glide over my stomach and to the b.u.t.ton on my jeans.

I peel her s.e.xy jeans down her legs and take in the sight of her lying on the bed in a s.e.xy lacy bra and matching panties, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

"Holy f.u.c.k, Jill."

"Back at you, soldier." Her eyes are taking in my torso, my shoulders. "Take your pants off."

"Not yet," I reply and cover her s.e.x with my hand. She hisses in a breath and stares up at me with wide eyes as I yank her panties down her hips and legs, toss them aside, spread her legs, and look my fill. "Do you know how gorgeous your p.u.s.s.y is, sugar?" I scoot down to my belly, shoulder between her thighs, and run one finger through her already wet folds. "G.o.d, it's so beautiful. Pink. Puffy." I raise her c.l.i.toral hood with my thumb and blow on her c.l.i.t and grin wickedly when it swells. "So f.u.c.king responsive."

"Zack," she whimpers.

"That's right, Jilly. Mine." I lean in and lick her, from her opening to her c.l.i.t and back down again. "This is mine."

I push two fingers inside her and press my tongue to her c.l.i.t, barely moving it back and forth to give her just a tiny bit of friction. Her hips buck and she grips my hair in her strong hands.

"Oh my G.o.d!"

"Whose p.u.s.s.y is this, Jilly?" My fingertips brush over that rough sweet spot and I feel her tighten around me like a fist. My c.o.c.k twitches in antic.i.p.ation, throbbing with want for her. "Tell me, baby."

"Yours," she whispers and moves her hips, trying desperately to make me increase the friction against her c.l.i.t, but I pull back.

"Say it again, Jill."

"Yours," she repeats, stronger now.

I wrap my lips around her c.l.i.t and pull gently, and my fingers increase speed, f.u.c.king her harder. "Again."

"Yours!"

"f.u.c.king right," I growl and then pull on her c.l.i.t again until she comes violently, bucking and trembling, panting, chanting my name.

I stand and drop my jeans, then pull Jill off the bed and into my arms again.

"Wrap your legs around me."

She obeys, wraps those toned, slender legs around my waist and arms around my neck and kisses me for all she's worth, not giving a s.h.i.t that her juices are still all over my mouth.

I groan against her lips and push her against the wall again, pull my hips back, and slide home, impaling myself completely inside her. With her eyes level with mine, I pin her in my gaze as we both gasp for breath.

"You are mine, Jillian. Do you hear me? Mine."

"Yes," she sobs as I begin to move in hard, quick strokes. This isn't soft and slow like before, it's hard and urgent, and I know exactly what I'm doing.

I'm claiming my woman.

My c.o.c.k is harder than it's ever been, pulsing and throbbing inside this amazing woman. Every time I pull back, she whimpers.

"Dragging against your sweet spot, sugar?"

"G.o.d, yes!" Her legs tighten on my hips as her p.u.s.s.y clenches around me.

"Do not come yet," I command. Her eyes burst open with surprise and she bites her plump lower lip. "Not yet."

"Please," she whispers and circles her hips again, almost frantically. "I'm almost there."

I plunge inside her and stop abruptly, holding her against the wall with my body, filling her with my c.o.c.k. I watch her for a moment as her breath heaves in and out, pressing her hard nipples against my chest.

"Zack."

"Yes, Jilly."

"I need to f.u.c.king come!" She makes a small fist and gently pounds it on the top of my shoulder in frustration. "Please."

I hook an arm under her knee, cup her a.s.s with my hand, opening her wider, and push against her even more tightly.

"I love the way you feel wrapped around me," I murmur. "I love the way you taste and smell. I can smell how f.u.c.king turned on you are. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

She shakes her head. I pull back then slam home again, making her cry out.

"It makes me f.u.c.king crazy. It makes me want to f.u.c.k you all night long. Would you like that, Jilly?"

"Yes!"

I begin to pound in and out of her again, my pace quicker now. She's so f.u.c.king slick, her wetness pouring down over my c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s, and her entire body is clenched around me like a vise.

She's f.u.c.king amazing.

"Oh my G.o.d, Zack, please, I can't wait . . ."

I watch her face in awe as she begins to succ.u.mb to her release. "Do it, baby. Come."

Instead of screaming like I expected, she grows silent, bites her lip, and her body is racked with shudders as she pulses and contracts around me. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My spine tingles and b.a.l.l.s lift as I surrender to my own release, rocking into her. She cradles me in her arms as I bury my face in her neck and come harder than I can ever remember coming before, my entire body stiff, feeling like it's going to turn inside out.

After a few long moments of us clinging to each other, supported by the wall, Jill giggles softly.

"We made a mess."

"We'll clean it up." I brush a few strands of her hair back from her face. "You're mine, Jilly."

"I get it." She grins and kisses me softly. "And you're mine, soldier."

"d.a.m.n right."

CHAPTER.

Twelve.

JILLIAN.

Someone is nibbling on my neck. I stretch under the soft sheets and smile sleepily, not opening my eyes yet. Zack's pressed to my back, leaving damp kisses down my shoulder, then back to my spine. His hand drifts down my arm to my hip, up my side, then around to cup my breast.

I moan softly and wiggle my hips, pressing against his hard erection.

"Good morning, sugar," he whispers against my ear. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Mm."

He pulls me onto my back and smiles down at me. His dark hair is mussed and his big brown eyes are heavy with sleep. The dimple in his cheek winks at me.

"You're gorgeous in the morning," he murmurs and kisses my forehead, and just that press of lips to my skin has my body on full alert. My hand glides from his naked hip, up his side to his shoulder.

"You're s.e.xy all the time."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Doubtful."

"I love this dimple." I rub it with my fingertip, enjoying this lazy, relaxed time with him. We don't get it often. "I love when you smile at me like this, because you don't smile very often."

"I seem to be smiling more and more now that you're in my life," he replies softly. His fingertips are tracing small circles around my belly.

"I love your arms," I continue. "They're strong. And your tattoo is supercool."

"Supercool?" he asks with a grin.

"I've been hanging out with Seth a lot," I say and shrug. "I love your flat abs and this line right here." I trace the V in his hip and watch with fascination as he bites his lip and holds his breath. "Is that sensitive?"

"You tell me," he whispers and repeats the motion on my own hip.

"That . . . tickles." I wrinkle my nose at him and gasp when he does it again.

"You know what I love about your body, sugar?" He kisses my cheek, then effortlessly moves over me, covering me with his large, hard body. He rests his c.o.c.k against my folds, his pelvis against mine, and his elbows at either side of my head. "I love your big blue eyes. They can make me feel like the only man in the world, or they can cut me to the core, in just one look."

He kisses my lips and pushes his fingers into my hair, ma.s.saging my scalp. Dear sweet G.o.d, he's good with his hands.

"I love your a.s.s. I thought I was going to have to kill Josh and the other guys last night when you were showing off your jeans. You have an a.s.s that's just the right size for a nice handful, and f.u.c.k me if it doesn't look amazing in jeans."

"So you're an a.s.s man." My voice is raspy and heavy with desire.

"I'm not finished," he replies and kisses down my jawline to my neck. "I love your hands. They feel amazing on me. They can be comforting and gentle, or they can grab onto my hair and clench so tight I don't think you'll ever let go."

His words are intoxicating. My body is humming, moving slowly beneath him. He's rocking his hips, sliding his c.o.c.k between my wet folds, and continuing to ma.s.sage my scalp while kissing his way down my neck and across my collarbones.

"But Jesus, Jilly, your p.u.s.s.y is just f.u.c.king amazing." He pulls his hips back and then slides deep inside me and when he's seated completely, he drags his lips up my jawline back to my lips. "You fit me perfectly. Like you were made for me."

He moves leisurely in and out of me. The only sound in the room is our panting breaths as we slowly make love, as though we have all day to explore each other's bodies.

I cup his face in my hands and bring his lips down to mine to nibble and tease, until he kisses both of my palms, laces his fingers with mine, and pulls my hands up over my head. He keeps them there as he begins to move more quickly, his eyes pinned to mine, and I can't tell where he ends and I begin.

He presses all the way in and rocks his pubis against my c.l.i.t and grins as he watches me begin to come apart beneath him.

"Yes, baby, come." He kisses my lips and nuzzles my nose. "Come for me."