“You’re spending the weekend with me, Tinkerbell,” Zac murmured, voice husky as his eyes drank her in.
With slow care, he brushed back the silky tendrils of her hair that clung damply to her forehead.
Ava nodded, heart fluttering like she’d waited forever to hear those words.
They lay side by side, bare, spent, and still basking in the heat of what they’d just shared.
It had been their second time, and yet this… this had felt even more intense, more intoxicating. She never knew such pleasure existed. Never imagined she’d want to linger forever on the edge of something so consuming.
Zac reached out, pulling her gently into his arms. Her head rested on his broad, steady chest, and he drew the comforter over them both, cocooning them in a warm silence.
Ava’s fingers traced lazy circles
