My knees pressed into the mattress as I sat astride him and the friction between us burned hotter, pushed me to move faster. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and touched his forehead to mine as we moved as one. As we synched up our bodies into our new reality.
He lifted to meet me halfway and hit me just right. I flung my head back so that he could reach my breasts. He sucked and bit until I was trembling over him, around him, and crying out his name. Sweat poured between us as I demanded everything from his strong, fluid body.
He gave me everything and held me as I shattered over him. He cradled me while the shudders turned to tremors and finally my breath came deep and slow. And once the tempest subsided, he rolled me onto my back.
“Zoe mine. I’ve been searching for you for so long it felt like my world was nothing but darkness. You say I gave you color, but it was really you who gave me mine. And the music I’d always longed for and couldn’t quite reach.”
I gasped as he slowly filled me again and again. He lifted my knee so there was no air, no space between us.
“I never want this to end.” His voice was hushed reverence.
I reached up enough to kiss his jaw, his neck and tug at the cross around his neck. He buried his face along the skin between my shoulder and neck, biting lightly as he groaned.
I tipped my hips and he swore, finally taking the sweet, slow progression into what he truly needed. His hair curtained around us, the silk tickling my cheeks and nose before he finally locked his lips to mine.
I tasted his groans and the surprise orgasm that hit me from the incessant friction. It seemed to set off a chain reaction in him and my name was a hoarse cry. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him tight as he finally emptied himself in me.
He dropped on top of me, going entirely limp for a moment. He groaned and tried to roll off of me, but I held him tighter. “Not yet.”
He pressed light kisses along my neck. “I’m too heavy.”
“You feel just right.”
He did a near pushup over me and I may have swooned a little over the new muscles in his arms. He’d always been wiry and lean, as if he was a sandwich away from starving. A few weeks on the farm and my Aunt Laverne’s cooking and he’d filled out so much.
He flopped onto his back and dragged me over him. I pressed my cheek to his chest and played with his cross. “Where do we go from here?”
“We go wherever you want, Magic.”
I bit him lightly. He jumped and rubbed the pinched flesh with a frown. “That’s unlikely, rockstar. I’ve seen your single burning up the charts. Even if I didn’t want to listen to that song, I heard it wherever I went. The cafe in town, the store radio, even in the car. Sabrina won’t let you hide here forever.”
“It doesn’t matter what she wants. You’re what matters.”
It was sweet of him to say, but I knew things didn’t work that way. “We’ll make it work, I promise. Handy for you I can work anywhere.”
“You’d come back to LA with me?”
When I didn’t nod right away, he sat up. “We can live here.”
“What, in this loft?”
“Your family does seem to like to build on the property. We can build a home.”
I leaned down to grab my shirt at the end of the mattress and pulled it over my head. “That’s a sweet sentiment, but I don’t want to live at Happy Acres.”
“Why not? You’ve done amazing work since I’ve been here. There’s got to be another dozen canvases down there.”
“I needed home to figure out where to go with my work, but I don’t need the orchard to work anymore. I needed to just own up to what I need. You and to be true to myself.”
“Is that why you were so pissy earlier?”
I pushed my hair out of my face. “Part of it. It’s hard to hold myself away from you.”
“Good. Because I don’t want you to do it ever again.”
I pushed him onto his side. “Yeah, yeah. I have an appointment with a gallery in Woodstock this afternoon.”
“What?” He sat up. “That’s amazing.”