“Nash,” she whispers against my neck, sending fingers of electricity walking up and down my spine. “I want you.”

My only reply is an animalistic growl as I flip over in her hold, pressing her back to the mats. Rising to my haunches, I deftly grip her leggings. She raises her hips and I peel them down her long legs. She sits up, dragging her t-shirt over her head and I lose my breath when I see her in only a black sports bra and panties for the first time. She falls back to the mat, arms over her head in surrender. I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life.

What’s only been a dream until now is about to become reality. My hands shake with a combination of anticipation and nervous energy as I tear my t-shirt over my head, chucking it behind me. I lower my torso until her taut nipples graze my chest. I’ve been dying to be skin to skin with her. I trace the tip of my nose along the length of hers. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment for six years, Zoe. Tell me it’s real. Tell me you’re here.”

“I’m here, Nash. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

“This will change things between us.”

“I don’t care. I want to be yours. I’ve been waiting forever to be yours.”

“Fuck.” Fingers gripping her panties, I tear them down her legs while she tugs her bra off. I barely catch a glimpse of her bare pussy, before she’s lying back down, revealing her perfect tits and I’m instantly on them. Her fingers bury in my hair, urging me closer as my face presses in the deep crease of her cleavage. Skating my lips across an ample curve I suck a nipple into my mouth. She tastes honey sweet as I swirl my tongue around the pink tip.

Shifting to the other side, I flick my tongue over a taut peak and then gently rake my teeth against the softness.

“Oh...Nash...please,” she moans, in an invitation I can’t refuse. My fingers dig into her hips, gripping her fair skin as my lips trail a warm, wet path along the soft expanse of her stomach. I watch as she reacts to my kisses, her lean muscles tightening beneath her skin. Moving backward, I raise her legs over my shoulders and rest my chin on her mound.

Studying her, I take in her heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when I make you come.”

Fastening my mouth to her clit, I tug the swollen flesh between my lips and flutter my tongue, until her hips begin to rock. One hand clamps down on her inner thigh, holding her tight to my mouth while the other hand slides up to teasingly pluck a nipple.

“Nash, please,” she begs. “I want you.”

“And you’ll have me.” I growl rolling to my back and pulling her onto my face. I bury my tongue in her, groaning at her sweet taste. “Fuck you taste good.” My words are muffled against her hot, wet pussy. Hands caressing down over the supple curves of her ass, I squeeze both cheeks until I leave red marks all over them.

My tongue slides through her slit and circles her clit as I hook two fingers inside her tight entrance. She moans and rocks against my hand and tongue and I know she’s getting close. Her thighs cradle my face in a vise like grip as she leans back on her hands, bracing herself against my stomach. Her nails dig painfully into my skin and I hope she scratches me. Every time I look at the marks I’ll have a lasting reminder of this moment.

Gripping her hips, I watch her face as I grind her against my tongue. Back and forth I rock her until her thighs begin to twitch. Her head tips back, mouth drops open and a long, low moan expels from her parted lips. I don’t take my eyes off her as she trembles through her orgasm.

Her chin drops to her chest as she falls forward, palms landing on the mat above my head.

I stare up at her hovering over me and cup her cheeks in my palms. “Goddamn, I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as watching you come.”

Wrapping my arms around Zoe, I roll her over, settling my weight between her legs and smile rakishly. “You’re finally where you’re meant to be and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

My lips crash down on hers, ending all thoughts of anything, but our hot, wet tongues ravenously tangling.

She slips her hands around my back, sliding underneath my shorts and boxers and gripping my ass. Her palms cup my cheeks and press down urging me to apply more pressure to her clit. Her fingers grip the muscles in my ass with each flex as I thrust my hips. Fuck. I can’t wait until I’m buried inside her.

Pulling away, I rise to my feet and tear off the rest of my clothing in a matter of seconds. Zoe giggles as she watches my shorts and socks fly in different directions, before I sink down between her thighs once more. My cock is a thick, hot brand pressed against her wet pussy, driving away any last-minute doubts she might have about what happens next.

“I want you, Nash. Six years is enough time. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I grip my length in my large hand and guide it to her entrance, rubbing the tip back and forth, teasing her.

“Nash, please.”

Clasping my hands with hers, I press them to the floor on either side of her head. My eyes stare down into Zoe’s as I push inside her for the first time.

“Fuck,” I groan, lowering my forehead to hers, before drawing my hips back and thrusting to the hilt again. “I’ve never felt anything as good as your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

Her legs tighten around my hips, heels digging into my ass, urging me on. Each rock of my hips grinds her clit.

I brush my lips over hers with airsoft kisses and then lock gazes as I make love to her. My eyes tell her so much more than words could. I never imagined it was possible to feel so connected to another person. Every inch of our bodies that can be touching is and the expression on her face makes no secret of how deeply she cares for me. I never expected her to reveal her feelings in any way or make herself vulnerable. She’s laying all her cards on the table this early in the game - only it’s not a game. Whatever this is between us, it’s real and I hope it lasts.

My thrusts quicken, fingers squeezing hers tighter in my grip. “I can’t fuck you hard enough. I want to fucking climb inside you and stay there forever.”

“I want you to stay,” she moans. “Never leave me again.”

“Never,” I growl. My heart pounds at her words and my body feels weightless as I repeatedly slam my cock into her. Each flex of my hips drives her toward another release. Higher and higher she climbs lost on an emotional and physical high until she tips over the edge, unraveling explosively. Tremors shake her body from her toes to the top of her head. It looks like a full body orgasm.

“Oh...fuck.” My whisper is a hoarse groan in her ear. I thrust a few more times, before my hips jerk and my back goes rigid with my own orgasm.

Harsh breaths warmly bathe the side of my neck as I collapse on top of her. Releasing the hold on her hands, I wrap my arms under her, rolling until she’s lying cradled on top of me. My hand glides up her neck burying in the shoulder length tresses and massaging her scalp and the other one holds her close.

“Mm, I don’t ever want to move again,” she purrs.

“I’m okay with that.” My voice is a deep, content rumble, vibrating beneath her cheek.

Her fingertips trace over the puckered scar on my shoulder before moving down to the larger one on my abdomen. “I can’t believe you survived all of that. You were so brave that night. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Hey, it’s our job.” I shrug, downplaying it.

“Don’t say that like everyone would do the same. There are plenty of trained agents that panic and make poor decisions in a crisis. But not you.” She smiles.

“I had to keep you safe. That was the best added incentive.”

“Aw, Nash. You’re such a softie under this gruff agent exterior. Who would believe it?”

“No one, because I’m only like this with you.” I tap the end of her nose with the tip of my index finger. “We don’t have to worry about Natasha seeing us in here, do we?”

Zoe giggles. “It’s a little late to think about that isn’t it? But no, she’s not gonna be home until later. I shouldn’t give you any grief about it because I forgot too.”

“Hmm, that’s not like you, but I like it.”

“What can I say? My brain isn't functioning properly. I wonder whose fault that is?”

“Whoever he is, he’s a talented motherfucker if he got your brain to shut off for a bit.”

She snorts and rests her chin on my chest, staring up into my eyes mischievously. “You just caught me at a weak moment.”

“We’ll have to see if I can catch you at another weak moment soon.” I wiggle my eyebrows lecherously and then my face settles into the crooked smile she brings about so much. “We are going to do this again, right?”

“I’m okay with that. I just don’t want anyone at work to be able to tell we’re....”

“Fucking?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re not fucking though.”

Her only reply is a raised brow.

“This is much more than us fucking. We can be professional at work and still be a couple. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I mean, I know it will be difficult to resist all this.” I gesture at my body. “But you can exhibit a little self-control each day while we work.”

“Pftt. I’ll be just fine. You’re the one who’ll be struggling.”

My hand trails down her back, fingertips teasing the petal soft skin along the crack of her ass. “Are you sure about that?” I tease.

Reaching between our bodies, she wraps her hand around my growing cock and smiles. “I like to think we’re evenly matched.”

“Before you take that any further, what do ya say we move this to the bedroom? My ass is sticking to the mats.”

I’m a fortunate guy. I have a great job, a condo I own, and I come and go as I please. I answer only to myself, and yet there’s always been some intangible component missing from my life. Lying here with Zoe in my arms feels unbelievably right. Is she the key to my complete happiness?

My fingertips stroke along the graceful line of her spine. Her fair skin is delicate, but her muscles are well defined and firm under the surface. She’s been training for years and her leanly muscled frame reflects that.

“Mm, if you keep doing that I’m never leaving,” she murmurs against my chest.

“This?” I slowly skim my fingers up and down her back teasing along the crease of her ass.

“Yes, I love it.”

“I’ll never get sick of touching you. Your skin is softer than anything I’ve ever felt.”

“Your touch is pure wizardry and I’m lost under your spell.”

I laugh. “I forgot you’re a Harry Potter fan.”

“I thought you remember everything?”

“I remember the important things.”

“Like what?”

“I remember the first time I saw you at the safe house. You were standing by the fridge and giggling at yourself until you noticed me. Your expression switched from happiness to fear in a flash. I swore to myself I’d do everything I could to make you feel safe. I never wanted to see that expression on your face again.”

“Nash,” she whispers, raising her head from my chest. “You’ve always made me feel safe.”

“I hope so. I’d do anything to protect you.”

“I know you would. You have. You almost died guarding me and I wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for you.”

“Doesn’t that mean you belong to me?”

“I think I always have.”