Zach was breathing heavily where he stood, five or so feet from me down the hall. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and I knew it wasn’t from the fight with Brett. He was in such good physical shape that he’d already recovered from that shit show.

His eyes roamed all over me, and I was glad for it. Under his stare, I felt like a goddess. Where Brett used to make me feel insecure and unattractive, Zach made me feel like my body was the Holy Grail. He followed the lines of my legs, the curve of my hips, and the swell of my breasts—which, thanks to motherhood, were larger than the last time he saw them.

I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. The straps fell from my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor. His eyes followed it down and then swept back up to soak in the sight of me.

Zach’s lips curled in a coy smile. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

I blushed furiously under his compliment. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I stepped lightly and moved to go around him to lead him down the hall to the bedroom. He caught my wrist and tugged me back to him.

“Why the rush?” he asked. His voice was deep and sultry. Everything about him had my body thrumming with excitement.

“I need you,” I whispered.

His hands fell to my hips, where he pulled me to him and then ran his fingers up my waist. He squeezed my breasts firmly and flicked his thumb over my nipples until I giggled. The kiss he devoured me with silenced me. His tongue slipped between my lips as his hands moved from my breasts to my throat. Wandering fingers strayed to the back of my neck, and his thumb trailed along my jaw until he plunged his hand into my hair. Gathering a fistful, he pulled my head back, forcing me to look up as his kiss became more desperate.

I couldn’t keep my hands to myself any longer. I gathered the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. Our mouths broke for the briefest moment, just enough time to pull the shirt over his head and reveal the God-like body beneath the fabric. I caressed every ridge of every muscle with slow deliberation as if I could commit each ab, peck, and lean line of his hip to memory. He was the sort of man women dreamed of but were never lucky enough to lay eyes upon—let alone make love to.

As I began fumbling with his belt, I was tickled with guilt. I shouldn’t be doing this. This was wrong. I should stop and sit him down and tell him the truth about Sam. He needed to know that he was a father, and every ounce of reason I possessed was screaming at me to tell him now. Tell him before you go too far.

But his tongue in my mouth and the smell of him was intoxicating. I needed him like I needed air. Talking could wait. It had to. His hand in my hair and the way he was suckling at my bottom lip chased away the guilt as soon as it had come.

I pulled his belt from the denim loops and tossed it aside. Then I popped open the button, unzipped his fly, and broke our kiss to pull his jeans down around his ankles as I went to my knees in front of him.

He was swollen inside his skintight boxers. I looked up, running my hands up his thighs, and hooked my thumbs in the waistband. He watched as I pulled him free and pressed my tongue to the base of his shaft. I licked him from base to tip, looking him in the eyes the whole time, and then took him in my mouth, using my lips as a seal.

He groaned as I eased him deep into my mouth. He pressed against the back of my throat, and I held him there. Thick saliva bloomed along my tongue, and I began moving my head back and forth, sucking him off and worshipping his cock the way he deserved.

Zach buried both hands in my hair once more and guided my movements. He liked deep and slow, and the way he watched me turned me on. I was sloppy wet between the legs and desperate to get my panties off.

I took as much of him as I could and held him in my mouth. Air was not a priority.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed. When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he pulled me off of him by the hair. “If you keep at that, we won’t make it to the bedroom.” His voice was husky and needy.

I rose slowly to my feet and wiped at the corners of my mouth as he released my hair. It tumbled down around my shoulders. “Then we should go to the bedroom.”

I took his hand, and we both walked down the hall. I opened the door and didn’t care that the place was a disaster. I’d gone through all of Brett’s shit in a matter of minutes. I hadn’t bothered to pack all his stuff, just the necessities. He would have to send a friend to come get the rest, or I’d pack it all up and leave it on the curb for him. Presently, it was scattered all across my bedroom floor.

The bed was unmade, but it didn’t matter. We were probably going to rip all the sheets off anyway.

Zach surprised me by picking me up by the waist from behind and lifting me onto the bed. I made to turn around, but he stilled me with his hands on my hips. “Stay where you are, baby,” he breathed as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me up to my knees. Then he placed a hand in my lower back, right between my shoulder blades, and pushed me face down on the bed.

My ass and pussy were on display for him when he pulled my panties down. He let them sit around my knees as he ran a finger along my wetness. I thought he was going to tease me, which would have been intolerable after five years of fantasizing about this moment. But he didn’t. Instead, he dipped a finger inside me and then another, stretching me and pushing down.

I moaned loudly. Self-restraint had no place where Zach was concerned. I wanted him to know that I liked what he was doing.

He began flicking his fingers in quick come-hither motions. I could hear how wet I was. He rubbed my clit with the thumb of his other hand, and it was only a matter of a minute or two before my body quivered and gave way to the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. It tore through me like a living creature, and I screamed like a girl in a porno flick when it reached its peak.

Zach chuckled behind me and slapped my ass. “You’re a vixen,” he whispered, leaning over me to leave kisses along my shoulders. His fingers were still inside me. He gave me a few moments to recover and catch my breath, and then he fucked me again, harder and faster this time, until I was screaming his name into the bed sheets beneath me.

After my second orgasm, he pulled out of me. The emptiness was agonizing. I looked back at him over my shoulder as he stroked his cock. Sensing he was ready and knowing I was more than ready, I hurried across the mattress to the nightstand where I pulled open the drawer and grabbed a condom.

I tossed it to him. He tore it open with his teeth and dropped the wrapper before rolling the rubber over his cock. He was so hard. I gazed at his length, and my pussy ached for him. I went back to my knees and looked back at him as I bit my bottom lip.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” he asked.

I nodded.

Zach smiled and stepped in close to rest the tip of his cock against my opening. The closeness was euphoric. He pressed in gently, and I moaned as the tip of him slid inside me. He took his time easing his way deep inside and rested his hands on my ass. He squeezed firmly and pulled my cheeks apart. I arched my back for him.

“Fuck,” he growled once I’d taken all of him. “You’re so wet.”

A moan was the only sound I could manage to make.

When he started thrusting, I thought I was going to lose complete control of myself. The pleasure was almost too much. It had been too long since I’d been fucked like this; since I’d had a man’s hands on me while he worked to get me off. Brett wasn’t that sort of guy. He was a pump until he was done kind of a guy, and my orgasms over the past few years had been given to me by myself.

This was different. This was just as wild and exquisite as it had been that night five years ago. We fit together like two puzzle pieces, and every time he drove into me I inched closer and closer to another climax. The sounds of his breathing and his soft grunts behind me had me all but coming undone.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered, gripping the sheets beneath me in desperation.

“Not yet,” Zach growled. “You come when I tell you to.”

His dominance only stoked the fire brighter. I let out a sharp moan as he drove inside me and paused. He slapped my ass, and I yelped and then giggled in surprise when I found that I liked it. My pussy pulsed around his shaft as he forced me to hold onto my orgasm.

When he started up again, my toes curled. My breathing became quick, breathless sighs, and it was all I could do not to let go and give in.

“Zach,” I pleaded.

“Not yet,” he grated, his grip on my hips tightening.

I buried my face in the sheets. If he didn’t let me go soon, I wouldn’t be able to stop it. The tightness forming below my belly needed to be released. I felt tighter, and every thrust had my knees feeling weaker and weaker. My hips ached as he pushed my legs farther apart.

I moaned deeply as his rhythm quickened. “Oh, God.”

“You ready, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathed.

He slapped my ass. “Come on, then.”

The climax was paralyzing. Every muscle in my body tightened as it crashed over me in a wave. Zach’s hands on my hips held me up as I succumbed to the pleasure. His hips slapped against my ass, and I heard him groan behind me as he came too. The moment was suspended as he finished and slowed, squeezed my ass one more time for good measure, and then pulled out of me.

I collapsed on the bed, breathless and still vibrating with pleasure. Zach crawled up beside me and laid on his side. He propped his head up in his hand with his elbow on the bed and grinned sheepishly at me. “That was well worth the wait,” he said.

I giggled and hid my face in the sheets. I was bright red, and I was sure my hair was a disaster. “It sure was.”

He ran a hand down my shoulder and along the base of my neck before tucking my hair behind my ear. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell there were dozens of thoughts running around behind those hazel eyes of his.

I pursed my lips.

I should tell him. There would never be a perfect time to come clean, but the longer I waited, the worse it would get. He deserved to know. If he was going to be upset, there was nothing I could do about it.

“I have to tell you something,” I said.

His eyes flicked back and forth between mine. He was still a little out of breath, and oh so fucking sexy lying in my bed beside me. He nodded once. “All right.”

I gnawed the inside of my cheek as my nerves began stirring. “I should have told you a long time ago.”

He nodded again.

I closed my eyes. Just fucking say it, Jo. I swallowed, blew out a steady breath, and opened my eyes to stare right into his. “Sam is your son, Zach. I’ve always known. I should have called you as soon as I knew but I just—” I broke off, guilt and terror rolling over me. A burning knot formed in my throat, and I looked away from him. “I’m sorry.”