I can feel his hard body pressing against mine. All I want is to rip that shirt off to feel the heat of his skin on mine. He has me completely locked between him and the car and I can't think of one complaint against it. I bring my hands inside his shirt on his lower back, and he immediately pulls back.

“Shit,” he curses and tries to pull back from me, but I bring him against me again, holding him by his waist.

“If you think for a second that I will let you go after that without you admitting that you want me too, then you have lost your fucking mind,” I growl at him.

Zachary's eyes go from honey to copper within a second; If I wasn't standing so close to him, I couldn't have noticed it.

“You fucking son of a bitch,” his voice is throaty. My blood travels south.

“Oh… yeah. I am not going to make this easy for you.”

Zachary doesn't say anything, just stares at my face. When I couldn't be restive anymore, I flip us so that it is Zachary who is pinned to the car. He exhales when his back hits the side of the car.

“Just say it, goddamn it!” I hiss at him as I press our bodies together.

His breath catches and eyes close for a moment, but then he opens them to stare at me. Those beautiful eyes are fiery with lust; He part his lips to wet them with his tongue. Never letting go of our eye contact.

“I want you. Damn it. I fucking want you too,” he growls. And that is all the confirmation I needed; I grab his hands and pull him off the car.

“Your room.” I whisper in his ear. Pulling back, I start walking towards his room as he follows. At this time of the night the hallways are mostly empty. I make myself to his room, and he opens the door. Just as the door closes behind us, he pushes my back against the door and devours my mouth with his. His hands slide down my chest, under my shirt then up again. The heat of his palm feels like a tattoo burn on my skin. I grip the hem of his shirt and tug, “Take it off.”

He pulls back a little and grips the shirt by the neck to pull it off in one swift move. God, that is sexy as hell. Everything about him is sexy. And all that is mine for tonight. I lick my lips as I examine his chest and abs. Fuck. Hard muscles, but lean and fucking hot.

He catches me ogling him and smirks, “Doesn't seem fair that I am the only one without a shirt,” he says.

I take my shirt off, and then it is his turn to ogle, I smirk at him when he does. I pull him to me by the waist for another kiss, making my back jab onto the door harder.

“The bed,” he hisses between breaths. I kiss his neck and bite his shoulder when he tries to pull back a little.

“Fuck,” he inhales.

“We'll get there,” I assure him.

Zachary pushes me back a little. “You want to fuck me?”

I raise my eyebrows at him. “I do but not if you don't want me to. I am all for equal opportunity, but I really can't deny that I would love to fuck your arrogance out of you.”

The smirk that forms on his lips is purely devilish. And sexy as hell. But mostly beautiful.

He doesn't say anything except move towards the bed, getting his pants off as he goes. He lies on the bed, sprawled out on it with just his boxers on as he supports his upper body with raised elbows. I swallow so hard I think my tongue went down my throat.

The smug look he is giving me is the same one he gives me when he has won one of our arguments, but this time instead of aggravating me all it does is turn me on. Desperately. I slip out of my own pants and make my way to the bed. His eyes trace every one of my moments as I walk towards him. I get on the bed and hover over his body, making him fall on it completely. His head hits the pillow and his wavy hair splays on it. God, he looks beautiful.

His hands come up to my chest and then down my abs to the waistband of my boxers. He moves his thumb along it to the back. “Give me all you got.”

That demand of his is enough to make my skin burst out in goosebumps. I push his boxers down and throw it away, studying his naked skin. My boxers follow as we melt into another scorching kiss. Burning skin against burning skin.

“Condoms and lube in the drawer,” Zachary groans out as my hands move to his drawer to get the materials. I throw the things on the bed and look down at Zachary, panting and aroused.

“As I said, I am not going to go easy on you and when I am done you're going to return the favor,” I tell him as I bite down on his collar bone. His hand fists the sheets as he heaves.

“Fuck,” is his reply and I know he totally agrees with my statement.

I smirk at him. “I am gonna make you forget your name,” I promise him.

He pulls me down by my neck. “Then fucking get on with it.”

I do. And I have to admit that it is a beautiful sight to have Zachary completely bare and pliant under me. Groaning and gasping all the while saying my name in broken breaths. And as promised, I definitely do make him forget a lot of things. Zachary grabs on my shoulders as he tries to ground himself as I devour every bit of him. I memorize everything, every glazed look, sound, heartbeat, touch and vulnerability that Zachary gives me. All I can think of is how much I want him and this moment to last. And somehow I think it does.

The high comes down, and when we are done, I dip my head down to the crook of his neck and breathe in his musky, post-sex scent. He tangles one of his hands in my hair as the other moves slowly on my back.

“I think you might need a minute before you can return the favor since I completely wrecked you,” I grin smugly into his neck.

He tugs on my hair, not enough to hurt but harder than necessary. “Shut up.”

I grin wider, “You're not denying it.”

“That goddamn mouth of yours is so fucking infuriating,” Zachary sighs.

“You didn't have any problem with my mouth a few moments ago, in fact you seemed to love it.”

“Because it wasn't saying stupid shit,” Zachary grumbles.

I push off of him and lay down beside him. He turns his head to look at me. Slowly he smiles. There aren't any words strong enough to describe how I feel right now. Never will be. The sad part though is that it goes as fast as it came.

“When was the first time you had sex?” the question comes out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Sixteen. You?”

“Seventeen. What about your first time with a guy?”

His expression tightens for a moment. It happens so fast I am surprised I didn't miss it. But I didn't.

“How do you presume my first time wasn't with a guy?” he asks.

“Was it?”

He shakes his head. “No, it wasn't. My first time with a man wasn't all that…”

He looks a bit conflicted and every bone in me aches to soothe that wrinkle between his eyebrows.

“All that what?” I prompt.

He sighs. “Nice?”

I don't know why that unsettles me. It makes my lungs feel like it doesn't have enough space. “Why?”

Zachary looks up at the ceiling and I think he won't give me an answer, but he says, “My first time with a guy, it happened in a club where me and a few guys had gotten a fake ID and entered just because of curiosity. The thing was I was pissed off by my dad and this guy just came onto me when I was separated from the others. He just looked at me and told me he wanted to fuck me after kissing me, and I was a little buzzed and maybe dejected, so I let him drag to a goddamn bathroom stall and-” he slowly turns away from me and inhales; my heart breaks a little more with each word he says, “He bent me over, no prep or lube and just did it. Thank god he used a condom. I don't know why I let him do it even when it hurt. Guess, I didn't want to feel anything anymore.”

“Jesus, Zachary. That's-”

“It wasn't rape. I never said no, and I could have stopped him, but I didn't do anything then. I just let him. He probably assumed I was okay with it.”

A sad smile forms on his face and I hate it. I hate everything about this. I want to kill that guy who bought him that pain, especially when he wasn't even ready. Instead, I bring my hand to his face and cup his jaw. Slowly tracing his skin with my fingers. “He still hurt you.”

He shrugs. “I felt it in the morning, I was scared that I let someone do that. It was a horrible feeling. The feeling of getting used and then dumped.”

I don't say anything. There is nothing that I can say that will make that feeling hurt any less. So all I do is let my fingers caress his face, his neck and his collarbone. “I want to kill that guy.”

He stares at me, unmoving. Like he can't comprehend what I said, but then he moves closer to me, slipping one of his legs between mine. “Don't say things like that.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

The next thing I know he is hovering me, using his leg between mine to make me spread my legs a little. “That's enough talking.”

“You still have a lot to give up.”

“Not today,” he shakes his head and his unsaid 'Not ever' rings in my ears, but I have never been more determined to want something. I want to be the one who is there for him, the person who he has never had. That someone who he can trust to let go himself with; because I want him to let go, to be that unguarded person he showed me moments ago.

I want to be the one to carry his hurt with him.

I don't know what that means. All these feelings that I have now is something I have no idea what to make off, but I know what I want now. The rest can wait a little more.

Moreover, I have a sexy son of a bitch hovering over me right now. I grin up at him.

“C'mon then, give me all you got,” I repeat what he told me just a while ago. He grins at me and I pull him down for a kiss. And Everything around us ceases to matter.

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