Kash relaxed underneath her, tension ebbing into the slow roll of his hips to meet her, give her what she needed from him while he took what he needed from her. Not satisfied with the angle, or his grip on her, though, he pushed himself up to a seated position without dislodging her, and used the new leverage to pull her down that much further.

When he was seated so deep she couldn't possibly move without feeling him, he met her gaze and told her again, "Need you, Z. I've needed you so long," and then caught her mouth in a kiss. He couldn't say it often enough, couldn't tell her firmly enough. Now that she was here, he couldn't imagine how he'd survived without her.