Our lips collided in a brilliant, blinding frenzy. Zac's hands lifted to hold both sides of my face, almost possessively, as his thumbs dug into my cheeks. His mouth strained and softened against mine. Invasive pressure that led to sweet, melting surrender. He kissed me back with a fierceness that caught me by surprise. The intensity left me lightheaded.

I winced as I felt the scrape of his teeth along my lower lip. He soothed me shortly after with the gentle caress of his tongue. As our kisses deepened, the metal piercing on his tongue continually grazed the insides of my mouth in the most intimate ways. Again and again, my heart slammed against my chest as though it was trying to break free. It was too much. It wasn't enough.

Groaning softly, Zac's hands trailed down my shoulders. He enfolded me in his arms. Our bodies entwined as I moved closer, half-straddling his lap. He used the weight of his body to lean into me, and together we tumbled onto the mattress. He immediately rolled over me, caging my body under his broad shoulders. We were still fully clothed, but my legs instinctively parted as he settled between them. We kissed some more, and suddenly I felt a hardness of a different sort straining against my inner thigh. I gasped involuntarily. Zac opened his eyes to look at me. Desire burned in his golden eyes. The corner of his mouth tilted up.

Ever so slowly, he thrust his hips forward and drove his sizable erection into the softness between my thighs. There was a question on his face as one of his hands traveled up my waist towards my chest. It settled over my breast. His touch was featherlight.

"Is this... okay?" Zac inquired with uncertainty.

I nodded shyly. "K-keep your pants on, but... you can touch."

"Pants stay on," he mouthed obediently.

My fingers skirted up to the collar of my white uniformed dress shirt, fumbling with the first three buttons as I undid them one at a time. I had never felt clumsier. My top opened to reveal the full, deep V of my cleavage. I reached for Zac's hand and guided it beneath the flap of my loosened shirt. His hand found the warm swell of my breast. He squeezed gently. My skin prickled under his touch.

"Holy shit," he cursed softly.

"What's wrong?" I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling alarmed.

Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, Zac pushed me back down and breathed in awe, "Nothing. Everything is perfect. You're perfect. I just can't believe this is happening right now, like, I'm actually touching Caterina Donati's boobs. Do you have any idea how many times I've dreamed about this moment?"

I relaxed and eyed him with amusement. "I dunno. You kinda sound like a perv."

"Oh, you have no idea," he declared roguishly, giving my breast another playful tug, "I feel like such a fucking badass. Thank you for making my dreams come true, babygirl."

Laughter bubbled out of me as I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a peck on the lips.

"You're such a loser," I teased. "Or am I the loser now for letting you perv all over me?"

"I'm not gonna perv all over you," Zac muttered as his hands started massaging my breasts in earnest. He looked distracted. "I just wanna make you feel good. Let me know how I'm doing, okay?"

He bent down to kiss my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. His head moved lower as he trailed kisses all over my collarbone and over the curves of my breasts. A thumb dipped inside my bra. He circled my nipple in a very pleasing way until the peak hardened into a small pebble. I moaned.

Zac froze and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Am I being too rough?"

"No, you're doing fine," I assured him in breathless tones. "It feels good. Really good."

He beamed. "Yeah?"

I nodded with a smile. "Yeah."

From there, it didn't take long for my shirt to come off completely. My bra was the next to go. Zac's heated gaze never left my bare breasts even as he struggled to unbutton his white dress shirt. When he finally managed to shrug out of it, he stole my breath away. His tattoos. His piercings. He was so beautiful. My eyes drank in the inked-up expanse of his rippled chest, the ridges running through his rock hard abs, and the solid muscles that looked like that had been carved into his biceps.

Zac only gave me two seconds to admire him before diving on top of me again. We groped and pawed at each other like animals. My hands clung to his hard body as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We started dry humping. He rocked into me in short, controlled movements, and my hips rolled up to meet him as though drawn together by an invisible force. His hand began caressing my right breast, tenderly kneading the supple mound while he used his thumb and fingers to play with my nipple.

Zac took my other nipple into his mouth. I sighed with delight. His tongue swirled and lapped at the sensitive bead, alternating between hard, fast strokes and light, teasing ones. He traced my curves sensually with his tongue piercing, hard metal on creamy flesh. Every cell in my body felt so alive. Electric. Pleasure simmered down to my very core until every single one of my senses melted away. Wetness gathered between my thighs.

Whimpering with need, I dragged a hand across his back, around his waist, and inched my way further down, down, down. He moaned the second my fingers closed around his cock. His pants were still on, but he felt huge in my palm. Zac started grinding furiously into my firm grip. His breathing grew erratic, his movements became unchecked, and I sensed the tightness coiling throughout his body as he tried to slow down. His muscles were practically vibrating. A sheen of sweat glistened on his skin.

"I'm so sorry, but I can't keep doing this," he panted in a strained voice, "Either I take off my pants or we gotta stop. It's your call, but I'm dying over here."

"What?"

My brain was so far gone. Little more than a puddle of nerves, I could barely process what he was saying.

Zac chuckled awkwardly. "Baby, unless you wanna keep going, like, all the way, we need to take a little break. I need to calm the fuck down."

"Oh!" Understanding dawned on me. I was pretty sure that I wanted to have sex with Zac eventually but definitely not right this moment. STD's were probably a non-issue since we were both virgins, but there was no way I'd risk getting pregnant in high school without having all the proper protections in place. "Oh, yeah, um... let me put my clothes back on. Why don't you go sit over there? And, uh... I'll stay over here."

Zac gave me the evil eye. "Are you kicking me off of my own bed? And making me sit on the goddamn floor?"

"It's not my fault you don't own any other furniture."

He reached down to readjust his crotch. There was still a noticeable tent in his pants.

"Are you gonna be okay?" I asked from the bed, half in jest and half out of concern.

"I think I'll live," he replied sheepishly, "but, uh, out of curiosity... are you on the pill?"

I blushed bright red. It felt as though Zac had read my mind. "Why are you asking me that right now?"

"I just want us to be prepared, so, you know, whenever it happens, we'll be ready. I mean, I can use a condom, but I figured it might be safer if we did both."

The fact that he was considering all these factors made me so happy. For pride's sake, though, I scoffed and feigned offense, "What makes you so sure that I'm gonna let you sleep with me?"

"I'm not saying it has to happen anytime soon, I don't mind waiting," he explained in a hurry, "but, like, if you're gonna be my girlfriend, then it'll only be a matter of time, right?"

"I never said I was going to be your girlfriend!" I cried out even though I was slowly warming up to the idea.

"And I never said that I was gonna go along with your stupid plan," he deadpanned, "but here we are."

"Wait," I nearly stuttered, "Are you telling me that you wanna do this?"

"If by 'this' you mean, date you, then yes."

"No, dumbass, I'm talking about going after Lily and her dad!"

"You shouldn't call your boyfriend a 'dumbass.' It's not very nice."

I growled, "You're just doing this to piss me off, aren't you?"

"No," he insisted with a pointed look, "I'm doing this because I like you and you like me and I think we should be together."

Huh. His line of reasoning was sound. I frowned.

Could things really be that simple between us?

"If, and I'm only saying, if we were to start dating, what's gonna happen to us after you go back to New York?"

"We'll do the long distance thing until I find a way to come back."

"What if your mom won't let you?"

"I'll find a way to convince her. I mean, when my mom found out that I had lied about Spain, she wanted me to withdraw from Ashton Wellesley on the spot, but I still managed to persuade her into letting me stay. Right?"

"How did you manage to pull that one off, by the way?"

"I told her about the Sassy posts and threatened to turn myself in if she didn't agree."

"Damn," I muttered with a whistle. "You're savage."

"And so are you," he said. "That's why we belong together."

I smiled in spite of myself.

Why was he so fucking irresistible?

At this point, I was ready to sign up to be Zac's girlfriend, but I wasn't going to show my hand without making one last attempt to convince him to go along with my grand scheme to go after Lily's dad.

"How about this? We'll leave it up to Bea. If she can convince Lily to let us into her house, then we'll execute my plan, and you and I can start dating. I'll even get on the pill."

His eyes widened in surprise. "You wanna leave things up to chance? That doesn't sound like you, babygirl."

"I know," I agreed while pretending to inspect my nails, "but I'm trying to expand my horizons. Turn over a new leaf. I guess I recently realized that, sometimes, I can be a little... domineering. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let loose and go with the flow once in a while."

He snorted. "Only a little domineering?"

"Fine, I'm a fucking control freak! Are you happy, now?"

Zac grinned. "I'm very happy."

"So... what do you think? About letting Bea decide for us?"

"How confident do you feel about Bea's ability to convince Lily?"

"Bea's an evil mastermind in her own way. I'm actually quite confident in my sister."

His eyes softened as he suddenly reached over to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Fine. If you're down, then I'm down."

I smiled. My gamble had paid off. "Yeah?"

He smiled back."Yeah."