Zane doesn’t respond, but a gruff sound rumbles in the back of his throat. “Oh my God. You did! God, it’s hot. So hot. Don’t do it again. It’s confusing.”
“How the hell are you drunk right now, Blair? We were just talking.”
“I’m not drunk. I can’t be.”
“Fuck. Are you on medication?”
“What? No.” I shake my head until I’m dizzy again and pause. “Like I said… I’m not usually a drinker.”
“When was the last time you drank this much?”
“The night you took me to your hotel.”
“Shit. And before that?”
“It’s been years.” I smile innocently, biting my lip as I stare at him.
“Dammit, Blair.” Zane runs a hand down his face, his torn expression confusing me.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me, please,” I beg, pleading with my eyes, knowing he can’t usually resist that look.
“You’re killing me. You know that. We’re supposed to be having a serious conversation, but you keep looking at me like you want me and I fucking want you too. I wish we could play pretend and forget life for a while.”
“And do what?”
“What do you think?” His lips pull into a sly smile before he shakes his head and laughs. “Oh, B, what am I going to do with you?” His eyes bore into mine and it renders me speechless.
I’m not even sure he realizes the intensity of his gaze right now, but the way he’s staring at me is only making me more nervous, and I itch to reach for the vodka again.
He’s always made me feel wanted, and today is no exception. But do I want him too? Am I really giving him that look?
My body heats and I break out in goose bumps, my mind conjuring images of what it would be like to have Zane inside me. It’s something I thought about many times when I was younger, and too many times since.
But I shouldn’t be thinking about it now. I shouldn’t be thinking about him leaning forward and—
“Christ, Blair. Stop.” Zane slams his eyes shut, cursing under his breath.
I shake off my thoughts, groaning softly. “I think I’ve lost my mind.”
I move to stand up when Zane opens his eyes, pulling me into him, curling an arm around me before softly raking a hand through my hair. “You’re not the only one, B. We’re in this together.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Zane
My heart stops as Blair stares up at me, her cheeks flushed, her usually neat curls messed up from my fingers. Her beauty never ceases to amaze me.
It takes all the strength I have to let her go. But I do. Because while she may not be drunk, she’s definitely on her way there.
Her lips part, and my hands curl into fists as I watch the pink hue from her cheeks guiding a path down her neck and her chest, disappearing under the sexy pajamas I now regret insisting she wear.
She bites her lip again, and her chest rises as she inhales a deep breath. “You smell so good,” she whispers, and I can’t help but smile.
“How about you lie down while I go and get you some water”—I pause—“and Tylenol. Your head is going to ache come morning.”
