“We should have had more of these,” he whispers. “We should have had a lifetime.”
His lips brush mine, gently at first until he increases the pressure, his hand tugging on my braid, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.
I moan longingly, because while he’s kissing me now, it’ll never make up for all that we missed.
My grip on his shirt tightens along with his hold on my hair, and when he tugs again, I gasp. A shiver runs through me as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, and when he groans in relief, I get it. I feel the same.
We begin softly, slow and explorative until the energy shifts along with our fervor, morphing into a mix of desperation and need. Zane sucks on my lip, while my hands roam his body. He groans; I gasp. He squeezes my breast, and I buck against him, the new sensation and force of his kiss sending me stumbling backward.
Zane puts his hand out, softening my fall seconds before I hit the wall, his body crowding me in.
“Falling for me, Little B?” he whispers against my lips, his curling into a smile.
“Never,” I lie, my voice breathy, when what I should really be saying is…I never stopped.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Zane
Blair’s soft lips electrify me as my body throbs with desire, but when she bucks against me for the fifth time, I reluctantly pull away, my breaths ragged.
“We have to stop.”
“What?” She stares up at me, her eyes wide as her lids flutter.
“I heard what you said earlier. Well, texted. Either way, you wanted time, and I’m going to give it to you.”
“But you’re here?” She bites back a smirk, and it takes everything in my power not to replace her teeth with mine.
“I’m here because I want to be. But I’m still going to respect your wishes.”
“What if I’ve changed my mind?”
“Prove it.”
Blair wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, pressing her lips to my mouth.
She tastes delectable today, like my favorite flavor of ice cream—strawberry; I think it’s her gloss and it’s fucking intoxicating—but instead of sucking her lips to savor it, I do the opposite and pull away again.
“For my sake, I am going to regret this for the rest of my life, but for yours… that’s not the proof I need.”
“What?” Blair frowns, confused. “Do you want me to strip or drop to my knees and—”
“Fuck.” I cup her mouth so she’ll stop filling me with visuals, when this is already hard enough. I’m not used to doing the right thing, and it fucking sucks. “I want to see the list, B.”
“The list?”
“Come on, you know what I’m talking about. I want your pros and cons list. If you were worried, and now you’re not, then it means you worked through your concerns and—”
Blair’s lips part as she takes in a sharp breath, momentarily distracting me. She’s so beautiful when she gets all flustered like this. I almost forgot that I had this effect on her.
“My lists?”
“Oh, B. We’ve had this conversation before. I remember everything about you. So… where’s the list?”
“I don’t have one. And I’m confused because I don’t remember specifically telling you about my lists.”
“You didn’t have to. I saw it with my own eyes. Several times.”
