I melt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I sink my fingers into his hair. It feels silky, full, and rich, and I can’t help but moan at the delicious feel of his mouth against mine.
Then he pulls away, but not far. He’s still close enough that I can feel his breath on my face.
He rubs the tip of his nose against me, his hands sliding reverently along my arms, leaving a hot trail across my skin.
I reach out for him, splaying my palms over his chest. His muscles feel rock hard beneath my palms, warm and…alive. Then I reach for his face, running my fingers across his cheekbones, along his jaw and lips… I can’t see anything in the pitch darkness of the room, but maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I can get a mental image of what he really looks like.
But then he catches my hand in his and places a kiss on the inside of my palm, and I immediately lose my train of thought.
“I can’t believe you’re here,“ I whisper, my voice husky with emotion. “Are you real?”
“I am, Georgia.”
The way he says my name…the sound of his deep sexy voice… Heat washes over me, creating a pool in the area between my thighs.
“Touch me, Zane,” I say, brushing my thumb over his lower lip. “I want to feel you.”
Zane reaches behind me, and in one simple tug, my dress comes undone. Gently, he slides the dress off my shoulders, and it pools at my feet. My bra goes next. I stand there in the darkness, breathing shakily as he undresses me, and when I’m finally completely naked, he steps away from me.
For a moment, I’m surrounded only by the sounds of our uneven breathing. It’s only when he pulls me against him that I realize he’s also naked.
My heart jumps, my body heating furiously at the contact.
“Ah, Georgia…
His voice throbs with emotion, making my eyes sting.
He pulls me closer, enough for the tips of my breasts to touch his chest, sending a sudden rush of sensation through my body.
And it suddenly hits me… This is different—it’s different from talking to him over the camera as he watches me touch myself.
This is the real deal.
His mouth finds my neck, trailing a path down to my shoulder, my chest, and before I know it his lips close over my breast, sending another electrified shock through my entire body.
I gasp out loud, subconsciously pushing his head away. Another gasp escapes me as the reality of what I did dawns on me.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I…I…” I trail off with a defeated sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous, and I’ve never done this before… It feels unreal having you here in the flesh, it hasn’t really sunk in.”
The words rush out so fast it sounds like gibberish. I let out a shaky breath, dropping my head as embarrassment flushes through me.
But Zane grips my chin, his touch strong yet gentle. He tips my face up until I’m looking into the shadow of his, and for a brief frustrating moment, I wonder what color his eyes are…and what it’d be like to get lost in their depths.
“We don’t have to do this yet, little mouse,” he says, his voice dragging me back to the moment. “I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
I start to shake my head. “No,” I say, swallowing nervously. “I–I’m ready. I want you to be my first, Zane.”
He pulls me closer, a possessive growl ripping through him. “No, Georgia… I’m your first and only.”
Why can’t I see your face then?
The question is just on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say it out loud in case it ruins the moment, instead I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my body firmly against his as I capture his lips.
His deep answering moan vibrates through me as his arms come around my waist, pulling me closer toward him. His body feels warm against mine, his muscles hard against the softness of my breast. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my fingers in his hair. His tongue rubs against my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I gladly offer. My tongue mirrors his strokes as his hands trail down my sides, down my butt, and to my thighs.
I slide my hand down his shoulder, to his back, buttocks—everywhere my hands can reach. Some parts of his skin feel uneven, rough to the touch, and I can tell they’re scars… He hasn’t told me much about his life, but I suspect he’s a man with a turbulent history.
I wonder if the scars are the reason he’s hiding in the darkness…
