The sensations only got more intense when his other hand slipped out of her hair and teased its way under the hem of her T-shirt, warm fingertips tracing up and down her back, toying with the strap of her bra when they weren’t moving along the ridges of her spine and shoulder blades. Then, just when she thought she might go mad from how good those simple touches felt, Zane moved his right hand around to her front, pulling her shirt up to tease those magical fingers along her belly button, her ribs, and her stomach.
She was practically hyperventilating by the time he reached her breasts, her nipples screaming for attention, even with the soft material of her bra in the way. Zane didn’t disappoint. His strong fingers found her already-hardened nipple and squeezed it to an even stiffer point.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” she said hoarsely, breaking their kiss to bury her face in the curve of his neck, breathing in the combination of Zane’s masculine scent mixed with the leather of his jacket.
He chuckled as he tweaked her nipple even harder before moving over to its neighbor and doing the same. “If the scent you’re putting off right now is any indication, I’m guessing it feels nearly orgasmic.”
Before she could ask what the hell he’d meant by that, she realized he was right. All this grinding and teasing had her on the edge of coming. He was so hot she was ready to explode before she even got her clothes off.
She closed her eyes, grinding her hips even harder, pushing herself those last few inches toward the precipice, when Zane suddenly stood, making her yelp in alarm and completely ruining her chances to come. Her legs went around his hips out of pure survival instinct, even as she felt his right hand come down and cup her ass protectively to make sure she didn’t fall as he carried her toward the bed.
“You do realize I was close to something kind of important there, right?” she complained against his chest as he walked.
Zane laughed softly, the sound making her shiver in a completely different way than his growls had. “I was aware. But the first time you fall apart for me, I’d prefer if you were completely naked. I’m kind of visual that way.”
She started to respond, but her mouth snapped closed as Zane’s words finally filtered through.The first time you fall apart for me.Multiple orgasms were on the menu? Yes, please!
Alyssa was about to ask him how many climaxes he planned on giving her—purely out of academic interest, of course—when Zane dumped her onto the cushy bed, distracting her. By the time she got her head working again, her shoes, jeans, and T-shirt were already halfway across the room and the sexy man in front of her was working fast to get himself naked, too.
She lay back in her bra and panties, taking in the scene as he slipped out of his leather jacket and T-shirt, then shoved his jeans down and kicked them aside.Daaaaammn!His chest was the stuff of fantasies. It was all she could do not to jump up and run her hands all over those lusciously sculpted muscles. Then there were his rock-hard abs. Seriously, she could wash her clothes on them—if she was interested in washing her clothes at that moment, which she wasn’t.
She lifted her gaze to his chest again, paying more attention to the tattoo on his left pec that she’d barely glanced at before. Although, now she was focused on it, she didn’t know how she’d missed it. The head of a fierce-looking wolf withS.W.A.T.in bold letters above it, the ink was truly a work of art.
Some part of her wondered if the wolf was the team’s mascot or whether there was more significance to it than that. She’d figure that out later…much later. When they weren’t naked. Or nearly naked.
Alyssa bit her lower lip as he reached for the waistband of his underwear. She should probably be getting her own undies off right then, but she couldn’t. She was too focused on the big reveal. And if the sizable bulge in his underwear was any indication, the big reveal was definitely going to be…big.
“This is probably the absolute worst time to mention this,” he said, hesitating with his fingers hooked in his boxer briefs. “But I’m not carrying any condoms on me. I’m praying you have some?”
Alyssa smiled and pointed at the inside of her left upper arm. “Long-term birth control implant. Between my lack of social life and FBI-mandated semiannual physicals, I can promise I’m clean. You?”
He returned her smile as he pointed at his injured arm. “The doc has been testing my blood nonstop for months. I’m very clean.”
She considered that for a moment, going with her instincts on this one before motioning down toward his midsection and everything he was hiding down there. “Given our recent histories and my birth-control implant, I think we’re safe. So, please, feel free to carry on with what you were doing.”
The smolder he threw her way was enough to make her panties sticky—if they weren’t already. Then he slowly pushed his briefs down over his hard-on, dropping them to the floor and leaving her feeling like she’d won the lottery. She did her best not to stare and completely failed. His cock was as well built and mouthwateringly perfect as the rest of him.
Alyssa was up on her knees and wiggling toward the edge of the bed before she took another breath, eager to get her hands on all of him…not just his cock. She wasn’t that shallow. As he approached the bed, a rational part of her mind attempted to point out there were about a million and one reasons she shouldn’t be doing this. But the nonrational part of her mind—the one being run by her sex drive—decided to disregard all that.
Zane pulled her into his arms when he got close enough, and she moaned at the feeling of all that warm skin next to hers. He let out a groan as her hand sought out his cock and she wrapped her fingers around it. That part of his body was warm, too. Not to mention firm…and throbbing.
She was so caught up in masculine yumminess she barely noticed when her bra dropped away. But then his palms cupped her breasts and she couldn’t help noticing he had big hands. She shuddered as his strong fingertips began to roll and tweak her nipples at the same time his mouth moved down to her neck to lick and nibble at the sensitive skin there.
“Harder,” she whispered, almost embarrassed when she realized she’d said the words out loud.
Zane chuckled against her neck, a spectacular sensation on its own “Do what harder? Squeeze or bite?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, too far gone to care about minor details like that.
He let out another warm laugh against her neck, but then gave her exactly what she asked for, his fingertips squeezing her nipples so firmly she hissed out loud…but in a good way. Then his teeth closed down on the skin of her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark but definitely hard enough to feel it.
Oh yeah, she really liked that.
Alyssa wasn’t sure how it happened—magic maybe—but she ended up on her back with Zane nibbling and licking his way down her body, paying special attention to every tingly erogenous zone along his travels south. And while her nipples were definitely two of those tingly spots, she was shocked at how many others he found. It turned out the crease right under each of her breasts was incredibly sensitive, especially when a man with a tongue as sinful as his traced warm, wet lines back and forth along each.
There were more nibbles and bites as he worked his way down her abs, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching down to weave her fingers in his dark, silky hair to stop him when he reached her belly button. “Oh, yes. Right there!”
Zane chuckled, his lips soft against the ticklish skin of her stomach, and she realized how much she loved the sound of his laugh. In a crazy way, it was as arousing as his growls…or even his love bites.
