“Show me,” I whisper, and Zane exhales like I just knocked the air out of him.
His hands start moving slowly, sliding along my sides, over my back, learning my body even though he already knows it. He touches me like someone who understands I’m not fragile, but still treats me like I’m precious.
Zane lifts my shirt over my head and pauses. He looks at me. The silence stretches, and it’s reverent.
“Hi,” I say softly.
Zane’s mouth curves. “Hi.”
His fingertips trace the line of my shoulder, my arm, my waist.
“Tell me if I go too fast,” he says while he focuses on my body.
“You won’t,” I reply, and I mean it.
Zane kisses me again, one hand at the small of my back, pulling me closer until I sit on his lap. When I do, I can feel how much he wants me. The realization sends a warm rush through my chest, my stomach, everywhere at once.
I press my forehead against his. “I like that you’re not careful anymore,” I tell him.
“I am careful,” he replies quietly.
“With me.”
“Always with you.”
Zane’s hand slides lower, then back up again, like he’s reminding himself he’s allowed to be here. He’s allowed to want this. Allowed to want me.
I get up in front of him and grab his hand until he stands up. When he does, I lift his shirt and drop it to the floor. His body is incredible. I have dreamt of seeing it, but everything about him is perfection. I trace my fingers over the muscles on his chest and stomach. I can tell the movement is giving him goosebumps.
I look up and smile at him while I slowly lower my hands until I reach the edge of his pants. I undo them, and almost in slow motion, I unzip them.
I let his pants drop to the floor, and when I look, I can already see how hard he is through his boxers. I take off my pants as well and let them fall to the floor.
We are standing in front of each other in nothing but our underwear.
Zane’s hand slides into mine, fingers threading together as he leans closer.
“I want you,” Zane whispers, and I just about come undone. The words are like a fire to my soul.
I move my hand down to his boxers and touch him through the fabric. Zane sucks in a deep breath when I rub him.
“You’re driving me wild,” he says, and when he does, I touch harder.
“Good,” I smile.
Zane moves his hands to my back and undoes my bra in one swift move. I let it fall to the floor, on the pile of clothes already there.
I answer Zane’s move by slowly rolling down his boxers until they fall to the floor as well.
Zane is standing naked in front of me, and when I look down, I can’t help but blush. Everything about him is perfect.
I softly push Zane onto the bed, and he listens. He gets on the bed and leans on his elbows, never taking his eyes off me.
Slowly, I move my hands down my own body until I reach my thong. I grab the edge and take it off in front of him. Zane makes a grunting sound, almost animalistic.
I walk over to him, and he waits for me. I crawl onto the bed in front of him.
“My god, you are beautiful,” Zane whispers, and I chuckle.
