“Fuck, I’m there.” Zane started pounding into me as he raced toward the finish line with me. “Let go with me, Andi.”
And I did.
My body spasmed around him as I exploded for the second time that night, crying out his name as he groaned into my neck and went still before collapsing on top of me. That position lasted for only a second before he slid his arms underneath mine and rolled us to where I was splayed out on top of him. My head was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it started to slow and even out into its normal rhythm.
“I never knew it could be like that,” I said, draping my arm around his waist as I drew in a settling breath. “I really do like kissing you…” I paused and weighed my words. “But I think I like making love with you even more.”
A silent laugh shook his chest as his fingertips skated up and down my spine. “I like making love with you, too.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart. “Would it make me sound like a desperate woman if I said I’dreally like to do that as many more times as we could before passing out from sheer exhaustion?”
Another laugh shook his chest, this one deep and gravelly as he took my chin and tilted my face so we could look at each other. “If that makes you a desperate woman, then that makes me a desperate man because I was secretly hoping the same thing.” Hooking his hands under my arms, he pulled me farther up his body and adjusted me so I was straddling his hips. He then shot me a look that was pure devious. “I’ve been dying for those horseback riding lessons to pay off.”
A shocked gasp fell past my lips as I swatted at his chest. “Zane McKade, you did not,” I said, laughing around the words.
“Oh I did,” he replied playfully, sitting up to kiss me, and kiss me again, fanning those flames back to a roar. And a short while later, when I sank onto him with a whimpering groan and rode him while he handed out praise after praise, I realized something.
I wasn’t just halfway in love with Zane McKade, I was helplessly and hopelessly and maddeningly in love with him. And when my body shuddered around him and he followed right behind…I almost told him.
Almost.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Andi
“That dayyou almost ran me over…”
I swatted at the arm looped around my belly.
“What?”Zane’s deeply amused voice vibrated against my ear, sending a prickle of goosebumps all down the right side of my body.
We were sprawled out on his porch swing, me swimming in a borrowed pearl snap shirt and him in a pair of jeans he hadn’t even bothered to button up, watching the sunrise as it crested over the horizon. My back was pressed up against his firm, shirtless chest as I lay there tucked between his legs—one stretched out along the length of the backrest of the swing and the other bent so he could rest his bare foot on the porch boards, gently rocking us from side to side.
“I didnotalmost run you over.”
“I beg to differ.”
My lips twisted. “What’s your question, cowboy?”
A beat passed, then another as we swayed to a chorus of morning birds chirping from one of the many trees scattered throughout the backyard.
“Why were you going to Heaven?” he murmured. “I mean, Iknow whyyou were going there but…what made you choose to go there instead of…anywhere else?”
The tips of my fingers skated along his forearm—wrist to elbow, again and again. “Truthfully?” I drew in a breath. Held it. And I meant to release it slowly, but it came out in a soft, embarrassed laugh. “Spiritual intervention.”
The porch swing stilled as I felt him shift behind me, like he was angling himself to get a glimpse of my face—more than likely trying to determine if I was joking or serious. I didn’t move to help him with that. Just kept my eyes on the sliver of orange sun peaking over the tree line in the distance.
“I’m gonna need you to explain that one to me,” he said, settling behind me and setting the swing into motion again.
“Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?”
“No more crazy than I already think you are for denying you almost ran me over.”
I swatted his arm again and his rumbly laugh brushed against my ear.
“Jerk,” I teased softly and went back to skating my fingertips up and down his arm. “I chose Heaven because of my mom.”
“Was she from there or…?”
