My fingers were still locked with his as he drew lazy circles around me, and the connection almost made it feel like…like I was touching myself. Heat rose to my cheeks at just the thought, but something else mingled with that sudden shy and almost embarrassed feeling. This—having my fingers laced with Zane’s while he stroked me—wasreallyfucking hot.
“I’d really like to have you just like this.” His groan against my neck sent goosebumps skittering down my body. “Right here on my porch swing.” The tip of his middle finger dipped inside me, and I gasped as the action made the backs of my own fingers brush over my sensitive flesh. “Just the thought of you sinking down on me as you ride me reverse cowgirl is making me harder by the second.” He went back to circling my clit and scattering open-mouthed kisses along my neck. “Can I have you like this, Andi?”
“Yesss,” I hissed on a low moan as my stomach muscles flinched and tensed with each teasing stroke against that bundle of nerves.
I felt him grin against my skin as he slowly slid his hand away from my breast. He gently tapped my hip, signaling for me to stand up. “Let me grab a condom?—”
“I have an IUD.”
Zane went still beneath me, both hands locked around my hips with the intent to guide me off of him so he could go in the house and retrieve protection…but, God help me, I just wanted to feelhim.
“What are you sayin’?”
“I’m saying…” I leaned back into him and twisted to press a kiss to his jaw. “You know everything about me now, and I…I don’t want anything else between us.”
“Are you sure?”
“So sure,” I mewed and pressed another kiss to his jaw. “I just want to feelyou, Zane.” I reached for his hips, tucking my thumbs in the waistline of his jeans. “Now, slide these down, cowboy.”
I drew up onto my knees, lifting just enough for him to push those worn jeans down to mid-thigh. His erection pressed against my backside, and once he was settled back against the swing I reached between my legs for him—lining his cock upwith my opening and slowly lowering myself onto him as a wanton moan grew in my throat. I panted as I worked my way down his length, growing a little nervous with this position because he felt…bigger.
“I think I’m gonna need you to touch me,” I breathed, knowing all too well from very recent experience how quickly my body turned into molten lava under his talented fingers—and right now I needed that because I was tense. Too tense.
“Gimme your hand.”
“What?”
“Your hand,” he said again, peeling it away from where I’d been gripping onto the arm of the swing for dear life and linking our fingers as he brought our joined hands between my legs.
“Zane, what?—”
He unlinked our fingers and rested his hand over mine, guiding my own fingers over my clit and drawing a shocked gasp from my lips.
“I can touch you if you want me to,” he said, working his fingers over my own as pleasure coiled in my abdomen. “Or you can take back some of that control that was stolen from you.” His other hand stroked down my spine, producing a ripple effect that rolled throughout me and collided with that pleasure coil. “Take what you want, Andi.” His hand slowly slid away from mine, locking around my hip. My fingers kept moving. “Take what you need.” A tremor worked its way throughout my body as I whimpered his name and started to move my hips in tandem with my strokes. “You’re in complete control here, princess.”
And I was. Finally, I was.
I was in control of my body.
In control of my own pleasure.
In control of my own happiness.
In control of…my entirelife.
But as fire and goosebumps raced over my skin, I wasreallyglad I’d had control over my car all those weeks ago and swerved just in time to avoid running over the man who’d show me how losing control could feel a lot like taking it back.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Zane
If the restof my days started out with Andi in my arms, I’d die a happy man.
The thought hit me like that sunrise we’d watched this morning—slow and warm—as it crept into those darkened parts of my heart and lit me up from the inside out.Shelit me up from the inside out.
I’d gotten a taste of it last weekend when I’d woken up with her curled into me and around me—a sort of…blissful feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time. But waking up with herthismorning? Shit, I didn’t know how to describe it because it wasn’t just blissful. It was more than that.Somuch more.
Between all the things we did last night and this morning, I’d had more than just a taste and was fully convinced that my hunger for her would never be satisfied. But that hunger wasn’t limited to just wanting more of her body. It was wanting more of…all of this.
