“You ever want to come check it out, door’sopen.”
“I’m sure itis.”
He didn’t respond to that. He didn’t get mad or defensive or argue. He didn’t crank up thetrying-to-fuck-hercharm.
“So let’s just be clear about this,” he said, in his low, dead-sexy voice. “I’m offering to share my bus with you. And you’re turning medown.”
I looked away. “I’m not turning you down, Zane. I have my ownbus.”
And we already talked about this… adnauseam.
He didn’t sayanything.
But he was so close to me now, there was nowhere for me to look to avoid his chiseled, gorgeous face, butdown… at his chiseled, gorgeous body. The Henley shirt, closeup, was thin, stretched over his sculpted muscles. The leather vest was narrow and open; I could see his left nipple and the piercing in it poking against the almost see-through white fabric. The shirt was haphazardly tucked into his jeans in one spot, the rest slopping out, but it definitely did nothing to cover the insane bulge in the front of hisjeans.
Was he already hard? I couldn’t exactly tell. Zane had a huge dick, and while he usually wore loose-fit jeans, these ones were prettysnug.
I didn’t want tostare.
I reallydidn’t.
But there was nowhere else to look. He waseverywhere.
Then his hand, suddenly, was on my face. Just lightly cupping my cheek, his warmth radiating intome.
I jerked back, startled, and butted up against the partition between the lounge and the driver’s seat. He’d cornered me—and as usual, I didn’t even notice it washappening.
The fact was, anytime Zane had gotten me alone he’d been able to cornerme.
And fuckme.
At least, since we’d beenmarried.
There were really only two reasons we hadn’t been fuckingdailysince our weddingnight.
One, he let me off the hook a lot. Stayed away when I asked him to. Respected my boundaries, for the mostpart.
And two, I’d managed to avoid him a hell of a lot. I’d worked my ass off to keep a physical distance between us, most of the time. Because I knew anytime he got me alone… it was only a matter oftime.
A few tense moments. A few hungry glances. A few heatedwords…
And it was allover.
He’d cornerme.
I’d somehow lethim.
And his giant dick would be inme.
Before I knew it I’d be halfway to my next screaming, scorching, mind-fuckingorgasm.
I allowed myself to look up into his waiting eyes… and a wave of longing rocked throughme.
I bit down on mytongue.
He stroked his thumb over my cheek, lightly, and over the corner of my mouth, tugging on my lip. I felt the urgent thud of my pulse between my legs, and I sucked back a breath. Then I held it, tight, like it was my life. Like if I let it go, I’ddie.
“We’re gonna get through this,” he told me, in a low, rough, almost-whisper. “Together,Maggie.”
