“You have no idea what you do to me,” Zane murmurs, more under his breath, like it wasn’t meant for my ears.
As if my mind has stopped working entirely, I can only focus on the way he cages me against the bed, stirring every temptation in me, regardless of how dangerous. The moment his fingers brush beneath the hem of my shirt, toying with the waistband of the relaxed joggers I have on, everything in me comes to life.
A shaky breath escapes me as I grip his shoulders. “Don’t tease me.”
Something gleams in his eyes then, looking like satisfaction and raw need. He huffs a breath before lowering his mouth to my neck. “You always push your luck.”
I scoff, but any real fight dissolves in me the moment his fingers drift lower, finally putting pressure against my heat. My breath hitches, and I feel every slight spark he elicits. Immediately, I melt into it, needing more.
“Zane…”
“I know,” he murmurs, less teasing and a bit more serious now as he slowly feels me through the material. He almost perks up in a way, like the reality of what we’re doing has set in, but he isn’t willing to stop.
When a soft moan passes my lips, getting lost in the subtle friction, Zane grunts to himself and nips at my neck.
“You’re so ready for me, and all we did was kiss,” he says, fingers moving slowly against me through my panties, finding how turned on I am for him.
“Shut up,” I mutter, a little embarrassed now as I try to avert my gaze.
Before I can fully, he grabs my jaw in a deliberate, yet gentle hold and returns my eyes to his before murmuring against my lips, “Not even close.”
The urge to snap back at him rises, but his mouth smothers it immediately in a deep, demanding kiss. I moan into it without meaning to, and he almost preens from it, spurring me on with his touch.
Everything in me feels like it’s on fire, and all sense is completely gone now. All I can think about is him and the addictive things he’s making me feel.
Then, like something has switched on inside him, he breaks the kiss and withdraws his hand.
“Lift your hips,” Zane directs me, already reaching for the waistband of both my pants and underwear.
Without hesitation, I do, allowing him to guide the material down my legs while my heart pounds in anticipation.
My skin flushes as he undresses me quickly, like he’s barely holding out long enough not to lose his mind. The moment I’m exposed to him, he’s on me, kissing down my chest, my abdomen, then he settles between my thighs.
I barely have enough time to process it before he’s gripping both legs from underneath and lowering himself.
Caught between my thighs now, Zane gives in and presses his mouth to me, making me squirm immediately.
My breath hitches at the direct contact with nothing between us now, back arching instinctively from the flood of sensations that overwhelm me at once. One hand grips thesheets beneath me while the other finds his hair again, pulling faintly as he works me over.
I pant quietly, pinned in place by his hands, all the while he uses his lips and tongue to caress me with such sure movements that I can’t think straight.
Heat goes straight to my core, and I roll my hips without meaning to, but Zane only groans against me and dives deeper like he can’t get enough.
He clouds my mind, feeling me and searching for every reaction that he seems to chase, working harder each time I moan for him. Focusing on my clit, his fingers return to me, and with care, he slowly eases them inside me.
A full-body shudder hits me at the added sensation, and I writhe, unable to escape the barrage of pleasure he gives me, as if he already knows exactly what I need.
Cursing under his breath at the way I respond, he focuses, committing himself fully to making me feel a way I never have before.
Without any warning, that familiar build-up of energy in my gut pulses before it releases, and stars blur behind my eyes as I hit the precipice, clenching around his fingers with a shudder that tears through me, leaving me dazed and panting.
Zane groans when I fall apart for him, slowing his pace while he coasts me through it until I start to calm down again. Only then does he pull back, leaving small kisses in his wake that feel far too tender after everything.
When I catch my breath enough to regain my bearings, I look up at him, still a bit dazed, but even hungrier than before. We stare at each other for a beat, then he’s on me again, mouth devouring mine.
Fully surrendering to the heat and built-up tension, we reach for what remains of each other’s clothes, pulling and pushing until we’re bare and so close to losing our minds.
Despite the undertone of frustration that has gotten us to this point, Zane hesitates just long enough to murmur against the corner of my mouth. “Are you sure?”
