Page 101 of To Tango, with Desire

“Oh!” She looked down at me, cheeks flushed, fingers flying.

I could hear the slippery sound of her arousal, and I knew she was close.

“I think—oh my god, Zane, I’m gonna—”

She bowed back, shuddering, squeezing her legs together as she came a second time.

And before she could blink, I had her on her back.

“I can’t wait any longer, sweetheart.” I kissed her, loving the way she wrapped her legs around me. Loving the way she whispered dirty fucking words in my ear.

Loving—

Her.

My heart seized in my chest. I drew back, hard as fucking iron, still buried inside of her. She looked up at me and the whole world melted away.

“Zane?” As she brushed her fingers down my cheek, desire slammed into me anew.

Heart full, so fucking full, I pulled out of her, then drove back in.

Her moaning appreciation spurred me on. Over and over, I pulled out, rocking back inside of her every time with greater urgency.

Her temples were damp, her lips swollen, her body soft and encouraging beneath me. The soft squelching sounds of her arousal drove me wild.

“More, Zane. Deeper. Don’t tease me.”

Cursing now, I crushed her beneath me. Claiming her mouth, I gave her what she wanted. What we both desired.

I pounded into her with unrelenting rhythm, half-frenzied with my need.

No other man had touched her. The thought wrapped around my mind, clawing into my heart.

No other man.

“Tell me you want me.”

“Zane,” she gasped.

“Tell me I’m the only one.”

“There’s no one else. Never anyone else.” She panted, eyes glazed.

I could hear her getting wetter, and I pinned her hands above her head, sucking on her breasts, biting and swirling my tongue around her nipples, until I felt the trickling on my cock.

“Zane! Fuck!” And when she came again, gushing beneath me, I let go. She pulsed around my cock, and my orgasm, when it came, was so powerful I couldn’t breathe.

Gasping, I buried my head in her neck, the strength of my release leaving me hollow and yet somehow whole.

And my heart, the one that I’d been certain would never fall for another woman in this lifetime, landed at her feet.

TWENTY-SEVEN

AMIRA

Something had shifted between us. I’d known that having sex was going to change things, but I hadn’t expected it to bring us closer.

Ever since that night of the charity ball, Zane had been a different man. Or maybe I was different. I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it felt like he was revealing more about himself, showing me who he was, not in so many words but in his actions.