Page 99 of To Tango, with Desire

“Zane?”

I swallowed, heart pounding. I didn’t know what the hell was happening. Something inside of me was breaking or building and either way, I knew it was her fault.

This stunning, strong woman was going to ruin me.

And I was ready for my downfall.

“I want you, Amira. I want to pleasure you. To taste you.”

“Then touch me. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

I knelt, whipping up evening gown. In less than a second, I ripped off her underwear, parted her thighs, and feasted.

“Holy shit!” She bucked against me, her fingers buried in my hair.

She was soft and sweet and getting wetter with every stroke. I licked and sucked like a man possessed. Every moan propelled me further, every plea turning me on. And I didn’t stop, not when she called out my name, not when she begged for more. Not even when her breathing hitched and her legs stiffened. I didn’t stop until she lost total control, coming with my name on her lips, digging those nails into my skull as she rocked her pussy on my mouth.

But still, I wasn’t satisfied. I knew nothing would sate this hunger, that I would burn for her for eternity. This woman. My wife.

I watched as she sank to the floor. The straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders; her eyes were dazed.

“Wow.” Amira sighed, shoving back a strand of hair off her face.

I stood, hands on my waist, breathing deep. I’d need a million cold showers to calm down.

The thought of burying myself inside of her kept playing in a loop in my brain. I pressed my palms into my eyes, trying to rid myself of the image. But it was there, taunting me.

I shoved off my shoes and socks, unbuttoning my jacket and shirt with unsteady fingers. I’d just slipped out of them, tossing them on the bed, when I heard her voice, soft and low, across the room.

“I want you, Zane.”

Whipping around, I stared at her. She was standing there, totally naked. And the sight of it was so arousing, I almost forgot how to fucking breathe. She was perfection. Soft, heavy breasts, deliciously curved hips, and legs that I wanted wrapped around me as I pounded inside that warm heat.

“Amira?”

“I want to have sex with you. All the way.”

I held myself very still. I would shatter if I moved a muscle.

“Are you—”

“Yes.” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

I didn’t.

In three strides, I was before her, and the sensation of her breasts against my chest made me groan. One thought pounded through my brain. This woman is my everything, and I never want to let her go.

“I don’t know if I can do slow, Amira. I don’t—”

I feasted on her neck, biting up to her earlobe then back down again. I loved to hear her sigh, to feel the way she grew pliant and soft against me.

“I don’t want you to.”

Like a match to the flame, I burned.

Tugging at the waistband of my trousers, she led me to the foot of the bed. Wasting no time, she slipped my belt off, then undressed me. The moment she put her fingers around my cock, I knew I was no longer in charge. She could do anything to me and I wouldn’t deny her.

“Do you like this?”