She didn’t unbutton her jeans. Instead, she held his gaze and slid her hands beneath her breasts and rubbed her nipples. His lips parted and a heavy groan left his mouth.
He moved swiftly, grabbing her and pulling her toward him. With the sheer strength of his arms, he held her above him, positioning her so he could take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked greedily, tugging all the while and she loved it.
She moaned, her back arching when he sucked harder. “Zane,” she whispered.
He shifted her again, pushing her away, his voice rough and commanding as he said, “Get out of those jeans. Now.”
She couldn’t remember moving quite so fast in her life as she rose up, kicked off her shoes, then unzipped and stripped.
She climbed on top of him right after, streaming from her well. She wasted no time, but impaled herself on his cock. He responded with slow curls of his hips as he pushed his way inside. And it felt so good.
She rocked over him, the motion pulling on his cock.
He caught her shoulders, dragging her down to him. He kissed her hard, his hips rocking and pulsing, catching her just right.
Zane, I’ve wanted this. I hated all those women because I wanted you for myself.
I wish I’d known. I would’ve offered.
I would have accepted. She drew back just a little. “But don’t think this means anything. I know you’re a player and it’s okay with me. No strings.”
His brows rose. “You sure? This feels like so much more than a one-nighter.”
“I’m not a relationship kind of woman. Thought you should know.”
The features of his face relaxed. “Then we’ll get along just fine.”
She nodded and arched her hips, which caused the most beautiful expression to pass over his face. He looked as though he was in pain, but she knew it was the opposite. She felt the same way.
Suddenly, he rose up and grabbed hold of her, flipping her onto her back. He’d stayed connected, only now he was plunging into her, moving fast.
She cried out. She was so ready.
He leaned close and she shifted her head to the side, knowing what he wanted. “Take from me.”
He licked the side of her neck, helping the vein to rise for him. She felt so laden, so ready for him to drink, her chest heavy with need.
When he struck, she cried out again, her well tightening around his cock. It wouldn’t take much to come, especially because he was sucking her throat. The feel of her blood leaving her body, feeding him, added to the fire between her legs.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out.
He grunted and moved his hips faster, drinking all the while.
The dual sensations of his hips and his mouth at her neck took her on a long, exquisite ride straight up to the pinnacle. She flew over as pleasure gripped her, pulsing as he moved. Upward, the sensation flowed until her chest felt encased in fire.
Suddenly, he drew off her neck and roared. The sight of him, full of passion, sent her flying toward ecstasy a second time. As he moved into her, she came with him again, her own cries joining the guttural sounds that left his throat.
After a time, when the wave passed, he settled his forearms on either side of her and rested his body against hers.
Her arms fell away, her fingers playing in the sand. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so good.
“That was wonderful,” she said. “Just what I needed.” For some reason, her throat grew very tight, aching in a strange way that brought tears to her eyes. She wasn’t a woman given to weeping, never had been. But something about being with Zane had gotten to her, striking a chord deep inside her that both moved and frightened her. Was he right? Was this more than a one-night anything?
His gaze strayed to her chest. “Your ruff and the sexy fur across your lower abdomen still hasn’t gone away.”
His comment eased her back from her sudden fears and concerns. She responded in kind. “I know. Some of it just stays with me, and when it leaves, it doesn’t take much for it to reappear. I can get excited about a cooking show and suddenly I have fur on the backs of my hands.”
He smiled and kissed her. “Thank you for the sex and your blood.” He got a funny look on his face.