And Zane covered her hand with his own.
She couldn’t help but smile. She felt like she had a boyfriend, maybe the first real guy in her life ever.
He opened the cottage door and she thought it was perfect. The furniture was oversized and the doorways tall enough to accommodate Zane’s large frame.
The moment he shut the door, however, he caught her arm and pulled her against him. The kiss that followed, with his tongue pummeling her mouth, made her knees weak.
He slid an arm beneath her bottom, pi
cked her up, then carried her into the bedroom. With a smile, he tossed her onto the king-sized bed.
She bounced more than once, laughing.
But he didn’t try to engage right away. Instead, he stripped off his coat and shirt then sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed and started working on his boots.
She slid quickly off the bed and hurried to him, stopping his hand before he could unzip. “Wait. Let me.” She dropped to her knees in front of him.
His Guard coat already sat on the floor, so she wasn’t hampered at all as she slid her fingers between the top of the thigh boot and Zane’s leathers.
He groaned as she rubbed up and down.
“I love the uniform you men wear.” She drifted her hand over his zipper and found he was aroused. She took her time, spreading her hands over both thighs, rimming the tops of the boots, enjoying the powerful feel of his muscles. Slowly, she unzipped each.
“You can take it from here,” she said. “I’ll just watch.”
She rose and pulled off her sweater as he removed both boots, stood up and unzipped his leathers.
Her gaze became fixed to his fingers and the slow unveiling of what was beautifully swollen. She paused in removing the rest of her clothes because she was transfixed.
He chuckled softly as he got rid of his pants and shirt and finally stood naked before her. He had a hand on his cock, holding it from beneath so she could get a good look.
“I’m going to shower,” he said. “How ‘bout you join me?”
“Uh-huh.”
When he moved into the bathroom, she stumbled over herself getting rid of her bra, shoes, jeans and panties. She then hurried after him. Again, she applauded Regan’s foresight in prepping at least one of her cottages for a big man. The shower heads were all high enough so that Zane didn’t have to bend down to get under them.
He let the water flow down his long hair.
She used another one and did the same. Her chest had already sprouted a full V-shaped ruff of fur as well as the line across her abdomen.
Smiling down at her, he took his cock in hand once more, thumbing the crown, teasing and tempting her. She responded in kind by massaging both her breasts. The groan that left Zane’s mouth made her clench deep between her legs.
She drew close and pressed herself up against him. He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her. She took the hint and wrapped her legs around his waist. He adjusted her position so that he found her well and began to push inside.
Holding onto his shoulders, she savored his expression as he began to pump, his lips parted, nostrils flaring. “Sweet Goddess, you feel good, Olivia.”
“Back atcha.” The diamond winked at her and she leaned in to take his earlobe in her mouth. The softness of his skin combined with the rough feel of the diamond against her tongue was exactly what she’d hoped. Her hips arched as she moaned.
His hips pumped steadily, his arms holding her tight. He flexed his thick pecs against her breasts and she returned the favor.
She shifted to the other side of his throat, licking a line over the dagger then she opened her mouth wide and held him with her teeth. She growled softly.
He pumped faster. Desire rose and with the water beating on her skin, pleasure washed over her in waves.
Faster, she murmured within his mind.
He turned her slowly toward the wall. She held tight to his throat. When he had her back pressed up against the tile of the shower wall, he moved his hips like lightening.