He stuns me completely by curling his hand around my cheek and pulling to me for a kiss. His soft lips send me flying, the way he presses them gently into mine is phenomenal. The kiss is even better than last night, there’s something even more special about it. Maybe it’s because it isn’t hurried, and it definitely can’t be construed as a reaction to anything. This is simply us expressing our feelings for one another.
“Should we talk about what’s going on here?” he asks me quietly.
“I don’t know, should we…” I shrug, all coy now. “Or should we just enjoy it?”
“Are you okay with that? I don’t want to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”
God, this is amazing, of course I’m comfortable with it. I just don’t know if talking is a good idea because we’ll end up having to cover things with Jeremy and I don’t want to talk about him right now.
“I want this.” I tug him closer to me. “Trust me, I know what I want here.”
“Good.” His eyes run all over my face. “That’s all I need to hear.”
He rises from his chair and then holds out his hands towards me. I take it, happily and willingly allowing him to pull me up too. Then he pulls me back to him and we kiss once more.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me, Nova. I just want you to be happy.”
“You do.” I nod encouragingly. “You do make me feel happy…you have no idea.”
I fall back against the wall and the kiss intensifies. His hands work up into my hair and mine run up and down the length of his back. We take the time to touch each other all over and I love exploring his body. His muscles leave me gasping, panting, desperate for more. I need to feel him inside me again.
Spur of the moment, I slide my back down the wall, pinned between Zane and the hardness behind me. I grip his thighs as I fall to the ground, glad to be trapped in this sexy trap, it makes my entire body throb with need. As I fiddle with the zip on his trousers, Zane’s hands slap against the wall above me.
“Oh, Nova.” His voice rasps with need. “You’re killing me here.”
His erection springs free, almost knocking against my cheek. I can’t help but groan gleefully. From this angle, he looks even bigger than I remember which is a very pleasant surprise. I grip him between my fingers, holding him for a moment before I slowly glide my hand up and down his thick length.
“Nova.” His face contorts in pleasure with each movement. “Oh, that feels so good.”
My other hand almost reaches between my legs to touch my own slick heat. I’m pulsing, needy, gagging for him. But before I do that and lose my head, I blow a hot breath down his length to test the waters. Again, he calls out my name, seducing me, torturing me because he isn’t inside me yet.
I can’t hold back anymore, my mouth is full of saliva, I desperately need to taste him. I wrap my lips tightly around him and suck him all the way into the back of my throat. He tastes salty and sweet, it’s delicious.
As I drag my lips up and down him, he feels more mine than ever before.
“Oh, fuck, this is too much. This is too much…”
He knots his fingers up in my hair and guides my rhythm. I flicked my tongue all over him, which judging by the agonizing grunts that fly out of his mouth, he likes. I love causing that sound, I adore him desiring me.
“No, stop…” he eventually pulls me off him. “I can’t… I want to…”
I would be frustrated, but he doesn’t give me a moment. He scoops me up into his arms and he carries me into his kitchen. He sits me back on the table where we ate meal just few moments before. My thighs part, inviting him inside, and he presses his thick erection against my panties.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growls with his hand protectively on the back of my neck. His eyes flash with thick desire, it creates powerful butterflies. “You drive me crazy. You’re just so… perfect.”
“Perfect?” I scoff. “Not a chance in hell. I’m the furthest thing from it.”
“To me, you are.”
I kind of see it. He really seems to feel that way which is crazy. This is a whirlwind, we’re caught up in something so powerful that it whips like crazy around us. It’s out of our control, but we don’t want to control it. I’m more than happy to just go with it and it seems that Zane is too. Regardless of the consequences.
His fingers curl around the waistband of my panties and he yanks them down, grazing the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs as he does. I squeal desperately, shuddering with need.
Zane’s mouth connects with my throat, his tip teases my entrance, but it isn’t enough. I arch my back, trying to roll my hips towards him, needing every damn inch of him.
“I need you,” I beg while clawing at him back. “Don’t tease me, I can’t handle it.”
“You need me? God, it feels good to hear you say that.”