She couldn’t hide her smile at the request disguised as simple, but meaning so much more. She forced her voice to stay steady. “Yes.”
He kissed her cheek, the light touch lingering for a moment before he was gone again.
Time ticked away, feeling exaggerated in the artificial darkness. The mattress shifted with a new weight, and her heart leapt into her throat, expectation screaming through every inch of her.
Zane’s hands slid up her leg, hooked under her knee, and brought her foot to rest on the bed, so one leg was propped, the other still reclined like the rest of her. Skin brushed her extended leg. She assumed he was straddling her.
He slid his fingers along her slit, nudging the edge of her opening but not going farther. She gasped in pleasure when the head of his cock followed the same path, but didn’t slide inside, and then he pushed in from behind, driving deep into her before pulling almost all the way out again.
He thrust back inside her, hips slapping her butt as his rhythm increased. One hand gripped her knee, the other holding her hip as he plunged into her repeatedly. Her climax built again, rushing in fast, and she gasped as she came, clenching around his shaft and riding the long orgasm as he pounded hard and fast.
His breathing shifted to sharp grunts, and she knew he was close too. His rhythm became more frantic, rising to a heated pace before slowing and stopping.
She lay there, listening to their mingled breathing, focused on him still buried in her. He kissed the top of her knee, lips lingering on her skin, before unwinding himself from her legs.
With a few gentle tugs, the scarf fell away from her wrists. She arched her back, loosening up her shoulders.
“You’re okay, right?” His voice was close, heavy with concern and still breathless.
She smiled big. “I’m absolutely fantastic.”
He chuckled, and the mattress shifted again. Seconds later, the blindfold fell away. She blinked at the sudden light, glad it wasn’t brighter.
He lay next to her, propped up on one elbow, raking his gaze over her face. “You’re absolutely amazing.”
She flushed and ducked her head. He rested a finger under her chin and pulled her face back up. He kissed her hard, crushing his lips against hers, holding her in place and stealing her breath.
They broke apart, and she shifted on the bed, burying her forehead against his chest. “I’m definitely completely, totally, and madly in love with you.”
He trailed his fingers through her hair. “Ditto.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Riley drummed her fingerson the plastic table and resisted the urge to check her phone for the fifty-millionth time in thirty seconds. Where was he? Steam had stopped rising from the coffee cups in front of her—one untouched and one mostly drained—at least half an hour ago.
It had been two weeks since they told each otherI love you, and the rush of knowing he felt the same still hadn’t worn off. She didn’t know that it ever would. He’d all but moved in since. He grumbled this morning about having to go to work for the first time in forever, but she could tell he loved the idea.