“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask her. “I don’t want to take advantage.”
“I’mtellingyou to.”
“You’re in distress.”
“I told you, I’m fine.”
“Are you lying?”
She shakes her head, squeezing my cock lightly over the fabric of my pants.
I grunt when she teases me with the tips of her fingers. “I’m trying to be a good guy here.”
“Maybe I don’t want a good guy.”
“Willow—”
“Kiss me again. Just like you did yesterday. You want to be a good guy? Then help make me feel good, Zane.”
I take her chin in my hand and dip down to crash my lips against hers.
Chapter 6
Willow
Zane is a force of nature.
He’s almost ferocious, ripping off my towel before picking me up like I weigh nothing at all. Zane kisses like he’s desperate for air, sucking on my bottom lip and searching my mouth with his tongue with such need that it’s almost overwhelming. Itisoverwhelming.
All at once, I’m surrounded by him. His hands have a mind of their own, gliding over my body like he’s committing every peak and valley to memory. We don’t even make it to the bedroom, too consumed with the idea of unraveling together to get farther than the living room.
He sets me down on the edge of the couch, kneeling before me on the carpet. My pussy throbs with wanton heat, so wet and ready it almost aches not to have him inside me. I rake my fingers through his hair, moaning against his lips when he moves down to suck on my nipples. The low growl that escapes him makes me wetter. Knowing he wants me, needs me, teetering on the brink of insanity for me arouses me to no end.
It’s almost unfair that he’s still completely clothed. I try to rip off his tie and undo his buttons, but I’m so excited and downright feral my fingers are reduced to a clumsy, unhelpful mess.
“Zane,” I whine. “Zane, take your shirt off. I want—”
He clasps his hand over my mouth, sucking a mark against the side of my breast. I whimper into his palm, my hips bucking involuntarily against him. “You listen to me very carefully, Willow,” he says, deliciously low and deep. “I’m going to take my time savoring your sweet little pussy. I won’t be rushed, do you understand?”
I let out a shaky breath and manage a nod.
“Good girl,” he hums before pressing a line of kisses down my belly and settles between my legs. He pushes my knees apart and licks his way up my inner thighs. When he finally licks a stripe up my folds, I can’t help but let out a scream of delight.
“Oh,God!”
“No God here, darling. Just me.” Zane licks his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good. I can’t wait to fuck this tight little body.”
“Z-Zane, wait,” I rasp. “There’s something you should know.”
“What is it, baby?”
For a brief moment, I contemplate not telling him. What if I ruin the mood? If I tell him, he might change his mind. My cousin Claire once told me men always get weird when they find out a girl is a virgin.
Zane grips my hips in his big hands, looking up at me patiently. “Well?” he prompts.
I swallow hard, my throat terribly dry. I should tell him. He needs to know. “I’ve never done this before.”
He pauses.I fully expect him to freak out when he gets my meaning, but he does no such thing. Instead, Zane licks his lips and smirks.