Zane’s face stayed hard. I gulped.
“Although she did make a beetroot chocolate cake once, and it wasn’t half bad. But the whole point of eating chocolate cake is to indulge, so putting beetroot in it kind of defeats the purpose—beetroot is hardly decadent. It’s healthy. You don’t eat cake to be healthy, you eat it to be naughty,” I babbled.
More silence. And the withering glare. If I wasn’t mistaken something changed in that glare; I swear if I didn’t know better, it was desire. But I did know better and this dude definitely hated me, so I had to blow this popsicle stand. He had given me enough eye candy to take back to my vibrator, sans the glare.
“Well, anyway, I don’t want to keep you from—” I glanced down at his chest again. Bad move. I snapped my head back up. “Whatever it is you’re doing. I am just here under Lexie’s orders to deliver the cake.”
I thrust the plate up at him, using it as a sort of glare shield, letting out a breath of relief that I had finished my clumsy and embarrassing explanation. Apparently the embarrassment portion of this exchange was yet to be concluded. Zane did not take the plate; his fists stayed clenched at his sides and his eyes burned into mine. We simmered in the heated silence, me still extending the cake.
“Um, I know you might not like me, for whatever reason but my kid seems to be mighty fond of you. Because of this, if I don’t deliver this cake I’ll face her wrath, which I’m sure you don’t give two shards about. But it will also hurt her feelings, and I’d do anything to avoid that happening, so I’m afraid I can’t leave this spot until you take the cake,” I declared, pointing with my finger at the ground on which I stood. “So unless you want me to take up residence on your doorstep….” I continued, only to be cut off by Zane snatching the cake out of my hands.
I relaxed. Finally.
“Thanks. Now I’ll leave you alone and never darken your door again,” I promised, not eager to repeat this experience again, no matter how nice the view was.
I was turning to leave when he snatched my wrist and yanked my body to his, dropping the cake to the ground. I barely noticed it clatter but not smash.
“What…?”
I didn’t get past the shocked shriek as I was plastered against his hard naked torso and his mouth latched to mine.
I let him in, thanks to shock more than anything else. Of all the things I expected Zane to do, kiss me was not one. Shoot me, maybe. Running me over with his car also featured on the list in my mind. Playing tonsil hockey appeared nowhere on this list.
So I was shocked at the rough, desperate plundering his tongue did as strong arms locked me in place. I wasn’t shocked at the sharp flame of arousal that flew through my stomach and dampened my panties at his touch.
I vaguely heard the door slam shut, but I was mostly focused on keeping upright, staying conscious as he ruthlessly fucked my mouth with his tongue. I kissed him back, matching his frenzied intensity. This wasn’t tender, wasn’t soft or coaxing. This was brutal, carnal. I didn’t have time to think about where this had come from, why a man who pretty much hated me had suddenly pounced. I could barely think at all. Him, his touch, his strong body against mine was what saturated my senses and consumed my mind.
He slammed me against a wall; I moaned into his mouth and circled my leg around his hip, yanking his body closer to mine. One of his hands groped my ass, kneading it, pressing my core against his hard length. The other cupped my breast roughly, tweaking my nipple through the material of my dress.
His mouth was suddenly gone from mine and he pulled my dress down roughly, the cup of my bra going with it. His mouth was on my bare skin, sucking my nipple, grazing it with his teeth.
I cried out, cupping his head with my hands. My clit pulsed and pressure built between my legs. If he kept this up I was going to come purely from his mouth on my nipple.
“Zane,” I moaned, needing him inside me.
Cool air tickled my breast as his mouth left it.
Furious black eyes met mine and his stare was animal need mixed with human fury. “Shut the fuck up,” he commanded roughly, almost cruelly.
The harsh, cold command did not dampen the white hot arousal coursing through every part of me; it only made me burn hotter, caused my panties to dampen even further.
His mouth latched onto mine with even more fury than before; his callused hands yanked up my dress, ripping at my panties. I barely registered him tearing at the flimsy lace. I was too busy frantically fumbling with his jeans, desperate to yank them off so I could get his hard length inside me. I felt like I was going insane with need. He growled in my mouth as I slipped my hand in, making contact with his pulsing cock. My hands lost their purchase as he pushed them out of the way so he could free himself fully.
Without warning he was there, inside me, filling me. I gasped at the intrusion, and at the lightning bolt of pleasure that came with his touch. Zane’s grip tightened on my ass as he lifted me and slammed me against the wall once more, my legs wrapping around his hips. Another hand moved to circle my neck tightly and his forehead crashed against mine, his mouth inches away.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his black eyes that were burning with hunger, need, danger. Our gazes stayed locked together as he began to pound into me. I cried out as he brutally fucked me against the wall, loving every second. My nails raked against his bare back, his hiss of pleasure as I broke the skin bringing me closer to the brink.