As for Zane, he was obviously willing to fight for the things that were important to him. And for whatever reason, this seemed to include me. My voice softened. "You're not always a prick."
"Yeah?" He reached up and pulled me back into his arms. "Well don't tell anyone."
His body felt hard and warm against mine. I couldn't help but say, "Speaking of pricks…"
"Yeah?"
I almost giggled. "Have you ever had sex on this rug?"
Chapter 72
He pulled back to gaze into my eyes. "Not yet."
"Well, don't you think you should?"
"That depends," he said.
"Oh what?"
His lips curved into a wicked smile. "If you don't mind rug burn on your ass."
I stifled a giggle. "Well, maybe I'd be on top. And you'd get the burnt ass."
"Or maybe," he said, "I could take your sweet ass upstairs and make you forget this rug ever existed."
My breath caught. That sounded really good. "Come to think of it," I said, "I've always hated this rug."
"Yeah?" He was still smiling. "Say the word, and I'll burn it."
"You wouldn’t."
His voice was nearly a caress. "I would if it made you happy."
The truth was, I actually believed him. And I might've told him so, if only he didn't, just then, get to his feet and pull me up with him. "Come on," he said, leading me toward the main stairway. "Let's pick out our bedroom."
"Our bedroom?"
"Well, yeah," he said. "If you think I'm letting you leave this place, you're crazy."
Whether he was kidding or not, his enthusiasm was contagious, and together, we bounded up the stairs like two college kids on Spring Break.
Embarrassingly, we never made it past the very first bedroom where, after glimpsing its luxurious bathroom, I suddenly recalled that I'd been promised a shower – with him.
And this is where we found ourselves two minutes later, naked and lathered as the steaming water cascaded down from multiple shower heads on both sides.
Zane's hair was wet, and his body was glistening. As far as his hands, those wonderful hands, they were slippery with soap as they ran slowly up and down my body, lathering my breasts, my back, my stomach, my legs, and everywhere in between.
As for my hands, they had some serious exploring of their own to do, and I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by.
He'd been my own personal fantasy for longer than I'd been willing to admit, even in the deepest, darkest parts of the night, when he'd been haunting my dreams with fantasies like the reality in front of me now.
He was undeniably beautiful, with his sculpted body and perfect face. And yet, that wasn't why I'd fallen for him. It was his inner beauty – hidden like a treasure reserved for the cherished few who claimed a special place in his heart.
Did this include me? It sure seemed like it. If so, this made me the luckiest girl in the whole world.
I couldn’t help but smile as I ran my soapy hands along his back and down his ass, loving the feel of his hard muscles shifting in time with the motions of his own hands, which were, even now, caressing me to distraction.
More eager than ever, I reached for the soap again and lathered my hands until they were overflowing with white, scented foam. After returning the soap to its holder, I reached out, washing his chest with both of my hands – loving the feel of his pecs, hard and firm, under my smooth fingers.
Through all of this, my eyes were exploring too – relishing the sight of his body, his face, and best of all, his eyes, filled with an expression that looked a lot like love.
And then, he spoke. "Jane?"
"Hmmmmm?"
His hands had returned to my breasts. His palms were cupping them while his fingers captured the nipples, giving them a tender, maddening squeeze that sent a warm tingle all the way to my toes.
His voice was quiet and sincere. "You're made for me. You know that, right?"
I did know that, and yet, I swear, I would've been thrilled to hear it a million times over. I gave him a secret smile. "And you're made for me."
"Got that right."
I ran my own hands lower, skimming my fingers along his rock-hard abs before reaching for his length. He was massively hard in my soapy grip, and I gave his erection a tender squeeze, and then a long, smooth stroke, followed by another.
In front of me, Zane closed his eyes and gave a muffled moan that blended so sweetly with the sound of the water cascading over our naked bodies.
I tightened my grip, loving the feel of him, the sound of him, the look of him, especially when he smiled in a way that was almost sweet.
At any other time, I might have laughed at the very idea. Zane Bennington, sweet?
And yet, being with him was the sweetest thing I'd ever known, especially a few minutes later when we tumbled, wet and eager, from the shower onto the four-poster bed.
I felt clean and warm and so very desperate to have him inside me. At that moment, I might've even been willing to beg him, but happily, I didn't have to. When his body claimed mine, I felt full and complete in a way I never would've thought possible.
I drifted off, happy and sated, in the quiet afternoon, only to wake however long later to see Zane propped up beside me, gazing at me with an expression that made me smile all over again.
I couldn’t help but ask, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking of the first time I saw you." He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear. "I noticed you right away, you know."
"At the party?" I had to laugh. "It would be hard not to notice me, considering that you caught me eavesdropping."
"Maybe. But that wasn't the first time I saw you."
"It wasn't?"
"No. I saw you from an upper window."
"You did? When?"
"That afternoon, when you were playing with the dogs."
At first, I didn't get what he meant, but then, I realized. "Oh, my God. You mean when I was throwing those stupid meatballs?"
"Yeah," he said. "It amused the hell out of me."
"Well, if that amused you, I can only imagine how funny it was to find me in some van." I nuzzled closer. "Admit it. You hated me."
"I didn't hate you," he said, "but I was suspicious."
"Why?" I had to laugh. "Just because you caught me hiding out in the dark?"
"No. Because you were just my type."
"Oh, stop it," I said. "I was not."
"Wanna bet?" He ran a warm hand along my hip. "In fact, you were so exactly my type, I figured it had to be a setup."
"Seriously?" I laughed against his bare chest. "So you thought I was a spy or something?"
"No." A smile crept into his voice. "I thought you were trouble."
"Me?" I couldn't help but scoff. "Compared to you, I'm an angel."
"Yeah." His voice softened. "You are."
Of course, I knew this wasn't true, but it was sweet to hear just the same. "Well, I'm glad you think so."
"And, as long as I'm confessing," he said, "I was happy as hell that your house got smashed."
I made a move to pull back. "Wait, what?"
"I'm not kidding," he said, refusing to let go. "If I had an ax, I'd have chopped that tree down myself."
I shouldn’t have laughed, but it struck me as incredibly funny. "It wasn't smashed," I said. "It was squashed."
"Smashed, squashed, same difference to me. I'm just pissed I didn't think of it myself."
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's gotta find a new place."
"So don't."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, don't go."
I snuggled tighter against him. At the moment, I wasn't sure I could go anywhere, even if I wanted to.
And I didn't want to.
Still, there was something I wanted to know before I lost my nerve. I pulled back to study his face. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Was there ever anything between
you and Kayla?"
"Hell no."
I wasn't surprised, but I was curious. "But if that's the case, why didn't you deny it? To Teddy, I mean?"
"I did deny it."
"You did not. I was there, remember?"
"On the plane?" he said. "Well yeah. By then, I'd already denied it a dozen times. That stuff gets old fast."
On this, I could totally relate. After all, Teddy was still convinced that I was "boning" Professor Lumberjack. From now on, I decided, I'd take Zane's approach and let Teddy think whatever he wanted – because heaven knows, he would, anyway.
Tentatively, I asked, "And what about all those models?"
"What about them?"
"Well, you dated a whole bunch of them."
"Yeah. I did. But you wanna know the truth?"
Bracing myself, I nodded.
"Stuff like that? Well, that gets old, too."
"So what happened?" I asked. "You got tired of them?
"No." His gaze met mine. "I fell in love."
My breath caught. "Oh?"
"And after that?" He shook his head. "I didn't want anyone else. Just her." His voice grew soft and tender. "And only her."
"Her?"
He gave a slow nod. "Jane?"
Suddenly, I felt almost too breathless to speak. "What?"
"I love you."
"Really?"
He laughed. "Is that such a surprise?"
Yes.
And no.
Either way, it was wonderful to hear. I felt a mischievous smile tug at my lips. "Well, as long as we're confessing…"
"Yeah?"
I almost giggled. "I'm pretty sure I love you, too."
He lifted a single eyebrow. "Pretty sure, huh?"
"All right. More than pretty sure. Actually…" I gazed deep into his eyes and confessed the undeniable truth. "I love you, Zane Bennington."
He flashed me a sudden grin. "You'd better."
I smiled back. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Because I've got a question."
"What?"
"Will you marry me?"
And just like that, the world stopped spinning. After a long, wonderful moment, I asked, "Is that a serious question?"
He looked absolutely sincere. "What do you think?"
I gave a happy laugh. "I think you're crazy."
"Got that right. And you wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because I've waited too long already."
"For what?"
His voice was very quiet. "For you."
I was so overwhelmed, I could hardly breathe. "I know exactly what you mean."
"Yeah?"
I nodded. "Oh yeah."
"So, is that a yes?"
I knew it was beyond crazy. I knew that only a month ago, I thought I hated him. I knew that Zane was foul-mouthed, stubborn, and yes, at times, a total prick.
But I knew other things, too. Topping that list? I loved him, and he was positively perfect exactly the way he was.
I gave a happy nod and said the word that would change everything. "Yes."
He pulled me close and kissed me like I'd just given him the world on a silver platter. But in reality, it was him giving me everything I never realized I wanted.
It was official. I was positively pricked – and always would be.
Epilogue
Just three months later, Zane and I were married in the same place where we'd first met – back when I'd been a lowly catering assistant and he'd been, well, Zane Bennington, the biggest prick on the planet, who also happened to have the biggest heart in the universe, at least when it came to me.
The day after his impromptu proposal, we were back in New York City, where he picked out the biggest diamond I'd ever seen and proposed all over again at midnight in Times Square.
We spent half a week there, taking in the sights all over again, this time with two furry companions and a whole bunch of doggie bags. We spent the remainder of that week back in Indianapolis, entertaining my parents and Charlotte, who grew to love Zane nearly as much as I did.
Soon, I learned a whole lot more about those awful meetings – the ones I'd attended during my short stint as Zane's employee.
Turns out, those original contracts had been drawn up by who else, but Bob, who'd written the fine print so craftily that the hotels ended up paying inflated prices while Bob netted some sweet kickbacks on the side.
But those days are long-gone. Today, Bob and Kayla are on the talk-show circuit, where they tell anyone who will listen how Zane screwed them out of what they truly deserved.
No one's buying it, not even Teddy, who's found love all over again, this time with a girl who loves him back with a ferocity that's just a little bit scary.
Teddy's officially our neighbor now, living in the same house that Zane's grandfather had wanted him to have all along. We're no longer worried about Teddy keeping the place, because his new fiancée is ten times more aggressive than Kayla on her worst day.
The fiancée's name? Paisley.
Yup, my former roommate.
In the end, she gave up the lumberjack life for good, in favor of something ten times better – her own personal knight in shining armor who loves her just the way she is.
Heaven help him.
As far as our wedding, it was attended by everyone I loved and at least one person I didn't. That person was Tiffany, who showed up on the arm of the lieutenant governor, a guy with even larger political aspirations than Senator Grabby-Ass, who's currently cooling his heels in a sex addict clinic for repeat offenders.
The footage of Zane dragging the senator never did show up on the news, and it wasn't until a few weeks afterward that I finally learned why. The guys had, in fact, sold the footage for a pretty penny. But the buyer was a certain somebody who preferred to keep that particular incident just between us – along with yes, a dozen other witnesses who saw the spectacle in person.
As for me, I'm the newest member of the Mile High Club – and not only because I've had sex at fifty-thousand feet. No, I'm a mile high because with Zane, every day is a walk in the clouds, and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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nbsp; Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Epilogue
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