She cleared her throat. “Do you think we could maybe make it farther into the house this time?”
“Mm, baby, we can try.” He didn’t bother flipping on any lights. But he shocked her when he bent down and lifted her into his arms.
She gave a brief squeal as he headed down the hall, directly to her bedroom. He was familiar with the place. He’d been inside and helped her get settled when he’d brought her home after the car accident. But the man had an unbelievable memory because he didn’t lose her gaze as he made his way through the house and directly into her room.
In fact, he didn’t break eye contact as he approached her bed and then set her on her feet next to it. He was still staring as he tugged her shirt up and flung it behind him. Finally, he lowered his gaze to her chest. He gripped her waist with both hands and then stroked them up to cup her breasts, barely encased in the lace bra.
“God, you’re sexy.” He flicked his thumbs over her nipples and then dipped both index fingers under the top edge of pink lace to tease them some more.
Abby hitched her chest forward into his hands, her head falling back.
“Baby, look at me.” His voice was deep, commanding. She’d heard it before. Last night. It seemed to be reserved for dominance and the bedroom. Or perhaps those two things weren’t mutually exclusive.
She lowered her face to his.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “Please… Zane…” Her voice was weak, barely a whisper.
Zane reached behind her and popped her bra clasp.
Immediately she shivered as the lace fell away and he tossed it toward her shirt.
“Watch me, Abby.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant until he dipped his head again and fondled her breasts. She let her gaze follow his and was mesmerized by the way he cupped her and then squeezed. She went up on tiptoes when he grasped her nipples between his thumbs and pointers and pinched, just hard enough to shock her. Watching him learn her was heady. Her nipples stood at stiff points before he was done. Pink splotches spread across her chest.
“So responsive, baby. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.” The word came out on a breath.
Zane released her breasts to lower his hands to her jeans. With ease, he popped the button and lowered the zipper. And then he tugged the denim over her hips. He kneeled to pull off her sandals and then grasp the bottom of her jeans. Seconds later, he rose back to his full height, his fingers grazing up her body from her shins to her chest. “Your skin is flawless.”
“With the exception of multiple new scars.” She tried to smile, but he ignored her and continued to stare at her body until goose bumps rose across her skin.
He made lazy circles around her nipples, avoiding the tips. She would come without him touching her again if he kept up this languid pace.
Abby reached for his shirt, wanting to see his chest and even the playing field. She also wanted to explore his tattoos close up. What she’d seen in the cage had made her crave a closer inspection.
“Hands at your sides, baby.”
Abby paused a second, her hands on his T-shirt. She took a breath.
“Hands at your sides, Abby,” he repeated.
New moisture flooded her pussy. She released his shirt on a whimper.
“That’s a girl. Let me direct, baby. I promise you’ll like the results.”
She already liked the results. And she wanted him to speed up the process.
Zane took a step back, releasing her to pull his shirt over his chest and drop it on the floor.
Lord, his pecs were huge. Firm. Not an ounce of fat on this guy. The intricate designs inked on his body suited him perfectly. She lifted her fingers to explore his chest when he shook his head. “Hands, Abby.”
She dropped them to her sides, but shifted her weight, fidgeting at the command. Her desire to stroke his skin increased. Why didn’t he want her to touch him?
“Good girl.” He reached for the sides of her thong and lowered the scrap of material to the floor.
She lifted her feet one at a time to step out. One second later, she was on her back on the bed, and Zane had a hold of her thighs.
He spread them wide with his huge palms, his gaze landing on her pussy. He stared for so long, she squirmed. It was so fucking sexy the way he looked at her, but unnerving at the same time. “Stay still,” he admonished.
She didn’t think she could, but she tried. She’d groomed this morning in anticipation of sleeping with him, but had she done a good enough job? She felt like he was judging her work. Would he find the small strip of hair she kept trimmed sexy? Or maybe he didn’t like a shaved woman.
Zane hesitated. “I just tossed you on your ass. Did I hurt you?” He winced.
She shook her head, wiggling her butt against the bed. “No. The wound is almost healed. I barely notice it.”
“Good.” Zane lifted his gaze to hers. He closed his eyes for a second and exhaled. “I want to remember this moment. The first time I laid eyes on you.” And then he met her gaze again. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” While he spoke, he moved his hands closer to her center, still holding her open, but inching to her core. Without looking down, he stroked one finger through her lower lips. “So smooth.” And then his head dipped back down and he explored her further, gradually drawing out her moisture to circle her pussy, her lower lips, and finally her clit.
Abby bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. She shot so close to an orgasm in such quick order her mind was spinning. When his finger danced over her clit, she bucked upward.
Zane removed his touch. He released her legs and stepped back.
She lifted her head to look at him.
Zane unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them and his underwear off his body. His fucking fine body. His cock bobbed in front of him. Thick and long and delicious.
Abby licked her dry lips, hoping she would get a chance to taste him before the night was over. He’d said again, and again, and again. She prayed he wasn’t exaggerating. It would take that many agains to get him out of her system this first night.
Before Zane dropped his jeans, he reached in the back pocket and pulled out a condom. He set it on the bed next to her. How many did he have on him? Hopefully more than the one, because protection wasn’t something she kept lying around the house. She hadn’t been with a man for a while and certainly not since she’d moved.
“There’s more,” he stated as though he read her mind. “And there’s always a box in the truck.”
She flushed.
“Now,” he said, “I’m going to give you a choice. Don’t get used to it because it won’t happen often. But I want to make this first time exactly how you envision it.” He stroked his hand up his cock from the base to the tip and then back down.
Abby watched him, scooting back on the bed, hoping if she made room for him…
“I’ll learn quickly what you like, what gets you off, baby. But while I’m gathering that information, I need a little help.”
She lifted her face to him. What was he talking about? She took deep breaths, her eyes glazing over.
Zane’s face changed from serious to smiling. “Baby, you don’t give a fuck how I take you as long as I do, do you?”
She shook her head. “Please, Zane.”
“Scoot back farther, baby.” He came toward her, climbing onto the bed as she squirmed to back up. Her legs came together in the effort, and she waited, anticipating his frame coming over her. Fast or slow, hard or gentle, she didn’t care. She just wanted him over her.
But Zane had other ideas. He never made it that far. He stopped before he hovered over the top of her. Instead, he grasped her thighs again, spread them wide, and before she realized his intentions, he lowered his mouth to her pussy and stroked his tongue through her folds.
Abby screamed. Her legs struggled against him involuntarily, but he held her steady.
And then he did it again. Without the initial shock, his stro
ke wasn’t as intense, but her vision clouded. She reached forward to grab his head, weaving her fingers into his hair. She couldn’t take more. She would come any second, and she really wanted him to be inside her when she came.
Zane was relentless, though. He didn’t climb up her body as she willed him. He sucked her clit into his mouth and then pinched it gently between his teeth.
“Zane,” she yelled, her hands either pushing or pulling on his scalp. She didn’t know which.
He didn’t acknowledge her, neither her word nor her grip. Instead he sucked again and then released her clit and dipped his tongue inside her.
Abby dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her torso, or tried to. His grip was firm.
She was so close. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, he stopped. He tilted his face up. “Put your hands over your head, baby.”
She didn’t register his request at first. And then she caught on and released his head. Her hands lifted, but she held them in front of her for a moment, unable to give them the proper command.
“Set them over your head, baby.” He waited. His voice was patient.
She dropped them beside her ears. It felt strange, not participating in this game. But it was also sexy as hell. Her thighs quivered where his fingers gripped them.
“What do you need, Abby?”
She swallowed. Huh?
“Abby, tell me what you need, baby.”
“To come. Please.”
“I want to swallow the first one. Okay?”
Now he asks? She nodded.
He ducked his head again and went at her like a starving man, sucking and licking every inch of her skin. When he tugged her clit back between his lips and set his teeth on the little bundle of nerves, she shattered. Her pussy and clit spasmed, the pulsing continuing for longer than she’d ever experienced, even last night alone in this bed with her vibrator.
Zane didn’t let up just because she came. He gentled his strokes, but kept his tongue engaged with her pussy.
Finally, she winced and he released her. “Gorgeous.”
She stared at him. Stunned. Generally, in her experience, men didn’t enjoy going down on women with quite the level of obvious desire Zane exuded.
He climbed up her body, his mouth trailing kisses up her belly until he sucked a nipple between his lips. He lapped at the distended tip over and over, and then he switched to the other one. By the time he was done torturing her nipples, she was fully aroused again.
He crawled up the rest of the way until he faced her, and then he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips, but she didn’t care. It was intoxicating the way he worked her over.
When he broke the kiss, he muttered against her lips, “You good, baby?”
“Better than.”
He smiled, reached down to grab the condom, and then kneeled between her legs to rip it open with his teeth. In seconds, he had it out of the package and rolled onto his cock. When he slid back over her body, he smoothed his hands up her arms and held them higher above her head, his fingers entwined with hers. He set his forehead against hers. “Eyes on me, baby.”
She met his gaze, finding it difficult to concentrate with his body pressing her into the bed and his cock lodged at her entrance. She wanted him inside her with renewed urgency.
Zane held her gaze while he pressed forward, languidly, as though he wanted to savor every second.
Abby wished he would thrust hard and fast, but he wasn’t having it. And besides, the slow torture might have been even better. Her walls parted for him, every nerve ending alert to the sensation. And then he gave her the last few inches, plunging deep until he was fully seated.
A long moan escaped her lips, or maybe his. Probably both. She blinked. His gaze was still on hers, but his face was tense.
Zane pulled partway out and thrust back in hard. His hands gripped hers tighter. And he definitely groaned that time. “Abby… Jesus…” His head slid to the pillow beside her, his lips landing on her neck as he continued to pound into her, rougher now that the initial entry was over.
She loved it. He was all-consuming. The way he held her body against the bed made her lose control. Every time her clit hit the base of his cock, she rose higher. She lifted her knees to plant her feet alongside his hips, needing the traction, bracing herself for every thrust, arching her ass off the bed to get the best contact.
When she wrapped her legs around his torso, he lifted his face and smirked, shaking his head, but he didn’t say a word. In fact, he tipped his head back and opened his mouth, “Come with me, baby.”
Abby closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation at her core. She was close.
“No, Abby. Come.” His command made the hard ball in her belly burst. He plunged deep and held himself firmly against her clit. And she shattered for the second time, her channel gripping Zane’s cock as he followed right behind her, his grunt filling the room, echoing off the walls as she pulsed around him.
Zane held steady as they both came down. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, his brow furrowed, his look intense. He released her hands and caressed one down her arm to cup her face. He looked like he was about to say something. His lips parted, but then he closed them and let his face relax. A smile spread slowly, easing her tension. She was dying to know what all was going on is his head, but decided to keep quiet and wait for him to speak.
Finally, Zane pulled out of her slowly, eased the condom off his cock, and wrapped it in a tissue. He flopped onto his back next to her, dragging her body so her chest pressed into his side. He even tugged her top knee until it rested between his legs.
Abby set her palm on his firm chest. Her cheek lay on his shoulder. She could see his tats, and she traced a finger around the outer edge of the large claw on his bicep.
Zane’s breaths slowed gradually until he took a long deep inhale and blew it out. He squeezed her shoulders with his arm wrapped around her. “You’re amazing.”
She grinned against his chest. Those weren’t difficult words to hear. “You’re not bad yourself,” she added against his pecs.
Suddenly Zane flipped her to her back again and leaned over her from his side. Every time he made eye contact, she found herself holding her breath. He was that intense. “Baby, I need to tell you something.”
She hesitated. This couldn’t be good. Nothing good ever came from “I need to tell you something.” And she’d just had the best sex of her life. She bit her lip between her teeth and stared at him, fighting the panic welling inside her.
His face grew more serious as he let his gaze roam all over hers. “You’re mine.”
What? She released her lip, and her mouth fell open.
“You’re mine,” he repeated as his lips lowered to meet hers. He kissed her briefly and then muttered some more, “Mine, baby.” He angled over her farther, his forearm landing on the other side of her head as he suffocated her with his presence.
She couldn’t speak. She’d had two glorious orgasms, and her pussy already jumped to attention. She should be ticked he spoke to her like that, claiming her. Demanding what he wanted. Instead, her body betrayed her, accepting and celebrating his announcement.
“I’m gonna get cleaned up, baby. Be right back.” He lifted off her and padded to her adjoining bathroom.
She listened as the sink ran and he moved around in her space. She didn’t move. She was both sated and once again needy, but there was no way she could lift a limb at that point.
She knew one thing for sure.
She wanted to be his. She wasn’t entirely sure what he meant with his proclamation, but she wanted it.
Chapter Twelve
Zane stepped back into the room carrying a warm washcloth. He’d needed the moments alone to pull himself together, but now he needed Abby’s body pressed against him even more. His two-minute absence hadn’t changed that.
When he reached her side, she stared up at him, her face unreadable. She hadn’t spoken, bu
t that was okay. He hadn’t expected her to react to his words. It was essentially their second date. Men didn’t usually lay their cards out like that so soon. It was dangerous.
But Zane didn’t play those games.
He knew what he wanted. And he wanted Abby. She needed to know his intentions up front. He would give her anything in the world. But after the last few days, he knew she was perfect just the way she was. If she had needed vanilla, he would have given it to her. But she fell somewhere in between. And Zane had the confidence they could dip their feet into both worlds and be beyond happy.
He spread her legs farther apart and cleaned her up. She reached for the cloth to do it herself, but he set her hand aside. “Let me, baby,” he muttered. He could feel her gaze on the top of his head as he wiped her pussy. She winced when he brushed over her clit. Sensitive.
He set the cloth on the bedside table and climbed up beside her again, drawing the covers over them and pulling her shivering frame into his warmth. He kissed the top of her head as she relaxed and snuggled into his embrace, her front to his chest, her head resting on his arm.
He made lazy strokes across her back until she shuddered, a small giggle escaping her lips.
“Tickles,” she whispered.
He smiled at the top of her head and held her tighter. Eventually her breaths slowed and he knew she was asleep. In his arms. In his life. He’d never been more content.
Abby Burns had rocked his world, and he intended to keep her.
With that thought, he closed his eyes and let sleep drag him under with her.
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He was having the best dream ever. He was warm and relaxed in bed, and the hottest dream woman was stroking her palms down his torso. When they met his turgid cock, he moaned but willed himself not to wake up yet. No man alive wanted to wake up from a wet dream like this one.
Suddenly, the scene changed and she was farther down his body, her dainty palm grasping his cock, her tongue licking through the slit on the head. The fucking best dream…
And then her mouth engulfed him, sucking him deep and sending every blood cell in his body to his dick. He fought against nature to remain asleep and not miss the ending, but he was losing. When the woman drew off and let his cock fall out of her mouth with a pop, he could feel himself surfacing. The second she sucked him back in, deeper and firmer than the first time, his eyes shot open.
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