Chapter Twenty-Seven
THE DRIVE BACK to the hotel was a blur of passionate kisses at every stoplight and wishing he could magically transport them there.
Never in his life had Zander wanted anyone as badly as he wanted the woman kissing him like she never wanted to stop as they stumbled into their suite.
Their clothes were drenched from the falls, and his mind was three steps ahead as he kicked the door closed behind them.
He wanted to strip her naked, taste every inch of her, feel her writhe and whimper as she came on his mouth, hands, and cock.
But as they made out like they’d never get another chance, something else tugged at him.
He hadn’t been with a woman in months, and he hadn’t wanted to be with, or even look at, another woman since he’d met Shauna.
That was new and a little fucking scary.
Fighting against those feelings as much as he wanted to give in to them, he tried to chase them away, taking the kiss deeper.
Her mouth was sweet and hot and she was so fucking eager, he grabbed her ass, grinding against her so she could feel what she did to him, earning a needy moan.
He did it again, seeking more. She gifted him the most lustful sound he’d ever heard, spurring him on.
He needed to feel her skin against his and started to take her shirt off, but she put her hands on his chest and said, “Wait. You’ve been with a lot of women. Do I have to worry about diseases?”
“No. I wouldn’t be kissing you if you did. I’d never put you at risk, and I have condoms.”
“Okay, but promise me this won’t change anything between us. I like what we have, and we both know this isn’t forever.”
And there it was, the answer to his quandary.
Knowing she wasn’t wrestling with bigger feelings stung and confused him, but he was a prideful bastard, and it made it easier for him to tuck his own emotions away.
“Don’t worry about me, Angel. I might not want to be a player anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m capable of catching feelings.
The question is…” He threaded his fingers into her hair, tugging her closer, and slicked his tongue around the shell of her ear.
“Can you handle this without catching feelings for me?” He nipped her earlobe, earning a sharp inhalation.
Her eyes brimmed with desire, but there was no missing the challenge rising in them. “I’m in this for the pleasure, not more baggage. But it’s been a while for me, so I’m hoping you live up to your reputation and won’t disappoint.”
Loving that sexy snark, he gave her hair a tug, tipping her face up, and lowered his lips a whisper away from hers. “Darlin’, with my mouth and your body, there’s no room for disappointment.”
Their mouths collided in a feast of rough, demanding kisses as they made their way toward the bedrooms. “Your room or mine?” he gritted out.
“Don’t care.” She pulled his mouth back to hers.
They stumbled into her bedroom, tugging off their shoes and stripping off their clothes between ravenous kisses.
His cut and their shirts sailed to the floor, laughter ringing out as they struggled to tug off their wet jeans.
Soft black cotton cradled her breasts and rode high on her rounded hips.
There was no lace, no silk, no frills, just the rawest, truest beauty he’d ever seen.
“Jesus, darlin’, you are dangerously sexy.
” He took her in a deep, passionate kiss, and then he stripped off that cotton, drinking in her full breasts, the tantalizing dip at her waist, those rounded hips, and her sweet, bare pussy.
He took out her ponytail holder, tossing it to the floor with their clothes.
Her damp hair tumbled around her face, reminding him of their wedding, tweaking something deep in his chest. “Mm-mm. You’re dangerous, all right. Painfully beautiful.”
As he took off his boxer briefs, her eyes locked on his cock.
“Talk about dangerous,” she said. “I’m going to start calling you Loch Ness.”
He laughed and hauled her in for a kiss.
They fell to the bed in a tangle of greedy gropes, lustful moans, and smiles against each other’s lips.
Zander shifted her onto her back, loving the feel of her supple curves against his heated, hard body.
Her dark hair fanned out over the pillow, her cheeks flushed, dimples deepening as she reached for him, trying to pull him into a kiss, but he drew back, mesmerized by the beauty beneath him.
The trust in her eyes got him all twisted up inside.
Fuck. That was new, too. The noticing. He needed to chase those feelings away, but he wanted to run toward them.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, snapping him from his thoughts.
What the hell was wrong with him? He cocked a grin, falling back into the man she expected. The man she needed him to be. “I want to remember what you looked like before I set the bar so high no one will ever come close.”
Needing to stay in that safety zone, he didn’t give her time to dole out snark. He lowered his lips to hers in a slow, penetrating kiss that had her rocking against his cock, whimpering for more. She grabbed his ass with both hands, gyrating beneath him.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he gritted out. “Show me how much you want me.”
He punctuated the demand with a brutal kiss, leaving her breathless as he nipped and kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck, earning sharp, sexy gasps, each one amping up his arousal.
He slid his tongue along the pulse at the base of her neck, loving the quickening he caused.
He wanted to memorize every little sound she made, the way she held her breath as he trailed kisses along her collarbone and breathed faster as he tasted his way down to her breasts.
She boldly held his gaze as he nudged her legs open wider with his knee, resting the base of his cock against her pussy. When he palmed her breast for the first time, it felt like her body was made for his hands. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on these gorgeous tits.”
Her eyes flamed.
He rained kisses over the swell of her breasts, and she inhaled a ragged breath.
She was killing him with those needy sounds.
He grazed his teeth over one taut nipple, and she moaned, her arousal wetting the base of his cock.
“Mm. My Angel likes my teeth.” Her cheeks pinked up, and he rocked his hips, dragging the length of his cock along her slickness.
She pressed her lips together, but it did nothing to hide the lust in her eyes.
“Don’t hold back, sexy girl. I want you wild for me.
” He grazed his teeth over her nipple again and again, rocking against her pussy, earning more sharp gasps and sinful sounds as she writhed and clawed at him.
“I can’t take it,” she pleaded.
“I can stop,” he teased.
Her eyes narrowed. “Not if you value your life.”
He laughed and lowered his mouth over one taut peak, sucking hard.
A loud, pleasure-drenched sound sailed from her lips…
straight to his cock. He wanted to pound into her, to feel her pussy wrapped around his dick and hear her scream his name in the throes of passion.
But he loved pleasuring her. Seeing her so unguarded and free was too intoxicating to rush.
His time would come, and so would she. The possessive bastard in him was determined to do more than set a standard.
He was going to pleasure her so thoroughly, she wouldn’t be able to look at another man without thinking of him.
He continued teasing and taunting with his hands and mouth and angled his hips, giving her friction where she needed it most. “Feels so good,” she panted out.
She grabbed his hips, holding him tight against her, moving with him.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded as he teased one nipple with his teeth and tongue, rolling her other between his finger and thumb.
He bit down at the same time as he squeezed her other nipple, just hard enough to send her over the edge.
“Zan—” shot from her lips.
Music to his fucking ears. She rocked and arched, drenching the length of his cock, her body trembling, her breath hitching, as she rode out her climax.
As she came down from the high, eyes at half-mast, “More” slipped from her lips like a plea.
He lowered his mouth over her nipple again, giving her what she craved, earning more of those addicting sounds as he shifted beside her, and moved his other hand between her legs, teasing her slick, silken flesh.
He pushed two fingers into her tight heat, using his thumb on her clit and his mouth on her breast.
“Yes—”
She was so fucking beautiful, giving herself over to him.
He curled his fingers, seeking that magical spot that would make her lose control, and knew just when he’d found it.
Her hips shot up, and she gasped, her fingers digging into his flesh.
He quickened his efforts, using teeth and tongue, learning her body like his new favorite song.
Her breathing came in fast, hard bursts, and he knew she was close.
Working her faster, he squeezed her nipple and applied pressure to her clit, and she detonated, screaming his name as her hips bucked, her inner muscles pulsing tight and hot around his fingers.
She moaned and writhed as she came down from the peak, and he sent her soaring again.
This time he didn’t wait for the orgasm to ease.
He moved between her legs, spread her thighs with his hands, and buried his mouth between them.
Her hips rose, but he held them down as he feasted and teased, taking her higher and keeping her there.
He reveled in her pleasure, heightening his own.
She made sounds he’d never heard before, a symphony so full of ecstasy, he knew he’d hear it in his sleep.