Chapter 8
“Ilove the way you say that.” A thrill tingled within Willow that went beyond her orgasm as she watched Zane slip her legs off his shoulders.
“Makes you hot?” His hard sculpted lips curved in a dangerous way as he rose. He moved up her body and braced his hands to either side of her. “When I say I want to fuck you?”
“Yes.” She looped her arms around his neck and looked into his green eyes. His thick black hair was ruffled, and his muscles shifted beneath his golden skin from his shoulders down to the hard slab of his torso. “Just hearing your voice does funny things to me.”
He cocked one of his black eyebrows. “I’m not so sure I like the idea of being funny when it comes to sex.”
Willow grinned. “You know what I mean.”
Zane’s answer was to lower his head and capture her mouth with his firm lips. He took possession and kissed her with hunger and need. Since the moment she met him, his masculine scent never failed to seep into her pores and capture her. Breathing wasn’t easy when he drew away. Everything about him stole her breath.
“You are addictive.” Willow lowered her eyelashes, moved one hand to his shoulder, and trailed her fingers over the power of his biceps that flexed beneath her touch. She met his gaze again. “I think it would be hard to get enough of you.”
She’d wondered if he might back off, if her words scared him, as if she was demanding some kind of commitment.
“You say exactly what you think, don’t you, honey?” He teased her lips with his, letting his stubble brush against her chin. When she didn’t answer, he added, “I like that in a woman. Opinionated and decisive—just be sure you remember to be careful.”
His expression remained dark and predatory and he kissed her again.
Willow savored his warm masculine taste then pulled back enough to say, “I’m careful. Usually.”
Zane gave her a yeah-sure look, and she smacked her palm against his arm. “I am careful.”
“You lead with your heart, not your head. Believe me, it’s not a bad thing. It’s sexy as hell. But hanging around somebody like me—that could get you killed.” He drew back, the look on his features so much darker and more dangerous that it gave her a little shiver.
To erase the train of worry going through his head, she trailed her fingers down his taut abs. She didn’t go any further as his expression changed to one of want and need.
“Yep.” She sighed. “It’s definitely going to be impossible to get enough of you.”
So, there.
She’d said it again. Now what would he do?
His expression remained half-hunger, half-worry, but his eyes burned into her as if he might be trying to see exactly what lay in her heart. “I know exactly what you mean, honey.”
“You feel good over me like this.” She explored the corded strength of his shoulders and arms that were taut from holding himself above her. At the same time, she kept her gaze fixed on his, wanting to read his thoughts and his feelings in his eyes as easily as he seemed to read hers. “And earlier…I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like the way you felt inside of me.”
His gaze darkened even more as if he was reliving what they’d done in the restaurant. “It was better than I’d dreamed of how good it would feel to be with you. And it was goddamned sexy taking you in that restroom.”
She traced one of her fingers from the center of his pecs and moved her hand slowly down, all the way to the hard ridges of his abs. Zane’s body tightened beneath her fingertips as she let them travel to his erection again and this time she skimmed her fingers along its length. She watched his jaw clench and the burning fire in his eyes that seemed to flame hotter as she started stroking him.
“Goddamn it, Willow.” He closed his eyes for a moment as she lightly ran her nails along him. “I want to go slow with you, but you make me want to just drive into you and take you hard and fast like at the restaurant.”
He groaned as he watched her run her tongue along her bottom lip. She brushed her moistened lips over his. “What’s stopping you?”
“You deserve better.” His voice came out in a deep rasp. “I’d like to make love to you for hours. Taste every part of your body, your smooth skin. But right now, all I can think about is taking you.”
“We can save the slow for later.” She hooked her arms around his neck so she could draw him closer. “We have all night.”
“Neither one of us is going to get much sleep if I have my way, honey.”
She smiled against his lips. “I don’t mind you having your way with me.”
Zane’s growl was low and primal as he pressed himself against her. She couldn’t have held back the soft moan that rose in her throat if she tried.
“I love how tall you are.” He lowered his head and licked one of her nipples, causing her to gasp. “You’re the perfect height. And your legs are so damned long. Let me feel them around me.”
His hips were firm between her thighs as she crossed her ankles behind him, over the smooth skin of his taut backside.
“That’s it.” His voice sounded harsh, pained, as he rocked back and forth, rubbing his erection along her center. “The first time I saw you, I imagined this.”
“I could see it in your eyes.” She raised her hips so that he was pressed tighter against her. “And it made me want you in every way possible.”
“You were a goddamned tease with that ice cream cone.”
She grinned. “Yup.”
“Like they say, paybacks are a bitch.” Zane ran his tongue over one of her nipples and then the other.
Willow moaned and arched her back, wanting him to lick and suck them. She wanted to shout how much she wanted him. Right. Now. But she knew he needed to feel he had at least this much control.
“I can’t take this anymore.” Zane reached down and put his erection at the entrance to her core before he braced himself again.
She caught her breath as he waited two heartbeats and then slammed inside her and she cried out. “Oh, God. I’d forgotten how long and thick you are.”
“Is that a good thing?” he said as he moved in and out in slow, torturous strokes.
“Uh-huh.” With every stroke, she felt how big he was and she raised and lowered her hips in time with his thrusts. “No vibrator on earth could compare.”
Despite the factsweat was rolling down the sides of Zane’s face and he was nearly in pain from holding back from driving in hard and fast, he almost laughed. “Better than a vibrator, huh?”
Willow wiggled beneath him. “Even the ones with the little ears.”
Zane snorted from trying to hold back a laugh and then one escaped him anyway. He pressed his forehead against her collarbone. “You are something else, honey.”
“Yeah, well, I’m someone who wants you really bad.” She squirmed beneath him. “I think I’ll pass out if you don’t get to—get to?—”
“Fucking you?” He raised his head and looked down at her with a grin before he stated, “Can’t say it, can you?”
“Just do it!” Willow looked like the sweat rolling down the sides of her face were actually tears of pleasure and pain.
Zane decided to have mercy on her—and himself—and began driving in hard and fast.
“Yeah. Oh, God.” Willow tilted her head back and her chest rose and fell in harsh breaths. “That’s what I want. Don’t you dare stop or I’ll show you that I’m capable of violence.”
Zane almost snorted again and choked back a laugh. Who knew great sex could be so much fun, too? But he didn’t stop if he wanted. He kept up a steady pace, ramming into her as deep as he could go and enjoying the feel of heaven.
Willow had thoughtnothing could be more exciting, more intense, more fabulous than that restaurant sex. But this—this was blowing everything she’d ever imagined out of the water.
As Zane took her, she felt like heat rushed up and down her skin in waves. He was so big, so long and thick, that the walls of her core felt every thrust, every movement he made.
He wasn’t moving fast or hard enough as far as she was concerned. She raised her hips up to meet his every thrust and wriggled to feel even more friction.
She met his gaze and her body started to vibrate. His green eyes focused so intently on her like she was the only thing that mattered to him in the world at that moment.
Just that look, the depth of passion in his eyes made her orgasm rush toward her in even a hotter wave that burned her as she climaxed.
Willow let loose a cry that had to be heard for miles. One that would have the neighbors calling the police because they thought someone was being murdered.
As she came close to passing out and everything grew darker, she now knew what the French meant by “la petite mort,” an orgasm being a “little death.”
She fought to remain conscious as she experienced the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. Waves and waves of heat washed over her body as she shook. She gasped as she became fully conscious, her entire being trembling, as Zane continued his relentless thrusting.
Then he shouted, “Oh, shit,” before pulling out of her.
At first, confusion sparked in Willow’s orgasm-fuzzy mind as he came on her belly.
“Tell me you’re on the pill,” he said at the same time he collapsed and rolled them both so they were on their sides, facing each other.
She smiled as she saw the concern in his eyes while he used the sheet to wipe her belly. “I am.”
“I’ve been tested, and I’ve always used a condom—until right now.” He looked up from what he was doing. “So, you don’t have to worry about that. Should have thought to tell you before you went down on me.”
“I just donated blood a couple of months ago.” Willow couldn’t help a grin. “But I haven’t been with anyone for a very long time. It’s pretty much impossible to contract anything when you haven’t had sex for a couple of years.”
“What the hell?” Zane stopped wiping her belly. “You’ve gone two years with no sex?”
“At least.” She shrugged. “I just never met the right person that remotely interested me.”
“And then you have sex with a man you don’t even know on the same day you meet him.” He let the sheet drop back onto the bed and he moved his hand up to caress her hip. “That’s awfully dangerous, honey. Like I said before, you lead with your heart.”
“Okay, okay, you’re right.” She trailed her fingers over his jaw, his stubble rough beneath her sensitized fingertips. “But I also knew my instincts were dead on when it came to you. I didn’t have a single doubt in my mind that you’re a good man, and that this would be right.”
“Thank you.” Zane cupped the back of her head and drew her to him for a hard kiss. “But you’re not allowed to pick up strange men ever again.”
Willow raised her brows. “Oh? And who’s going to stop me?”
“I’ll figure out a way,” Zane said before he rolled her onto her back and took her again.