Chapter 15
Gwen
“Oh God, this is really happening.” The thought keeps running through my mind every time Zane touches me.
His hands rest against my back as he holds me close, and I can feel the intensity between us building with every second.
It’s overwhelming in the best way, and I can feel warmth rising in my cheeks.
For a split second, Zane pulls back and looks at me. His eyes seem softer, more focused than usual. His brown hair is slightly tousled, but it only adds to the moment.
“I need you,” he whispers, his voice low and steady as he gently guides me back onto the couch. Something in his tone sends a shiver through me, and I let him take the lead.
Zane leans over me, his presence close and grounding as he brushes his hand along my arm and shoulder. When he leans in again, the closeness between us deepens, and I feel my breath quicken. The warmth of him so near makes everything feel more intense.
He pauses briefly, his forehead nearly touching mine, as if taking in the moment. His breathing grows heavier, matching mine.
I let out a soft breath as he adjusts, and he glances at me again, his expression full of something unspoken.
“You are beautiful,” he says before he lowers his head and kisses my neck again.
The sensation tingles even more this time, sending shivers down my spine.
Slowly, he lifts my shirt over my head and drops it to the floor.
He kisses his way down my chest, kisses my breasts over my bra while his hand moves to my back.
He unhooks my bra with one quick move and takes it off me.
He stares at my breasts with a grin on his face, before he moves down and kisses them. He sucks on my nipple, making me moan, while his hand finds the edge of my jeans. Oh God, this is really happening.
“I need you to feel how beautiful you are,” Zane says softly while he opens my jeans with both hands.
He unzips them, and when he sees my red thong, matching my bra, he goes wild.
He rolls the jeans off my legs, kissing my legs all the way down.
I can’t help but giggle at the touch of his lips.
It’s like he knows exactly what I want and need.
Slowly, Zane kisses his way back up my body.
I wait for him to move further up, but he doesn’t.
He stays in front of my thong, and his fingers slowly move across the fabric.
I want to push into him, show him how much I need him.
I hold back, but I’m not sure if I can much longer.
Zane touches my fold, exposing how wet I am.
“I’m sorry if it’s too much, I’m a little excited,” I whisper. Zane looks up at me and smiles.
“Never for me,” he replies before he moves his head down and kisses me through the fabric. I moan softly at the touch, the thought of him there, everything. My entire body feels electric. I feel how much I want him, how I need him, how I want him to touch me more.
Zane leans in again, this time slower, more deliberate, and I respond instinctively, closing the distance between us. The moment lingers, unhurried and steady, as we stay close, caught up in the connection building between us.
“You’re going to be a good girl and come for me,” he says before he kisses me through the fabric again, pressing down harder this time. “Will you listen and be a good girl?” The breath of his whisper feels warm on my pussy, driving me wild.
“Yes, I will,” I pant.
As soon as I agree, Zane swiftly grabs my panties and rolls them down my body. He kisses my pussy again, and without the fabric, the sensation is overwhelming.
“You’re dripping for me,” he says before he opens my folds and licks me.
“Zane,” I gasp while he does. I move my hands down until I reach his head. I run my fingers through his hair while he licks me again. My body listens to his touch, and my left leg wraps around his neck, exposing my pussy more for him.
Zane is pleased by my actions and rewards me by sucking on my clit. He sucks slowly at first, going in small circles. The movement makes me moan loudly; it feels incredible. I can tell the moaning does something to him the second I do, he moves faster and harder.
“Oh, Zane,” I gasp, pulling his hair tighter. Zane moves his hand up my leg until he reaches my pussy. While he keeps sucking my clit, licking it and teasing it in a circle, he slowly enters two fingers inside of me.
“You’re going to come for me,” he says before he licks harder. His fingers start moving inside of me, and the feeling is overwhelming.
“Yes, that’s it,” I whisper breathless. “Don’t stop,” I beg, making him go faster and harder.
Zane listens and doesn’t stop; he keeps going and going, while I can feel an orgasm build inside of me.
I’m on the edge when Zane sucks down hard and sends me over the edge.
I scream while my body comes undone, and Zane moves slower and slower until he lets go.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. When I look down, Zane’s head is resting on my leg, looking up at me.
“You’re in trouble now,” he smirks.
“How so?” I ask provocatively.
“I think I want to do this every day,” he replies, and I laugh.
Zane slowly moves up my body and holds me. His arms are wrapped around me while my body is still trembling.
“That was incredible,” I whisper near his ear. I start to reach toward him, wanting to keep going, but he gently stops me.
“Tonight was about you,” Zane says softly. “We’ll share that moment another time.”
His words make something in my chest tighten in a good way, and I hold onto him a little longer.
We stay like that for a while, the quiet between us feeling natural and easy. Eventually, we shift apart slightly. I realize I’m still undressed, and a small wave of self-consciousness washes over me.
Sensing it, Zane immediately reaches for my clothes and hands them to me without hesitation.
“My girlfriend’s gorgeous,” he says with a warm, relaxed tone as he watches me get dressed.
“Girlfriend?” I repeat, surprised.
“Yeah… if you want that,” he replies, his expression cautious but hopeful.
“I do,” I say quickly, smiling before I can second-guess myself. “I feel like we probably should’ve had that conversation earlier,” I add with a laugh.
“We’ve had an interesting couple of dates,” he chuckles. “I think we’re doing fine.”
“I guess that’s true.”
I glance at him sitting comfortably on my couch, and something in my stomach flips, in a good way. I smile at him, and he smiles back.
“Do you want to stay the night?” I ask. “It’s pretty late.”
Zane tilts his head slightly. “Only if we read together… and you let me borrow a book.”
I raise a brow, amused. “You do know what kind of books I read, right?”
“I like to think I’m open-minded,” he replies with a shrug. “So… which one should I start with?”
He gets up and gestures toward a shelf filled with my books. I hesitate for a moment before stepping closer.
“This one’s about enemies who fall in love,” I explain, pointing to a title. “There’s tension, conflict… and a lot of emotional buildup.”
“Enemies-to-lovers?” he repeats, intrigued.
I nod. “Exactly.”
“Sold,” he says, pulling a book from the shelf. “I’m curious to see how that turns out.”
I laugh softly as I watch him settle back in, feeling a sense of ease settle over the room. Whatever this is between us, it’s new, but it feels right.
“You’re really going to read that book in bed with me tonight?” I ask, still not quite believing how quickly my life has changed.
“Yes,” he replies, holding the book as he walks toward my bedroom.
I remain standing in the living room for a moment, letting out a quiet laugh at how everything has unfolded. Tonight feels unreal, like something out of a movie.
“Are you coming?” Zane calls, peeking his head out of the bedroom.
I laugh again and quickly make my way toward him.