Chapter 33 #2
Her breath hitched, and I pulled back just enough to meet her hazy, lust-filled gaze. Her tongue dipped out, wetting her bottom lip before drawing the kiss-swollen flesh between her teeth. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
Holding her gaze, I moved my hand to that valley between her breasts and gave a gentle push—pressing her back against the steering wheel before pinching the tail of that strappy bow holding her dress together and giving it a tug.
The tie loosened and on another tug it snapped free.
I sucked in a breath as my fingertips skated along the edge of the fabric for just a second before peeling it away, exposing her perfect breasts and leaving her naked from the ribs up.
I made a sound of my own then, something deep and guttural as I clenched my jaw and willed myself to savor this moment.
To take my time and truly take her in. But my hands moved before my brain could stop them.
I cupped a breast in each hand and whispered in complete awe, “You’re so beautiful,” as I brought my mouth down and drew her beaded nipple between my lips.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, hands twining in my hair as I flicked my tongue against her, earning me a breathy moan and a roll of her hips that made my cock painfully harder. “Zane…oh my God…I…”
“You what, princess?” I moved to her other breast, sucking on that sensitive peak and drawing a long, moaning gasp from her lips.
“I need…” Gasp. Shudder. “I need more.”
“More kisses?” I teased, my tone gravelly as I played on her words from weeks ago in my mother’s kitchen, when I’d licked that sticky pie syrup from her trembling mouth—as I flattened my tongue against her skin and dragged it up and between her breasts to the slope of her neck where I sucked, hard.
A sultry, gasping groan fell past her lips, and I felt her nod enthusiastically.
“Good, because I want more, too.” Keeping my mouth fused to her neck, I moved one hand away from her breast and dragged it down her waist, over her hip, along her thigh, and down to her knee where my fingers tucked under the fabric of her dress.
That red fabric bunched over my wrist as I dragged my palm back up her smooth thigh, letting my fingers dig into the flesh of her hip before sliding just a little further and tucking them under the soft lace of her panties, taking a handful of her ass as I moved in to kiss her on the mouth, long and slow. “I want more of those sounds.”
With my mouth on hers and my hand between that lace I was dying to see and her heated skin, I let my fingers follow the edge of her panties, moving from the back to the front as I slid that scrap of lace to the side.
Andi panted against my mouth, and her whole body went tight as my fingers found that sweet spot between her legs.
A teasing stroke earned me another moan, this one sounding more shocked than the others.
Interesting.
“I wanna know what kind of sounds you’d make if I kissed you here.” Another teasing stroke. Another shocked moan. I dragged my lips down her neck and to her breast again, sucking that peak into my mouth as my fingers teased her slick heat. “Would you like that, princess?”
“I…” Pant. “...oh God, um…” Another pant. “I think so.”
“You think so?” I teased and nuzzled against her heated skin, inhaling and savoring that wild sweetness I’d come to associate with only her.
“I’ve…um…” I felt it then as her body locked up tight…and not in a good way. Shit. I drew back slowly, meeting her worried gaze. “No one’s ever…done that…to me.”
My hand was still between her legs, but my fingers weren’t teasing anymore. I’d stopped moving the second I felt her freeze, worried a little myself that I’d gone too fast too soon. But now…
“I wasn’t playing coy that first time you kissed me,” she said, sounding so small.
It hit me square in the chest—like an axe splitting wood, that sound tore me in two.
“I really don’t know if I’m any good at any of this.
I’ve been with one man, and he never bothered with…
well…any of this.” Her voice had gone softer and softer the more she spoke until it just faded out on an embarrassed-sounding laugh before she brought both hands up and covered her face. “God, this is so stupid.”
“Hey,” I said, peeling her hands away from her face and gently capturing her chin between my forefinger and thumb as I forced her to meet my eyes.
“Don’t do that; don’t hide from me. We’re so past that, princess.
” Both of my hands were cradling her face now as I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips.
“If you want to stop right now, we will. If you want to go in my house and just sleep, we can. Or if you want me to take you back to the ranch, I’ll do that too.
” Her glassy eyes met mine as her lips parted on a shaky inhale.
I tucked her hair behind her ear. “But if you want to keep going…” I touched her temple, “...I’m gonna need you to get out of your pretty little head, because this—” I motioned between us, “—this is two people learning not to let their pasts define them. This is about letting go.” I traced her face and tucked my fingers in her hair.
“I want to let go with you…but you’ve gotta want it, too. ”
She dropped her forehead to mine.
“Tell me what you want, Andi,” I murmured, barely hearing the words over the pounding of my own heart going please be me, please be me, please be me.
Seconds, minutes…fuck, years passed in that quiet space we shared in the cab of my truck as I waited for her reply.
This wasn’t even about the sex, even though that was something I definitely wouldn’t turn down.
It was about her. Us. My heart pounding out the rhythm of please be me wasn’t just for the sake of wanting to be with her in the physical sense…
it was just about her—about wanting that something with her… whatever she’d let me have.
I felt her soft hands frame my face then and her warm breath ghost over my lips as she released a shaky exhale. “I want…”
Please be me, please be me.
Her tentative mouth found mine. Touching my lips once, twice. “I want you to keep kissing me.” Another kiss. “I want you to keep touching me.” A deeper kiss. “I want you to take me in that house…” A kiss to my jaw. My neck. “...and I want to let go…with you.”