Chapter 34 #2
I want to say I moaned his name as my other hand flew to my unattended breast, cupping it just as hard as I was cupping the other, but the sound that came out of my mouth was foreign to my ears.
The sensation building within me was just as foreign, a tingling buzz that started out kinda slow at the base of my spine but then raced throughout my body.
“Zane,” I panted, unsure of what to do here because…I didn’t want to lose this feeling.
Another finger sank into me, curling in time with the other as Zane’s mouth latched onto my clit and sucked hard.
“Fuck, oh fuck.”
I exploded. Just like those fireworks we’d watched together last weekend, my body burst into a million little pieces and crackled as they slowly floated through the air until they fizzled out. My heart was beating in my ears as I worked to catch my breath.
“Still good?” Zane asked, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh as his eyes met mine with an intensity that made my stomach dip.
I nodded. “So good.” I shivered and panted, swallowing hard. “Is it weird if I thank you?” A breathy laugh fell from my lips as Zane grinned and stood.
“Thanks aren’t deserved until you’ve come at least twice, princess.
” My eyes widened a little at that as I watched him lean over to his nightstand and open the drawer.
He dug around in there for a moment before producing a square foiled packet and closing the drawer.
“Anything less than that is just being selfish.”
I wasn’t sure if my body could handle another orgasm, but I was willing to try…
with him. He was standing between my legs again, and I sat up on the edge of the bed—looking up at him through my eyelashes before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his stomach.
My fingers worked at the silver buckle on his belt, loosening it before slowly easing his zipper down and slinking my hand inside.
The second my fingers made contact with his hardened cock over his boxers a low groan hissed through his lips.
I looked up to see his head tipped back, Adam’s apple bobbing, and I stroked him again to get a reaction.
His head came forward as he looked down at me, and a grin tipped up one corner of his mouth as his blue gaze clashed with mine. “Now who’s the tease?”
I grinned back and pushed his jeans down his hips. He stepped back to rid himself of them completely, kicking them off to the side once his feet were clear. “Boxers too, cowboy.”
That grin of his turned wicked. “Yes, ma’am.”
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, he quickly shucked out of those too and dropped them with his jeans. My stomach dipped again at the sight of…all of him.
“Still good?” he asked again, slowly stalking toward me as his palm curled around his cock and stroked it once.
I wanted to do that…so I did. I reached out for him and replaced his hand with mine—stroking him from root to tip, again…
and again. Zane sucked in a sharp breath of air through his teeth, and something in that sound had something almost primal within me rising up to meet it.
I wanted to give him what he’d given me. I wanted to taste and lick and…
His hand curled around my jaw, and he tilted my face up to meet his. “You look like you want to eat me alive,” he murmured, giving me that wicked grin again.
My bottom lip flew between my teeth as I gave him a small, shy nod.
“Another time,” he said and reached for the condom foil. “I want to be inside you when I come.” He tore the packet open with his teeth. “You okay with that?” He worked the condom over his length. I may have assisted just a little as I gave him another nod.
“Words, princess,” he said, crawling over me as I scooted farther back onto the bed.
My heartbeat kicked up again, thundering against my ribs as his weight settled between my legs. The tip of his cock nudged at my core, and I gasped as my hands shot to his waist. “I want you inside of me,” I breathed.
His mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss that had my toes curling and my thighs opening wider to receive him as he pushed into me—slow and steady as my body stretched around him.
I panted and blew out a breath against his shoulder as he eventually bottomed out, resting there in the cradle of my hips as he pressed kisses to my temple, my cheeks, my neck. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
I shook beneath him, feeling stretched to my limit but still…wanting more. I swiveled my hips, and he let out a low, groaning hiss.
“I need a second here, princess.” He kissed my mouth. Smoothed my hair away from my face. “I wanna last and make this good for you.”
“It already is good,” I said and touched my lips to his shoulder.
“I love how good you feel.” I lifted one leg and curled it around his back.
“Show me how good you feel when you move.” I swiveled my hips again.
“Please.” And this time, he moved—pulling out just a little bit before thrusting back in slowly. “Yesssss. Again. Please again.”
“Finding those words pretty easily now, aren’t ya?
” he husked and nipped at my chin as he started to move, setting an easy pace.
“I can’t tell you how badly I wanted to do this the other morning.
” Thrust. “Waking up with you draped over me.” Kiss.
“My cock was so fucking hard, and I just wanted to sink into you right then and there.” Another thrust. Another kiss.
“I’ve imagined it so many times since then.
What it would feel like to be inside of you.
” He moaned into my mouth as he kissed me again, deeper and desperate, and I felt that vibration all the way down to my core. “Nothing I imagined compares to this.”
Zane started to pick up the pace, and I clutched at his back as he drove his hips into mine, harder and faster. I gasped and panted and clawed at his shoulders as that ember glowing in my core sparked into a low burning flame.
“Oh my God, Zane, I feel you everywhere.”
I really did, and I had no logical explanation for that. It was like we were connecting on a whole other level that rose above the way our bodies moved together. Like whatever was happening was bigger than this—bigger than us.
“I know, Andi,” he said against my mouth, kissing me deeply as he moved in and out of me. “I feel it, too.”
I almost wanted to cry, but that emotion was dulled down as that low burning flame fanned into something hotter—something wilder that I couldn’t contain. “I think…” Gasp. “I think I’m going to come again.”
“I’m there, too,” he breathed and groaned as he pushed into me harder.
I could feel the pressure building low in my abdomen, swirling around and around.
I chased the sensation, wanting that release and wanting to share that with him.
He must’ve sensed my desperation, because on the next thrust he slipped his thumb between us.
Another one of those foreign sounds left my mouth as I rolled into his thumb, applying the pressure I needed to—
“Oh…oh my G-God.”
“Fuck, I’m there.” Zane started pounding into me as he raced toward the finish line with me. “Let go with me, Andi.”
And I did.
My body spasmed around him as I exploded for the second time that night, crying out his name as he groaned into my neck and went still before collapsing on top of me.
That position lasted for only a second before he slid his arms underneath mine and rolled us to where I was splayed out on top of him.
My head was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it started to slow and even out into its normal rhythm.
“I never knew it could be like that,” I said, draping my arm around his waist as I drew in a settling breath. “I really do like kissing you…” I paused and weighed my words. “But I think I like making love with you even more.”
A silent laugh shook his chest as his fingertips skated up and down my spine. “I like making love with you, too.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart. “Would it make me sound like a desperate woman if I said I’d really like to do that as many more times as we could before passing out from sheer exhaustion?”
Another laugh shook his chest, this one deep and gravelly as he took my chin and tilted my face so we could look at each other.
“If that makes you a desperate woman, then that makes me a desperate man because I was secretly hoping the same thing.” Hooking his hands under my arms, he pulled me farther up his body and adjusted me so I was straddling his hips.
He then shot me a look that was pure devious.
“I’ve been dying for those horseback riding lessons to pay off. ”
A shocked gasp fell past my lips as I swatted at his chest. “Zane McKade, you did not,” I said, laughing around the words.
“Oh I did,” he replied playfully, sitting up to kiss me, and kiss me again, fanning those flames back to a roar. And a short while later, when I sank onto him with a whimpering groan and rode him while he handed out praise after praise, I realized something.
I wasn’t just halfway in love with Zane McKade, I was helplessly and hopelessly and maddeningly in love with him. And when my body shuddered around him and he followed right behind…I almost told him.
Almost.