But the next thing I know, Zane has dropped me on the bed, and any other thoughts except what’s to come leaves my mind. “I, t-too, love th-the way we make love.”
He takes off his jacket and then goes for his tie and shirt buttons. Watching his bare chest slowly being exposed for me is a treat in itself.
“W-will you just s-stare or help me by undr-ressing yourself?” His lips quirk up as he tosses his shirt onto the couch next to the bed. My gaze drifts lower, to the deeply carved V as he unzips his pants and then tugs them lower. The thick bulge in his black boxers is on display, and I can’t tear my eyes away. “I didn’t s-see getting a stripte-tease on th-the bucket list.”
His comment has me grabbing my bag from the nightstand and quickly adding it to my list. I lift the page into the air and lean back. “Now I want the full show before you can get your payment.”
“P-payment?” Zane’s lips twitch as his hand wraps around his thick arousal, and he strokes it up and down through his underwear.
Holy shit!
Shy Zane Teager is a sweetheart, but sexy, playful Zane Teager is downright dangerous for a fainthearted woman.
With a smile on his face, he walks toward me. “You’ll have to s-satisfy your d-dirty mind with only th-this much. I’m an amat-teur gigolo.”
I lock my hands over his neck when he leans forward. “And I hope you’ll be improving…only for me.”
“Of cour-rse, w-wife.”
Zane pulls the silk blouse over my head before going for my shoes, skirt, and stockings. He unhooks the clasp of my bra, and I lean down with him following me. He cups one of my breasts and strokes the nipple with his thumb.
“You’r-re so beautiful. Th-these were peeking th-through your silky shirt and t-teasing me the whole d-damn day. At s-some point, I thought my balls w-would combust with a coffee cup in hand.”
My lungs burst with pride, but before I can give some smart-ass comment, Zane lowers his mouth to my breast and sucks my nipple deep into his mouth. And holy crap, I forget everything when he looks up, and our eyes lock as he continues to lick me and make me squirm.
His mouth moves up, and cool air hits my hardened nipples. He kisses my neck, my cheeks, and his teeth gently tug on my earlobe.
He lowers a hand to my sex. He tugs my panties aside and runs two fingers over my slick center before dipping them inside. “You’re s-soaked,” he groans.
“I’ve been ready since this morning, Zane. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Thankfully, he listens. Zane pulls down his boxers, rips open a condom package, and sheaths his length. After dragging my panties down, he shifts fully on top of me and takes my mouth. His tongue flicks against my lips, instructing me to open.
I feel his kiss everywhere.
In every nerve ending, every hair follicle, every pulse, and every heartbeat.
Zane lifts himself a bit, and we both look down at the same time as he rubs himself up and down my entrance, coating himself with my wetness.
When he finally slips inside me, we both groan. As always, there’s a hesitancy in Zane’s movements, and he pulls back, looking carefully at my face as if in search of any signs of discomfort. My heart swells with overflowing emotions.
God, could he be any more perfect?
I push my pelvis up, not letting him get away, and he takes the hint. He starts with shallow thrusts. Each push is a bit deeper, stretching me a little wider.
My eyes flutter when we finally find our pace, which isn’t rushed. Sex with Zane is like being treasured, and I can’t help but believe that I mean more to him than a fake wife would.
“Look at-t me, Vi. I love your eyes-s on me.” He wipes a stray hair from my forehead.
“You’ll kill me with your sweetness someday.”
“I w-won’t let anyth-thing take you aw-way from me, not even my s-sweetness.” His lips twist into a grim line as if he hadn’t planned on saying those words out loud.
But I’m beyond thankful that he did.
Before I can tell him that I don’t want to be away from him, he cups a hand behind my thigh. Following his lead, I bend my leg, and he sinks deeper. Zane takes his time, with each thrust getting deeper, and a crackling of desire burns inside me.
I moan through my orgasm, and he picks up speed, driving into me faster and faster, chasing his own relief. He repeats my name over and over again, making me fall a little more for him.