Even through the layers of fabric I can feel his heat, and how hard he is. Andbig. My head is spinning at how enormous his length is.
All my firsts. That will goinsideme. I’d be stuffed with him, like eating too much and feeling ready to pop, but the sexual version of that.
“Oh no you don’t,” he snaps, and I realise I’ve been rubbing my hand over him. Before I can blink, he has grabbed my hands and yanked them back over my head, pinning them again with expert efficiency.
I should apologise or say something sexy, or attempt to use my actual brain, but I don’t. I’m on fire with sexual energy I didn’t know was in me. Maybe it wasn’t. Perhaps it’s Zane and the way he’s controlling me, firm and dominant, and kinda scary. And yet, gentle too.
“You are not going to seduce me into letting you go.” His tone is harsh and icy-blue eyes glare down at me, like a clear day in Antarctica.
I wasn’t trying to do that.
Probably I should have been. Would have been smart, but would have required my brain not to be mush.
I pull against his iron grip and inexplicably, that makes me even hotter, and I moan, rubbing myself against him.
His brows lower. “Tell me what you want.”
“No.” And it’s a no to telling him aloud, not to him touching me. I can’t say what I want, not least because I’m not sure I know. But I keep trying to get contact between us.
My eyes plead, and I squirm. I’m so achy and incomplete. Ineedto feel him.
His eyebrows lower into a scowl, and he stares at me.
“Do you need me to make you?”
I press my lips together.
Yes. I really want this, but I can’t. It’s stupid to ask.
“If you want me to stop, just say, ‘Zane, stop’.” He says that like the phrase is dirty and hot, and it snakes down my back. “Nosafe words. No nonsense or codes. Nothing but honesty between us.”
He pulls my dress up, and I don’t prevent him. I lean onto the tree, pulling my wrists slightly against the grip of his hands and relishing the way he doesn’t give in.
“Open your legs,” he murmurs, pushing the back of his hand against my inner thigh, and I obey.
His fingers are gentle as he caresses my bare skin, but I tremble. It’s fear, right?
God, I’m such a liar.
The words are just there. “Zane, stop.”
“You’re so young.” He sounds tortured. “But I can’t not have everything you give and more. I need you. Stop me now…”
I do not want him to stop. I want him totake, so I’m not being an idiot, or falling in… Love.
He slides his big hand over my hip with ease, and finds the seam of my knickers.
“Tell me, no, little bunny,” he says hoarsely. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” But he doesn’t hesitate.
I should object as he gently delves beneath the cotton, but instead, I let my head fall back as he reaches where I’m hot and needy. The bark of the tree digs in where I’m levering off it to get closer to him while pretending not to.
“You’re wet.” There’s approval in his words, and satisfaction. He was right.
I close my eyes as I feel a flush creep over my cheeks. I’m a whore. “No.”
“You say ‘no’.” His finger slides effortlessly into my folds. Then he brushes over my clit and I almost levitate, my body electrified. “But this says ‘yes’, little bunny.”
But I writhe, trying to get his fingers where I need them.
