His hand slips under my shirt, moves it higher, his warm palm gliding over my ribs, then cupping my breast. His thumb drags across my nipple.
I gasp, the sound embarrassingly immediate.
He lowers his mouth to my ear. “I love that sound.” His voice is rough and so close I feel it more than hear it.
His mouth finds my throat, and talking becomes considerably less important than everything else happening.
His hand slides lower. Down over my stomach. Between my thighs.
When his fingers find my pussy, his whole body goes still when he discovers how wet I am for him.
“Fuck, Sky.” The words come out wrecked, breathed against my jaw like something he did not plan to say out loud, but he says anyway. His tongue glides slowly along my lips. “Is this all for me?”
My cheeks heat. “Yes.”
His eyes lift to mine and hold there, dark and blown wide. The expression in them is the most unguarded thing I have ever seen on his face.
Chapter 13
Zane
Ipull the shirt over Skylar’s head, lean down, and drag my tongue over her nipple, watching her face the entire time because her face has always been my favorite part of this.
The sound that escapes her mouth goes straight to my cock.
Her fingers find me through my jeans a second later, wrapping around the length of me through the denim, stroking slowly, as if she has all the time in the world and knows exactly what she is going to do with it.
“You’re hard,” she says.
“You’re surprised?”
“You’re always hard.”
“Sky.” I look up at her, my mouth still against her nipple. “Stop fucking talking and take what you want from me.”
Something shifts in her eyes. That specific one that means she has made a decision and that I am going to enjoy every second of the consequences.
She flips me onto my back.
She straddles me, pins my wrists above my head, and looks down at me with her hair loose around her shoulders, and the expression of a woman who has just remembered she is entirely capable of being in charge of this situation.
It is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. It still destroys me every time.
“There she is,” I say.
“Shut up,” she says, before kissing me.
Her tongue slides in filthy strokes against mine as her hand finds my cock again through the denim and strokes. The combination of her mouth, her hand, and her weight on top of me sends heat flooding through me so fast that my hips roll up into her.
I slide my hand up her thigh.
She gasps against my mouth when my fingers find her pussy, warm and wet and so ready for me that the sound I make is not entirely dignified. I run one soft smooth pass through her folds, and then I stop.
She pulls back, looking down at me.
I grin up at her.
“Zane.”
