His mouth left mine and moved to my jaw, then the side of my neck. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.”
His teeth grazed my skin.
“More specific, Daphne.”
The low command in his voice almost took my knees out.
“Your mouth,” I said. “Your hands. I want you to make me come.”
Zane’s groan was filthy and beautiful.
“Good girl,” he said.
The praise hit low and hard. I grabbed his shoulders, and he lifted me onto the edge of the dock like I weighed nothing. The old wood was hot under my thighs. He stood between my knees in the shallows, water darkening his jeans, and looked at me like every rule had burned down except the one where I had to keep choosing this.
“Tank off?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pulled it over my head and dropped it on the dock beside me. His gaze moved over my bra, my flushed skin, the rise and fall of my breathing.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said.
The words were plain, and my throat tightened because I believed him.
I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra before courage could leave me. Zane watched every movement. When I slid the straps down and dropped the bra on top of my tank, his chest rose on a hard breath.
“Daphne.”
My name sounded wrecked in his mouth.
I should’ve been self-conscious. I was a little. But his face, his hands, the way he stood there in the water like touching me was the only thing holding him still, burned the worst of it away.
He cupped my breasts with both hands.
My head tipped back.
His palms were callused, gentle for one second, then less careful when I arched into him. He stroked his thumbs over my nipples, and the sharp pull of it went straight to my pussy.
“Oh,” I breathed.
Zane bent and took one nipple into his mouth.
I cried out before I could stop myself.
He sucked, slow and firm, while his hand worked my other breast. My fingers shoved into his hair. The short strands were soft against my palms, and the scrape of his jaw against my skin made my hips lift toward him.
“Louder,” he said against me.
“There’s no one here.”
“That wasn’t why I said it.”
I stared down at him, breathless.
His eyes lifted to mine. “I want to hear you.”
