He lifted her pinned wrist up from the bed, turned her hand over, and kissed her palm. The movement was so tender, so shocking, that for a moment she could only lie there watching his movements. Then he leaned in and kissed her again, and everything got lost. Her thoughts were swirled up in the slick glide of his tongue against hers, in the heat of his touch. His body over hers.
She was still wearing her jeans and her hiking boots. He was completely naked. She could feel the hard jut of his arousal pressing against her hip bone.
She wanted more. Wanted everything.
He obliged. He pushed his hands down beneath the waistband of her jeans, and she knew that he found her wet and slick for him. His touch was like a match being struck, white heat streaking through her when his fingertips made contact with her clitoris. She was pretty accomplished at self-pleasure. A woman who made it to her age untouched by the hands of another human had to be.
But that was nothing like this.
She had no control over this. His hands were moving wherever they wanted to, claiming whatever they wanted to.
And it was Zane.
She looked up, her eyes clashing with his. His thumb moved over her clit again as he kept on looking deep into her soul, and she couldn’t tell which had her strung out more. His gaze or his touch. Maybe she needed both to feel like this.
She whimpered.
“Good?” He asked, his voice low.
“Yes,” she whispered.
The smile that spread over his face was unlike any of the smiles she’d seen. This one was wicked. Dirty. This one lit her on fire from the inside out.
He shifted his wrist, and then he pushed a finger inside of her. She gasped with the unfamiliar sensation, but then he pushed a second finger deep inside of her.
She gasped, grabbing his forearms. “Okay?” He asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
It felt good. It just surprised her. Shocked her.
But it was so good.
He worked his fingers inside of her at the same time as he teased the most sensitive part of her. And when she quit trying to anticipate. Quit trying to control things. It just felt good. Great even.
She arched her hips up and met his fingers, and gave herself up to it. To him.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave. She flexed her feet, gripping the sheets as she whimpered out her climax, trying not to scream.
That same wicked smile was on his face when he undid the button on her jeans and pulled them down her hips. Then he found himself snagged on her boots, and paused to untie them and pulled them off, taking everything else off too.
Then she was naked in front of him.
He was down by her ankles, and he pushed his hands up to her knees, forcing her legs apart, and she ridiculously found herself trying to close them. Ridiculous because they were going to have sex, so why the sudden influx of maidenly modesty? It was a bit silly.
But she couldn’t help herself. No one had ever looked at her… like that. At least nobody without a medical degree.
He kissed her calf, the inside of her knee, and then moved right to where she was wet and needy for him.
His tongue was demanding, and he pushed his fingers back inside of her as he licked her mercilessly.
There was no introduction, no pausing, no question about if she was okay.
She was better than okay. She was flying. She was on another planet.
What he could do with his tongue, his lips, that was a true hidden talent. The man was so standoffish, so difficult to get close to, but who knew? All you had to do was get naked, and then it felt very easy to get intimate with him.
He would go right in. No hesitation.
