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“Like, as your date?”
His grin is quick. “Yeah. As my date.”
That gives me butterflies on top of the butterflies I already had. “But I don’t really have anything to wear, Zane. I’m not an eat-out-with-rich-people kind of girl.”
“Just people,” he says with a shrug. “And it’s not fancy. I’ll be wearing jeans. You’ll look great in anything.”
I want to smirk, but the magical things he’s doing with his hands makes it impossible.
“It’s just dinner out. You’ll like them. Luke and Natalie are great.”
“Okay. Just don’t ever stop doing that.”
“Did you wear this outfit to purposefully seduce me?” he asks, and my eyes snap open in surprise.
“What? No. This is a ratty old tank and boxers. It’s not exactly seduction material.”
“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he mutters, and his hands start to roam farther up my leg. “I don’t want to come off as a creep here. And I want to take things easy. Slow.”
“Hold up.” I cover his hand with mine. When he holds my gaze, I say, “Are you doing this because I said I’m a virgin, and now you think I’m some sort of weird conquest?”
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head. “God, I love how honest you are. No. Not at all. I’ve been attracted to you since you challenged me to rock, paper, scissors. And when we were in your classroom last week, I wanted to do way more than just kiss you.”
“Me, too,” I whisper and watch as his blue eyes darken.
“You can say no,” he says softly.
“Who would say no to Captain America?”
His eyes narrow. “That’s not who I am, Aubrey. I’m Zane. Just Zane. With you.”
I feel stupid for saying that. Of course, it was a ridiculous thing to say, but before I can apologize, he leans in and brushes his lips over mine.
“Say it,” he says as he skims his nose across my cheek. “Say my name.”
“Zane.” I swallow hard when he smiles against my ear.
“I like the way you say my name.” Those magical hands of his roam over my arms, and one hand cups my breast. “If you are ever uncomfortable, you just say so, Aubrey.”
I sigh.
“Did you hear me?”
I nod.
“I need to hear the words, baby.”
“I’ll say something.” My voice is rough, so different than I’ve ever heard it before. And my God, I want him. I want all of him.
His fingers are just everywhere. Suddenly, they’re inside my boxer shorts.
“You’re not wearing panties under there,” he says in surprise.
“No.” I push my fingers through his soft hair. “I’m not.”
He moans, but he doesn’t touch me there. Not yet. He’s too busy touching me everywhere else. When he pulls the tank over my head and lays me flat on my back, I don’t even have time to be self-conscious before he grins and leans in to kiss my breast.
Whose life is this? Am I dreaming?
Surely, I’m dreaming.
I’m not about to have sex with Zane Cooper.
Except, I think I am.
And it’s not because he’s a megastar actor. It’s because he’s funny, nice to me, and just a good human.
I like him for who he is.
And I know without a doubt that he likes me, too.
“You have the softest skin,” he murmurs as he trails a line of kisses down my belly. I want to cover my pouch there, but he just kisses it and keeps going happily along as if he doesn’t mind my curves at all.
His mouth journeys back up to my neck, and then my lips as his hands slide my shorts down my legs. With his eyes on mine, his fingers get to work in that most sensitive area.
“Oh, Zane.”
“That’s right.” He smiles softly. “God, I fucking love my name on your tongue. Say it again.”
His fingers move in and then out and over, making me so damn wet. I bite my lip and close my eyes, but he tugs my lip out of my teeth with his free hand.
“Say it,” he instructs me again.
“Zane.” It’s a gasp now. I can’t stop moving my legs. My hips. “Zane, I need—”
“What?” He kisses my cheek. The corner of my lips. “What do you need? Tell me.”
“You. Inside of me. God, Zane, I need you inside of me.”
“I have to grab—” He leans over, and I hear the drawer open. When I look, he has a foil packet in his hand. He opens it with his teeth, shifts around, and then nudges my legs apart with his hips.
“I didn’t even get to play with it,” I pout, but he laughs and kisses me long and slow.
“I’d make a fool of myself if you did that right now,” he says. “But there will be plenty of opportunities. Now, this might be a little uncomfortable, but I promise you, I’m going to be gentle and slow. There’s no hurry. Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
