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Not Nearly Done
Zanewasrelievedto find JT not at home when they arrived. Despite all the bad news he had to deliver over the years, he had never been able to develop a decent poker face. He knew JT would know something was up as soon as he saw his face and he would hate to have to lie to him. He wanted to try to build a positive relationship with Maggie’s brother since he planned to be sticking around.
He dropped his bag on the floor in the hall as Maggie dug in the refrigerator for something for dinner. “JTs been trying out a ton of new appetizers so, if you’re up for it, dinner could be lots of small bites.” She grinned over her shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow in question.
“Sounds good to me,” Zane agreed.
Soon the table was covered in containers of various sizes. Maggie started to uncover the selections and Zane’s jaw dropped. It looked like JTs talents were not confined to simple cafe food. These looked as good as anything he had been offered at the multitude of high-end functions he had to attend. Small meatballs, intricate dumplings and pretty canapes soon littered the kitchen table. Maggie grabbed two plates from the cabinet and a pitcher of sweet tea from the fridge before she sat next to him.
“This looks amazing,” Zane said. “I had no idea he could do things like this. Not that everything he makes doesn’t taste fantastic.”
“He hasn’t gotten to do much of it until recently when we started building the catering side of the business,” Maggie advised. “It’s one of his favorite things though. He feels like it gives him an outlet for his creative side, more variety.”
They traded and fed each other morsels of selections they found especially tasty. Everything was delicious but he liked watching her more than the eating. Even just reaching for a container or the way her hand rested under a bite to avoid drips as she led it to his mouth was mesmerizing. But watching her mouth open and her teeth close around the small bites he fed her soon had Zane’s pants feeling a bit too tight. He squirmed in his seat.
Finally, touching Maggie became more important than continuing to fill his belly.
“Try this,” he implored her, dipping his finger in the sweet chili sauce that they were using for Thai dumplings and drawing it across her bottom lip, covering it like an edible gloss. Before she could lick it off, he leaned forward and sucked the red lip into his mouth. He could feel the tingle of the chilis on his lips and tongue along with the taste that was indelibly Maggie’s. She sighed with pleasure, and she blinked slowly.
“C’mere,” he mumbled into her lips and grasped her waist, lifting her to straddle his lap in the high-backed kitchen chair. Maggie gave a little squeak but quickly settled snug against the hard length of him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He continued to lick and suck softly at her lips the sting of the chilis adding to the sensory overload of her taste in his mouth, her scent surrounding him. When the sweet, spicy flavor of the sauce was gone and just Maggie’s taste remained, he pulled back for a moment to look at her. Her lush lips were dark and swollen from his kisses and the chili sauce.
“Delicious,” he declared, licking his own lips.
“Very,” she agreed, her eyes wandered to his at half-mast. “I think I’m still hungry.”
Zane gave her a grin. “I definitely am,” he said, his lips taking hers again, more hungrily, while running his hands up under the back of her shirt needing to feel her warm flesh skin to skin as well. He held her to him tightly as he left her mouth to nip the sensitive skin of her earlobe. She gasped.
“You like that, baby, don’t you?” Zane inquired, his voice gone low and thick.
“Mmmmhmmm,” she uttered, words starting to fail her. Her head tilted back to give him better access to the place on her neck that drove her to distraction.
Zane complied to her silent request without hesitation, his mouth continuing a trail down the column of her throat, nipping with teeth and soothing with tongue. She started to wiggle in his lap, her hands gripping his hair. “Tell me what you want, baby. All you have to do is ask.”
“What I want is to come into my kitchen without walking in on a porno,” a loud male voice answered. Their heads flew up in surprise. Zane’s head hit her in the chin and she yelped. JT stood leaning against the doorway, arms crossed against his chest, a scowl on his face.
Zane dropped his head to Maggie’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. Shit, caught in the act. This was not the impression he had wanted to make on Maggie’s brother, especially since he had invited himself to stay for a few days. “Sorry, man. Didn’t know you were home yet.” He gave Maggie’s behind a little swat and helped her to stand.
She blushed furiously and rubbed her chin. She refused to let JT intimidate her anymore, however. It was her home as well. She met his eyes full on. “Well, we’ll just clean this up and get out of your way,” she said, nodding to him. She turned to clear the table and put away dishes.
JT sighed and rubbed a hand over his face then made a shooing motion with a hand. “Naw, y’all go on. I’m going to fix myself a snack anyway,” he said, seemingly resigned. “if there are safe surfaces to eat on,” he muttered under his breath.
Maggie's lips quirked up at the shot. "Thank you, brother mine," she said and raised on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. She caught a quick tip up of his lips before he expelled a breath. "Yeah, yeah. I'm amazing. Go on."
Zane rose and threw an arm around Maggie’s shoulders. He stifled a grin with his other hand. “Sorry, again, man. See you later.”
“Later,” JT waved a hand at the couple, not looking at them, piling food on a plate. It was going to be hard stifling his feelings about his sister having a man over but he knew Dani was right. She was happier than he’d seen her in years and if it took him pushing down his protective instincts, that was what had to happen. He wanted to keep seeing the happy glow Maggie radiated when Zane was around, even if it killed him.
When they made it to her bedroom, Zane kicked the door shut with a foot and spun her back against it, trapping her between his arms. She shot him a smile but he looked at her like he wanted to devour her. “Now where were we?” he growled in her ear.
Maggie swallowed hard. His hot breath in her ear making her shiver with desire. “I think you were right about there,” she responded breathily. “Or maybe here.” She pointed to a spot on her neck just below her earlobe. She felt Zane smile against her neck.
“I think you’re right,” he agreed and continued the onslaught of tongue and teeth down her neck. He undid the top two buttons on her blouse to have better access to her collarbone. Maggie sucked in a breath as his finger traced along the skin there. She purred as his mouth followed his finger in a sizzling trail across the thin bone. That sound again!
He growled deep in his chest and suddenly Maggie needed her hands on his warm skin in the worst way. She tugged his dress shirt out of his pants and started fighting with the tiny buttons.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed as she heard one of the buttons skittering across the hardwood floor.
“Doesn’t matter,” Zane assured her quickly, need evident in his voice. He pulled himself away from her body just long enough to get rid of the offending clothing and pull Maggie’s blouse over her head. He didn’t have any more time for buttons.
