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“That’s it.” He tapped at his screen one more time, took her hand and out the door they went.
Just like Allison had always wanted.
Eleven
This was crazy. Absolutely certifiable. But something about the impetuousness of stealing away from her brother’s house with Zane, like a couple of brazen teenagers, made it so thrilling. Perhaps it was because at this time yesterday, when they’d been on the plane back to New Jersey, she’d been convinced this was never going to happen again. It might be foolish and stupid, but she had a glimmer of optimism. She hoped like hell Zane wouldn’t end up quashing it again. If he did, the disappointment would be of her making. She’d said yes to this. She’d gone with him because her heart had convinced her to take another chance.
Zane was showing off with the car, taking turns a little too fast, changing lanes when he had a whisper-thin margin of error and generally acting as though he didn’t care about repercussions. Allison sat back in the seat and allowed him his macho moment while she studied his grip on the steering wheel and counted the seconds until they would be at his place and those glorious hands of his could be all over her naked body.
The trip probably clocked in at under twenty minutes, but all of that anticipation made it feel as though it had been a cross-country trek. She’d never been to Zane’s place before, which was in one of the newest and most exclusive neighborhoods in town. The street was lined with stately houses, but Allison found Zane’s to be the most beautiful. Tucked away on top of a hill, a long stone driveway leading to it, the sprawling home was an oasis in this bustling town. She couldn’t help but think about how it was so much like Zane—on its own, standing apart, quietly magnificent.
He opened one of three garage bays and pulled the car inside. Two other gleaming sports cars and a motorcycle were already parked there. Zane had done well for himself with his business. That much was clear. He turned off the ignition, and they were both noticeably rushing to get inside. He opened the door for her, shut off his security system via a keypad and took her hand, marching through the mostly dark house. They traveled through an unbelievable kitchen, nearly three times the size of Allison’s back in LA, then down a central hall toward the back of the house. Allison was busy trying to look at everything—she wanted to soak up every bit of Zane’s tastes. She wanted to scrutinize the artwork and try to speculate about what had drawn him to the pieces he’d chosen. She wanted to do the same with furniture and paint colors. She wanted to know him inside and out.
“A tour would be nice,” she said when they’d reached a set of tall double doors at the end of the hall.
Zane pushed them open and flipped a light switch. “I know. Let’s start here.”
Allison stepped into the most stunning, jaw-dropping bedroom she’d ever seen, which was saying a lot since Zane was adjusting the dimmer to a level fit for seduction. The space was like something out of a magazine, with a soaring cathedral ceiling, a spacious seating area to one side with a modern charcoal-gray sectional sofa and a TV, and at the very center of the room, a gorgeously appointed bed. She took her chance to run her hand over the crisp white duvet, the threads silky beneath her touch. This room was nothing short of sheer perfection.
Zane came up behind her, gripping her shoulders and pressing his long frame against her back. He kissed her neck softly, bringing her body to a gentle boil. “Do you approve?”
Allison’s eyes drifted shut, luxuriating in the action of his lips as he skimmed them over the delicate spot beneath her ear. “Which part? The room or your amazing mouth?”
He spun her around and wrapped her up in his arms, drawing her flat against his chest and kissing her deeply. His tongue wasn’t playing—he was determined, consumed by a drive she could not see, but could certainly feel. “You were all I could think about last night. And this morning. And all day at work.”
“Really?” she asked, grinning to herself in the dark.
“Yes, really.”
“What were you thinking?” She’d shared her fantasy with him...if he’d taken the time to think up one about her, she wanted to hear it. Every last word.
“About you and the sarong.” He dug his fingers into her hair, gently tugging at her nape to encourage her to drop her head to one side.
“I’m listening. What else?”
His mouth, hot and wet, skated down the length of her neck, settling in the slope where it met her shoulder. One hand went to the zipper on her dress, slowly drawing it down while the other grabbed her backside. “I’m not as good at this as you are.”
“Something tells me you could be great at this if you just applied yourself.” She untucked his shirt and threaded her hands underneath it, exploring the landscape of his muscled back. “Don’t think too much about it. Just tell me what happens with me and you and the sarong.” To encourage him, she placed one hand flat on his crotch and rubbed his erection through his dress pants.
A raspy groan escaped his throat. “I untie it. I take it off.”
She unhooked his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped them. Slipping her hand down the front of his boxer briefs, she caressed his solid length with her fingers. “Good. What else?”
“In my fantasy, you’re already naked. No bathing suit.” With a pop, he undid the clasp of her bra, then pulled the dress and the rest of the ensemble forward, leaving her chest bare to him. “I love your breasts. They’re so perfect. Silky and velvety. I love the way they fit in my hands. So I do this.” He lowered his head, cupped both breasts with his hands and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Teasing. Flicking. Then sucking.
Allison’s eyes fluttered shut as white flames of lust seemed to envelop her thighs. She was so hot for him already. Having him tell her what he liked about her body was only heightening the experience. “That feels so good, Zane. You have no idea.”
He dropped to his knees, pulling her dress down to the floor. She kicked her heels off, and he sat back on his haunches, gazing up at her like she was a goddess. “You didn’t have these panties on in my fantasy, but I like them. They’re sexy.” He hooked his finger under the waistband of her lacy black undies, traveling from one hip to the other, just gently grazing her most delicate area at the center. “But they need to go.” He tugged them past her hips, leaving her to step out of them. Then he stood back up. “In my fantasy, you’re so wet for me.”
Allison thought she might melt into a puddle. She also knew she couldn’t take so little nakedness from him. Her fingers flew through the buttons of his shirt as he reached down between her legs, separating her delicate folds with his fingers.
“Yes. Exactly like this.” He rubbed her apex firmly in a circle, kissing her neck again, using his tongue to drive her wild. With every rotation of his hand, he was sending her toward her peak. Pushing her closer to the edge.
“I want you. There’s no hiding it.” It took every ounce of strength she had to push his pants to the floor, but she had to have him in her hand. She needed to even the score between them. She stroked firmly, from base to tip, and kissed his chest. “What comes next?”
“Then I make love to you in several gravity-defying positions.” He laughed against his lips. “I turned myself into quite the performer in this fantasy.”
She smiled, but she wanted to explore this idea. She wanted to know his steamiest thoughts and act on them. “Show me.”
