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In my defense, I was still only half-conscious, and besides, only a stupid, stupid woman would kick Zane Traynor out of bed. Only a crazy woman would let him into her bed in the first place, butstill.
His eyes seemed to darken in the dim light and his hand slid further down, his fingers slicking against my already-wet flesh. Then he slipped inside, filling me. His fingers curved and undulated, doing insanely pleasurable things to my insides, and Imoaned.
Okay. I was definitely awakenow.
He repositioned himself above me and kissed me. His lips were hot and by this point, familiar. I liked how they felt against mine. How he sucked on my bottom lip and made soft growling noises low in his throat when he did it, like he couldn’t help it. How he breathed faster and faster the more we kissed, like he was speeding toward the edge, and I was taking himthere.
He slipped a second finger in to join the first, twisting both fingers around as he fucked me with them. I squirmed and moaned, unable to resist the almost-overwhelming pleasure. It just felt sogood.
So. Fucking.Good.
I should’ve put a stop to it righthere.
A smarter Maggie, a Maggie of twenty-four hours ago, would have. But she wouldn’t have been in bed with Zane in the firstplace.
Which meant she would’ve missed out on this unbelievably pleasurablebliss.
But, yes. I should’ve stopped it. Last night was onething.
A separate, one-timething.
A crazy ending to a fucked-up night, prompted by hours of built-up, pent-up sexual tension. I’d been ditched mid-foreplay by Coop, and I was pissed off at my dad. I’d been humiliated and hurt. I was a little high. And a lotdrunk.
But now? What excuse did I have for letting him do this tome?
I was no longer drunk. Not even abit.
In the dim morning light, I was as stone-cold sober as it could get, and still I spread my legs forZane.
I writhed and undulated beneath him, screwing his hand, wanting more. Even as I did it, I knew I was overthinking things. Zane had warned me not to do that. Actually, he’d kind of ordered me notto.
Well, fuck that. I didn’t follow hisorders.
I pushed him up and off, throwing one leg over him and shoving him down on his back, straddling him. His fingers were still inside me, and I rode them with all the pent-up frustration I still had left. There was a lot of it, apparently. Maybe until last night, when I’d fucked Zane—three times—I’d never realized how hard I held things in. Didn’t realize it until I actually let loose and it all came rushingout.
So. Much.Tension.
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down to him, kissing me fiercely as I kept riding his hand. The man had a wicked, talented tongue… but I gave back everything I got. I ravaged him, sucked on him, ate him alive, taking everything that was mine in this moment with my lips, my tongue and my teeth. It was hot and wet and all kinds of greedy. It wasmessy.
It waschaos.
It was becomingaddictive.
It was only a few hours since we’d fallen asleep, but technically it was kind of a new day. The day I was supposed to get off my masochistic ass and get my shit together. Deal with the last night of the tour. Wrap things up with Brody and fly home. Say goodbye to the band, fornow.
Say goodbye toZane.
I’d see him again in a few months, when promotion for Jesse’s solo album, which was coming out soon, really rampedup.
Maybe even beforethat.
But between now and then? Zane would do what Zane did. He could be with a hell of a lot of other women. I had no claim on him, despite what happened lastnight.
I didn’t want a claim on him. Or so I kept telling myself, again and again, last night in the dark, as we claimed each other… again andagain.
But we were here right now, and he was willing. There was nothing standing between us anymore. No one else, no booze, no distractions… other than my busy brain. Here, in the near-dark… it was just me andZane.
And no one ever had toknow.
