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"Zayne," Emma whispers, a nervous tremble in her voice. I hear the excitement in it, too. She wants this. She's just afraid to reach for it.
"Shh, lamb." I press her back against the door, nuzzling her neck. "I've got you."
"I…I…"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
I exhale a breath, proud as hell of her. She's shy and sweet and nervous as hell. But she's eager to explore what's between us, aching for me to show her how good it can be. I think she's just afraid to place her heart into my hands when she'd be giving me the power to crush it.
She should know by now, though, that these hands were made to protect every piece of her. They were made for worshipping every part of her. I don't give a fuck how hectic her life is or how wild her aunt and grandma are, or how far she runs; I'm not going anywhere.
"Then lean back and let me show you what you've been itchin' for since I kissed you in the breakroom." I trail kisses down the tantalizing hint of cleavage her shirt reveals. The way she dresses drives me crazy. She doesn't try to hide her curvy body. She isn't ashamed of it. She dresses to accentuate the extra God gave her. And fuck me, every time I see her, I want to hit my knees and say a prayer for women designed like her.
"I thought you said those weren't kisses."
"I lied," I growl, tugging the top of her shirt down to kiss along the tops of her breasts. Jesus. I can't wait to get my mouth on them. I skim one hand down her side, loving the way she shivers and moans at my touch. Loving how fucking soft she is.
"At least you ad-admit it," she gasps.
"Admit what? That I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you mine?" I press my body close to hers, letting her feel how fucking hard she makes me. "That I'll lie, cheat, and steal my way into your heart if that's what it takes to get in there?" I nip her bottom lip, slipping my hand down her skirt. "That I've spent the last few days jerking myself raw thinking about those kisses?" My lips slide down the side of her throat, seeking out the pulse pounding there. "I admit to all of it, lamb. You drive me fucking crazy."
"You make me crazy…Oh my God!" She practically faceplants in my shoulder when I cup her pussy through her panties, not being gentle about it.
"This is mine, baby girl," I growl. And then I press my free hand over her heart. "And this is mine too. I intend on claiming both."
"Zayne," she whispers, her voice strangled.
"You want to come?"
"Y-yes. No. I don't know!"
Ah, fuck.
"You're a virgin, aren't you, lamb?"
"Yes," she whispers.
If this isn't proof she was made for me, nothing is. She's been waiting to give it to me, same as I've been waiting for her.
I flick her panties to the side, on a motherfucking mission now. "You really shouldn't have told me that if you wanted to keep me out of here," I murmur against her skin, running my thumb up her bare slit. "You'll be lucky if you make it through the night without me slippin' into your bed to claim it."
"Please. Oh, please." Her little claws dig into my shoulders, delivering a delicious bite of pain as I touch her for the first time. I want to see her, want to memorize every expression that crosses her face, but I leave the lights off, knowing just how powerful one sense can become when you lose another. I want her to feel every second of this.
I toy with her, touching every part of her hot little cunt. She's dripping for me, sticky sweet, and practically begging for me to take what belongs to me. But I keep her on the edge, running my finger in lazy circles around her hard clit. Listening to the way her breath grows choppy, and she whimpers my name. Feeling the way she trembles in my arms.
Fucking hell. Just touching her has me dancing the razor's edge. My balls are so full they hurt. My cock is so hard he's in danger of snapping in half. She hasn't even touched me, and I'm in danger of coming all over myself.
What is she doing to me? Better question, how the fuck do I convince her to keep doing it for the rest of my life?
I circle her tight little hole, driving us both crazy. Beads of sweat roll down my back. Every muscle in my body is locked tight, trying to keep me from picking her gorgeous ass up over my shoulder, finding the nearest bedroom, and railing her until she's screaming the fucking roof down around us.
"You like that, lamb?" I ask, my voice a gritty rasp of sound as I slowly press one thick finger inside of her. She writhes against the door, babbling quiet pleas. "Do you like knowing even part of me is inside you right now?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Please, Zayne."
"Please, what, lamb?"
