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“I know we said we’d take it slow, but god, Lori, I don’t think I can wait. I want you so much.” He nuzzled her neck. “Tell me you feel the same way.”
She wanted him, too. So much. Her scar itched, its timing unwelcome, yet another reminder she hadn’t told him what had happened in India. But they were building toward the inevitable climax, and then he’d see, and all her secrets would spill out in the exact opposite way she intended.
Maybe she could ask him to leave the lights off, tell him she was nervous after so long apart. That might work. It had to work. All she had to do was keep his hands away from her chest.
Easier said than done.
“I do.” She turned her face up for a kiss. “I feel the same.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Would you think badly of me if I said let’s cut and run and head back to my place? If I don’t get inside you soon, I think I’m going to explode.”
“Make it my place instead of yours and you’ve got yourself a deal.” She’d have more control at her apartment. After they slept together, she could wear something appropriate that hid the truth she wasn’t yet ready to tell him. Christ, she was making this so complicated. Maybe her parents were right and she should just blurt it out. So what if it ruined the evening? At least she wouldn’t have to hide from him. Zane was the last man she should hide anything from.
Something stopped her, though. A voice that insisted this wasn’t the right time. The broken girl who’d sent a four-word text to the man she loved knowing it’d shatter his heart wanted one night for herself. Just one, before she crushed him all over again.
He arched a brow. “Something wrong with my place?” And then he clasped a hand to his forehead. “Forget I asked. I’m an idiot. She didn’t live there, though. We never took that step.”
It took her a few seconds to follow his ramblings, and then she caught up. He was talking about his ex-girlfriend and had assumed she didn’t want to go back to his place, knowing he’d had another woman there.
“It’s not that. I’m just more comfortable in my apartment. You don’t mind, do you?”
He touched their heads together, his eyes on hers. “I get to be inside you, Lori. I don’t care where it happens, as long as it does.”
A frisson of pleasure trickled down her spine, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Then let’s go.”
Dayton’s car glided to a stop in front of The Vortex, surprising her. Had the driver been waiting down the street this entire time for them to appear? God, how the other half lived. She’d expected to have to flag down a cab, assuming the limo was a one-way ticket.
The driver alighted from the car and hopped up onto the sidewalk, greeting them with a professional smile. “Where to, Miss James?”
“My apartment, please.”
“You got it.” He opened the door, and they climbed in. Seconds later, they were on their way. Zane activated the privacy screen and pulled her onto his lap. Benefits of a flowing skirt meant she didn’t have to hitch the thing around her waist. Not that she’d have minded all that much. Anything to get closer to Zane’s impossibly hard erection. She rocked against him, earning a groan in response.
She ran her thumb along his lower lip. “Kiss me.”
His hand pressed to the back of her head, and he brought their lips together, his mouth urgent and demanding, his tongue dominant. She happily ceded control, letting him set the pace. His fingers traced up her sides, then roamed over her back before clutching her ass and rubbing her against his cock. A hot flush raced from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
They had at least fifteen minutes, right?
Lori tugged down his zipper and dipped inside his boxers, wrapping her hand around his shaft. More than thirteen years melted away as she slipped off his lap and kneeled in the footwell. A benefit of limousines was the room they afforded. She just hoped the driver was careful and didn’t crash the car. As desire rolled through her, it occurred to her that she didn’t care if he did.
“God, Lori,” Zane groaned.
She took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the smooth crown, tasting his precum. Zane’s hips jerked upward, and he hit the back of her throat. She almost gagged. Relaxing her throat, she worked him with her hand, her tongue, her lips, making enthusiastic noises that spurred him on.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that.” He threw his head back. “Christ, I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
Her jaw ached, but nothing would stop her from bringing him to climax. She sensed he was close, his hips pistoning as he edged toward orgasm. Gently, she cupped his balls and squeezed.
“Oh, shit.”
His cock jerked, and the first spurt of semen hit her tongue. She swallowed as the second, third, and fourth followed in quick succession. The familiarity of his blissful expression brought her to the edge with no external stimulation. One touch to her clit, and she’d explode. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, controlling the urge of her body to seek its own release. They had all night. Plenty of time to explore each other. For now, her pleasure came from giving, and by the lazy way he looked down at her with a hooded gaze filled with adoration, she’d achieved her aim.
“Come here,” he murmured, lifting her off the floor. He settled her over his semi-hard cock, rolling his hips back and forth. Each movement brushed her clit, bringing her right back to the precipice.
“Stop. I’m so damn close, Zane.”
“So?”
