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She lies down on the bed next to me, pulling the covers down. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to see her reaction to the state I’m in. She smells like pine, which makes my brow furrow. Usually, Sandy wears a perfume that smells like cupcakes. Lips press to my forehead and my eyes snap open to find Zane looking down at me with concern.
My eyes widen so much I wonder if they’ll pop out of the socket, though I know there are a lot of muscles and nerves that need to be severed before an eye can be removed. “What are you doing here?” I frown, but don’t pull away when he wraps his arm around my waist. “Did you pick my lock?”
Zane smirks. “Do you really think I’d let a lock stand between us?Of course I picked it. I was worried about you and your phone went right to voice mail.”
“I turned it off because I don’t want to talk.”
“I don’t count,” he disagrees. “If you just want to lie there and cry, fine, but I’m going to be here to hold you while you do it. If you want to yell and throw things, I’ll watch. If you need to hurt someone, I’ll go get them and help you hide the body when you’re done. You don’t get to run and hide from me. I won’t allow it.”
His words are dark and maybe a bit obsessive, but it’s honestly the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips before snuggling into his chest and pressing my nose to his throat. His chin hooks over my head and his arms wrap around me. We’re quiet for such a long time before I finally say something. “Does he think I’m stupid now?” I ask quietly, almost hoping he fell asleep.
Zane pulls me in tighter. “No. He doesn’t think that. He was worried when you took off like that. We both were. Is it really that important that he likes you?”
I nod my head. “I came here to take his class. Probably a stupid idea, honestly. This will be the first place my dad looks.”
Zane pulls away to look down at me, his brows furrowed. “Why?”
I pull away, sitting up on the mattress, holding my knees to my chest to rest my chin on my knee. “He probably has no idea, but he saved my life. We never met or anything. My name is nowhere in any of his case files, but he saved my life.” I set my cheek against my knee so I can see Zane propped up on his elbow watching me. “It’s honestly so stupid, but I’ve been kind of obsessed with him since then.”
Zane pushes himself up, lowering his chin. “Have you been stalking him?”
He surprisingly doesn’t sound judgmental when he asks, which is probably the only reason I show him. I lean over his legs and reach under the bed, pulling out a large binder. I hand it over to him without a word. Zane flips through the binder with all kinds of information on Cain Price. “So yeah, I’ve been stalking him online, and I came here to learn from him.”
Zane looks up at me, closing the binder. “Are you in love with him?”
I shrug. “When I was younger, I thought I was, but I don’t really know him. I know it’s obsession, not love. I used to tell my dad I was going to marry Cain Price, and he’d laugh and tell me I could marry whoever I want, but he lied. I don’t know, I came here because he saved me once. I thought maybe he’d save me again.”
Zane wraps his palm around the back of my neck, pulling me into a blistering kiss so hot I forgot about everything but the feeling of his lips on mine. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine. “We’ll save you, but you’re marrying me; not Cain.”
I chuckle. “Fine, but only if we can get married by Elvis in Vegas.”
Zane smiles. “I know you’re joking, but I accept your proposal. No take-backsies.”
I’m not sure what gave him the impression it was a joke, but before I can say anything, he’s kissing me and my arms are wrapping around his neck as we fall back on the mattress. My legs wrap around his waist. He groans as his hips rock against mine. A moan escapes between our lips as he rocks against me again. His hands ball into fists at my hips and he pushes himself up, his hips still resting against mine, and I take the opportunity to roll mine against his.
Zane’s eyes close and his face pinches. “Again.”
I comply, rolling my hips against his. His hardness and the rough fabric of his jeans give me just enough friction to shoot sparks down my spine every time I rub against him. My hips move in a compulsive rhythm. Zane starts moving his in just the right rhythm to add even more pressure and friction where I really want it.
I start to move more erratically. “Zane,” I whimper.
His eyes meet mine and one hand grips my hips to help me keep pace. The tight grip on my hip and his eyes boring into mine send me over the edge. I cry out as my legs spasm. “Fuck,” Zane groans, pressing his forehead against my shoulder as his body tenses and relaxes repeatedly. I wrap my arms around him as he finally sags against me.
Zane pulls away, pushing himself completely off me. We both lookdown at the wet spot blooming across the front of his jeans. “Didn’t think about the mess,” he says with a chuckle.
I wince. “I’ve got a pair of sweatpants that might fit you. They’ll be short, but it’ll be better than that.”
I roll out from under him, opening my bottom drawer to pull out a pair of gray sweats that are a bit too big for me since I bought them online and didn’t want to bother with returning them. I hand the pants to him and he stares at me for a long moment before turning his back on me. He pushes his jeans and boxers down.
I should probably turn away to give him some privacy, but I don’t. My teeth end up between my lips as I watch him pull the too-small pants up and over his ass. He turns to find me watching him and I pull my eyes up to his, giving him a wide, innocent look even though I know I was caught. He ends up pushing the cuffs of the sweats up to his calves so it looks more like a questionable fashion choice than him wearing girls’ pants because he came in his own.
Once he’s decent again, he steps toward me with a dark look in his eyes. I stay still, not knowing what he’s thinking. Hands grip my hips, pushing me down until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. “If you think I’m done with you, you’re wrong.” He pushes me back so I’m lying sideways across the bed with my legs hanging off the side.
His hands go to my waistband. “Is this okay?” He doesn’t move until I nod, and then he yanks my shorts and panties off in one go. “I’ve been doing some research,” he says, pressing my thighs apart.
He leans forward and his breaths fan across my pussy. I gasp when his tongue darts out to drag up from opening to clit. Repeating the motion twice more, he groans each time. “The internet taught me the alphabet,” he tells me before he focuses his mouth on my clit.
“Zane!” I gasp as my hips jump on the mattress.
