“Knees up, sweetheart. Curl up and bring them to your chest.” Zane’s deep voice slid over her like a warm blanket. The morning light was already streaming through the crack in the curtains, filling the master bedroom of her new rental with the soft rays of dawn.
Half asleep, her body languid and relaxed, she complied, curling up in front of him, half wondering what he was up to now.
His hand slid over her ass to cup her sex, now fully exposed to his questing fingers. “You’re so wet. That’s my fault. I couldn’t keep my hands off you all night.” He slicked a finger through her folds and brushed her wetness along her inner thigh. “I never saw you drunk before. You were very affectionate. Shooter should be out of the hospital this afternoon. I only hit him a coupla times. And Patches is … well, we can go visit him tomorrow.”
Evie groaned and turned her face into the pillow. “Don’t tell me anything else.”
“So you don’t want to hear the part where you tried to rip off my clothes?” His hand stroked down her body to caress her breast, then over her curves to touch her intimately once more. Evie gasped as pleasure surged through her. She released her knees, and Zane growled softly.
“Don’t move. Back in position.”
Evie bit back a smile. She liked this side of him, confident, dominant, unyielding. It was a side she hadn’t seen when they were young, but she had always suspected was there.
He kissed her neck, then bit her gently as his finger pressed against her wet entrance. “All ready for me. But then you were ready for me hours ago, weren’t you, sweetheart?” He licked the bite, wrapped one arm around her knees, and before she realized what he intended, he drove his cock into her hard and deep.
“Oh, God.” No teasing. No more foreplay. But she was more than ready for him.
Her body tensed at the intimate intrusion, but in the tight position she couldn’t move to relieve the pressure, or shift to accommodate him in any other way. The world narrowed to the slide of his cock into her pussy, the press of flesh on flesh, and the deep sensations as he pushed inside inch by inch, so slowly she wanted to scream, to rock her hips …
Zane ground against her until he was buried to the hilt. “Take me, Evie. Take all of me and let me take care of you.”
Her senses heightened: his scent of sex with a hint of cologne; his body warm around her and hard inside her; the taste of his last kiss before she fell asleep; and the sight of him moving gently behind her in the mirror across from the bed. So erotic.
He always wanted to take care of her. And yet, although she loved his protectiveness, she didn’t need it. Not anymore. Maybe, for once, she could take care of him in the bedroom; she could drive him crazy, the way he did to her. She could be in control.
Evie twisted away then quickly turned and gently pushed Zane to his back. She straddled him, his shaft nestled between her folds, grinning as his face registered surprise, then curiosity.
“How about I take care of you?” She rocked over him, and Zane’s corded throat tightened when he swallowed.
“How about you do that when I’m inside you?”
“Not yet.” Evie licked her lips. “I want to play.” She leaned up to kiss him, easing herself up until his swollen head brushed her entrance. Zane groaned, clamped his hands on her hips and tried to pull her down.
“If you’re naughty, you don’t get to be inside me at all.” She feathered kisses over the soft bristles on his jaw, down his neck, over his pecs, then licked her way along the ridges of his abdomen. Zane threaded his hands through her hair, his finger gripping her scalp.
“If I’d known you were planning to torture me, I would never have come back.”
“It’s a good kind of torture,” she said as she slid down between his legs. “The kind where you get to beg.”
She flicked her tongue over his crown and Zane growled. “You do that again, and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
She licked.
He grabbed her shoulders, hauled her up, and settled her on top of his rock hard shaft. “You got two choices, sweetheart. We do this your way, with you on top, or my way, with you beneath me. But both of them involve me inside you by the time I finish talking.”
With a laugh, Evie lifted her hips and took him deep. His cock slid easily into her wet center, and she gasped with pleasure.
“My, what a big cock you have,” she teased.
“All the better to fuck you with.” He gripped her hips and filled her with slow, easy thrusts.
“Ah. Ah.” Evie gritted her teeth, trying to resist the urge to grind against him. “I’m doing the fucking. You’re doing the watching.” She cupped her breasts, rolled each nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the sensation all the more intense for Zane’s rapt attention, his taut muscles, and the jerk of his hips as he tried to entice her to give in to the passion burning between them.
She slid one hand down to her clit, and stroked gently around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her heart pounded, as everything inside her clenched tight, making her tremble with pent-up desire.
“Evie.” Zane groaned. “Sweetheart. You’re too fucking sexy. Too hot. Too wet. I can’t take any more.”
“You want me to take care of you?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He shuddered as she rocked over his shaft.
“You want me to take care of you the way you take care of me?”
“Yes. God, Evie. Yes. Please.”
Falling forward, hands on his shoulders, she lifted her hips and took him inside as far as he could go. “Okay, baby.” She pulled up, slow and easy, then drove down hard and fast, grinding her clit against him in a steady rhythm until soft ragged whimpers escaped his lips, and her muscles ached. Zane cupped her ass and took over, driving her down as he thrust inside her, driving her to the edge, her muscles taut and trembling, her breaths coming in pants. She reached between them, brushed a finger over her clit. Her climax came without warning—a sharp burst of pleasure that ripped the breath from her lungs.
“Christ.” He came with a grunt and one last hard thrust, his arms tightening around her, his cock jerking with his release.
Evie collapsed over his chest, buried her face in his neck, felt the steady throb of his pulse against her cheek.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he said. “It just gets better and better.”
Evie laughed. “I aim to please.”
“Actually, I think you aim to drive me crazy in all senses of the word.” He caressed her back, his hand gliding from her nape to her ass and back again. “If it goes wrong in Stanton, Jagger’s gonna bust me outta jail. I’ll have to go on the run…”
“We’ll deal with that problem if it comes up,” she murmured. “And whatever happens, we’ll find a way to be together. I don’t want to lose you again. All those years I woke up so lonely it hurt, so empty I didn’t think I could get out of bed … it was because I missed you. I’ve been looking for you ever since.”
“We’ll make it through this.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re all I ever thought about, Evie, from the moment I left until I saw you again. And now I have you and Ty…”
She Evie heard footsteps in the hall outside the door and threw herself to the side, yanking the covers over them.
The door creaked open and Evie pushed herself up on one elbow. She could feel Zane tense behind her.
“Fuck. The door. I forgot.”
“Mom? How come you’re…” Ty froze in the doorway, stared at Zane. Then his face tightened.
“How come he’s here?”
“Zane brought me home late from the party.” Evie pulled the sheet up over her shoulder. “So he decided to sleep over.”
“But he’s on my side of the bed.” Ty’s voice wavered. “And he’s sleeping on my pillow.”
Damn. She fished around on the floor for her nightdress and then remembered Zane had put her to bed. Naked. “It was just for tonight, darling.”