Page 108 of Dirty Like Zane
I’d already promised myself that I’d let Zane steer the direction of things and I’d respect his needs, give him time and give him space. He had more important things to deal with right now than his fucked-up marriage to me. Which meant I had to accept the quick hugs and the general non-sexuality of ourrelationship.
But I’d never been outright denied access to Zane’s dick before. And I had to admit to myself that it made me feel weirdly off-kilter.
And a littlenervous.
I’d never had a chance to relate to Zane like this before, and as much as I’d thought I wanted it, at times… I reallydidn’t.
I mean, it was nice and all, having a little break from him chasing me all the time… for a while. But yeah. I was over thatnow.
I could really use an ass-squeeze or a kiss orsomething. Anything to assure me that yes, he still felt the same about me, and yes, I was going to be able to touch him again,someday.
When I didn’t see him anywhere, I went over to his bus. I’d already seen his driver disappear into the restaurant, and I found Shady smoking a cigaretteoutside.
“Zane’s inside?” I asked, and Shady gave me anod.
I knocked on the door, then popped my head in. “Zane?” Icalled.
“Yeah.”
The sound of his voice, a little rough, a little soft, gave megoosebumps.
That definitely hadn’tchanged.
I climbed up into the bus and shut the door. Zane was standing in the lounge, alone. He’d just finished whatever he was doing on his phone and set it on the table as he turned tome.
I gripped the papers in my hand, ready to serve up my excuse for needing to talk to him… but I didn’t even get thatfar.
He was wearing soft, plaid pajama pants—and nothingelse.
They clung way-low on his hips, like not-suitable-for-children-low, and my eyes followed his chiseled abs down to the amazing sculpted V of his groin… the deep indentations inside his hipbones, and his neatly shaven, golden treasure trail… and I fuckingsalivated.
I must’ve been ovulating or something, because no matter how much I’d gotten myself off last night, I was still horny as fuckinghell.
I’d been up half the night, unable to sleep, I wasthathorny.
Forhim.
He pulled up the pants a bit, adjusting them on his hips. It didn’t do much to cover him any better, buthe pulled up hispants.
Zane had never in his life attempted to cover more of his body in mypresence.
“Uh, Maggs? Got a face uphere.”
My eyes jumped up to his face. His beautiful face. Andshit, he was wearing his glasses. The little frameless glasses he wore sometimes to read andstuff.
I fucking loved his littleglasses.
His light-blue eyes danced with amusement. Or maybe it was affection. But he definitely didn’t smirk orgloat.
And I was reminded of that Seinfeld episode… Men get smarter when they don’t have sex, and women getstupider?
I smiled a little sheepishly. “Hi.”
“What’s up?” he asked, gently, taking the glasses off… all laid-back andsexy.
For the last almost-three weeks, despite whatever personal hell he may have been going through with his withdrawal, he’d been all laid-back and non-cocky and fucking sensible with me—and it was definitely turning meon.
Granted, Zane Traynor had been turning me on since the day we met. Since before that, actually, if you counted all the times I’d gotten myself off fantasizing about him when I didn’t even know him yet. I couldn’t possibly remember all the orgasms I’d had either as a result of him touching me, or me touching myself thinking about him touchingme.
