Page 124 of Dirty Like Zane
If he wanted me, he’d make itknown.
If he didn’t… there was nothing I could do to change hismind.
I was just going to let him go, so to speak, and wait for him to come back tome.
However… I was still human, I was horny as hell, and he hadn’t touched me in a long, long time. And I wanted him so fucking bad ithurt.
I’d never been a dude, so I really had no way to compare, but I was pretty sure blue balls had nothing onthis.
“Do you still want me?” I blurted out as his thumb traced over my cheek for what felt like the dozenth time. It was like he was in some kind of trance, staring at my mouth. But my words seemed to stir him out ofit.
“Want you?” His eyes met mine and he blinked, like he was struggling to make sense of thequestion.
“Yeah. We haven’t… You haven’t tried to touch me in a long time, and I justwondered—”
“Wondered?”
“If it was the same between us. If maybe… you feeldifferently.”
“Differently…” he repeated. “Jesus, Maggie, are you serious? I just got a ring tattoo with your name onit.”
“I know. I know, but… I just meant, you know, is other stuff still thesame?”
“Stuff?” His gaze drifted down to my mouth again, and he swiped his tongue over his lip. “You mean, stuff like this?” He moved my hand to his crotch, pressing it down against the erection in hisjeans.
I swallowed, heat thrilling through my core as the relief hitme.
“I just wondered…” I saidbreathlessly.
“The only reason I’ve managed not to touch you,” he pretty much growled out, “is because I’ve been rubbing myself raw thinking about you every fuckingday.”
“You did that for me?” I swallowed again. “Alone?”
Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised me so much, but yeah, it kinda did. Like, I knew a man with a sex drive like Zane’s had probably jerked off thinking about me a few times. But…thisman was a rockstar.
A drop-dead gorgeous rock star with a very public reputation for having a huge dick and the skills to go along with it; he could’ve had a woman take care of his needs anytime,anywhere.
For some reason it was still hard for me to think of him hanging out alone in his hotel room, keeping his legendary dick to himself, when he could’ve been picking upchicks.
God, but my dad had jadedme.
Zane laughed shortly, but the sound was cut off and strangled as it ended in a low groan. He was still holding my hand, grinding my palm against his hardshaft.
“What am I, a fucking animal?” he said, his voice low. “I can be faithful, Maggie. Jerking off is nothing compared to the satisfaction I get with you, but neither is being with another woman. And besides… I never want to hurt you like thatagain.”
He rolled my palm over the plump head of his cock, pressing down on it in a way that I would’ve thought would be painful… but he didn’t look like he was inpain.
“You fucking feel me on that, Maggie?” he murmured, his eyes darkening withdesire.
“Yeah. I feelyou…”
“Plus… my dick has a distinct preference.” His gaze wandered down my body. “I start bringing around second-rate pussy, it’s not gonna behappy.”
I rolled my eyes but kinda had to smile. “I really don’t think you should do that,” I offered, starting to rub him up-and-down myself. “Your dick deserves better…” I bit my lip and he bit back a growl as he backed me up against thewall.
“My dick agrees with you.” His face was so close to mine, we could easily have kissed. “That feels good,” he muttered, but he made no move to kissme.
“Yeah…”
