Page 147 of Dirty Like Zane
She pulled back a bit and looked up into my eyes, like she wanted to know for sure if that wastrue.
Itwas.
“I mean… that was the firsttime.”
Full truth was, I’d fallen in love with Maggie Omura many, many times. By now, it was pretty much a dailyoccurrence.
“You tried to get in my pants long before that,” she pointedout.
“Yeah. I thought about you from the first moment we met. But that night… we watched TV in your hotel room together,remember?”
“I Dream of Jeannie,” she said. “I remember. It was on some randomchannel…”
“You told me you wanted to marry the astronaut guy, and I actually felt jealous. That’s when I knew. I was jealous of a fictional character who had your heart. I kept looking at you all snuggled up in my clothes at the other end of the couch, and I knew… I was so totallyfucked.”
“Shit, Zane. Why did you have to go and tell me all that? I actually feel bad for younow.”
“It gets worse. When the show ended, you kicked meout.”
“I had to.” She gave me a slightly embarrassed look that made my dick throb. “You looked like a giant slab of sex lounging on my couch, and I hadn’t been laid in awhile.”
“I would’ve stayed and helped you out withthat.”
“I know. That’s why you had togo.”
Her lips were so close I could practically taste them. Our noses were touching. I slipped my hands up around her neck, cupping her jaw with my palms and smoothing my thumbs over her cheeks. I drew her toward megently…
“You want me to go now…?” I asked as our lipsbrushed.
“Please don’t go,” she breathed, and she threw a leg over me and climbed into my lap. She pushed me back against the couch. Then she kissed me, slow and deep, sliding her tongue into mymouth.
And thisfeeling…
Maggie, giving herself tome…
Taking what she wanted fromme…
I’d do anything for this. To feel this, everyday.
But I stopped the kiss, holding her face so I could look ather.
“Maggie… I just want to love you,” I told her. “I want to be able to love you and not have to hideit.”
“Okay.”
But I wasn’t even sure she really heard me. If she really understood. Her eyes were kind of hazy with desire and she’d started rocking her hips, slowly, grinding her pussy against me. Her dress was short, and the only thing keeping her from being naked against me was the crotch of her thin panties, and myjeans.
I could feel the warmth between her legs as she rubbed herself against my cock through the denim. I was harder than fuck by now, and it was a fucking feat to think straight—but I did my best. Because the woman in my lap was worthit.
“I want you to love me, unconditionally,” I told her. I’d been thinking about it a lot, and all this shit needed to be said. “I told you it was okay… that I understood you couldn’t love me if I was drinking. But it’s not okay. I need you to love me without putting any limits on it. That means we’re together, and if I fuck up, you still love me. If I fall off the wagon, you still love me. I have plenty of imperfections, Maggie, and I always will, but I still need you to loveme.”
“I already told you,” she said, looking into my eyes. “I’ll love you no matter what youdo.”
I absorbed that, but it still didn’t feel likeenough.
Even though she was still rubbing her pussy slowly up-and-down against my dick, it wasn’tenough.
I needed her toknow…
