Page 125 of Dirty Like Zane
“I want you. I never stopped wanting you, Maggie. You stop wantingme?”
“No.”
“You’re in myroom.”
“Iam.”
“You just got my name tattooed on yourfinger…”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “So didyou.”
“Then I guess we are in thistogether.”
“I guessso.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth. “You gonna let me kissyou?”
“I’m not gonna stop you,Zane.”
I didn’t. His lips met mine and it was like all the air was instantly sucked from the room. My breath caught; I didn’t even need tobreathe.
I just neededhim.
My hands went to his neck and gripped him, holding him close as I kissed him over and over, my tongue lapping against his. Then we were moving; he was drawing me with him into the bedroom and then he was peeling off my clothes, and all I wanted was to be naked with him. Ineededhim against myskin.
I started undressing him, too, and by the time we were both naked, all I could do was press myself up against him, wanting all his warmth, wanting every part of his body touching every part of mine as we kissed, deeper and deeper. It was like we were trying to climb into each other… Like we could make the rest of the world just goaway.
Like all we needed was oneanother.
Not air, not food… not anything or anyoneelse.
By the time we ended up in a horizontal position, entwined with each other, I hardly knew where wewere…
The floor. We were on the floor, laid out on top of one of the hotel robes, which he’d somehow spread out beneath me, because my man was considerate likethat.
“Condom?” he asked, and I shook myhead.
“No. We can just… Ijusthad my period. We won’t getpregnant.”
He stared at me. “And if wedo?”
I didn’t answerthat.
He didn’t askagain.
My legs were spread around his waist and I was gripping him tight, my thighs squeezing him, my fingernails digging into his back… and he pushed into me. He did it slow, and warmth radiated through me. My core clenched, my pussy squeezing him as he pusheddeeper.
Andoh God, I’d missedthis.
I savored the sounds of his labored breathing, the low groans in his throat as he kissed me, his chest expanding againstmine.
He filled me and withdrew and filled me again… and there was no way I could ever get enough ofthis.
Some sex was justsex.
This sex was… life-altering.
Every time Zane fucked me, something between uschanged.
