Page 36 of Dirty Like Zane
We came together grunting and panting andsweating.
It was passionate. Hungry. Aching with the desperation of starvation, of longing and wanting and going without for so damnlong.
Months. It had been months since we’d donethis.
And it was kind ofangry.
I was still angry that I was giving in, that I felt so out of control. That I was so fuckingscared.
We were only four days into the tour, and I knew this wasdangerous.
Dangerous… for so manyreasons.
It only really hit me once we were already fucking that I was in hisroom.
Zane’sbedroom.
I’d never been in Zane’s room—in his home, in a hotel, or otherwise. Not since the night we weremarried.
We’d done it in the back of alimo.
We’d done it in my cabin at Jesse and Katie’swedding.
We’d done it at my place, on mycouch.
We’d never done it in hisbed.
Now, I was surrounded by his things, all his shit everywhere that he’d half-unpacked and didn’t bother to put away. By the smell of him, all over thesheets.
Byhim.
I was in Zane’s space, and everything about it was making me uncomfortable. And it was turning meon.
There was just something about the sight of his jeans tossed on the bed… his socks on the floor… his leather vest slung over the built-in desk in the corner. The scent of his spiced bodywash in theair.
The look of him, laid out beneath me… gazing up atme.
Jesus.
He looked fuck-struckagain.
He palmed my breasts. Kept lifting his hips to meet my thrusts. He dug his feet into the bed and pounded up into me, faster, harder… then slowing rightdown…
“Yeah, Maggie,” he murmured as he watched me, as he read my body in that way he did. As hefeltmy orgasmbuild.
And he knew just what I needed to getthere.
Each slow stroke, each firm thrust, was designed to hit me how I needed it… until my orgasm hit like rolling thunder. I started to shake and fallapart.
I rode him with the pleasure gripping my body, the shocks and shivers running up and down my spine. I gasped and screamed without even trying to hold back, because I was pretty sure no one could hear me buthim.
While I came, he pulled me down to him. He gripped my hair at the nape of my neck, holding me tight, his other arm locked around my waist as the pleasure lashed throughme.
“Feel that…” he whispered, just before his hips snapped up and he came, straining against me. He groaned, his cock jerking inside me. Then he pressed his lips tomine.
We squirmed against each other, panting, as the aftershocks rippled through usboth.
When we eventually went limp and Zane’s arms loosened around me, I pushed away. I got up while he eased off thecondom.
