Page 63 of Dirty Like Zane
I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t be asking him to stay, pulling him into my hotel room withme.
He’d told me the night we were married that he didn’t mess around with drunk girls, and though he’d obviously made an exception for me, I knew he had his reasons. Goodreasons.
And I was definitely kinda drunk rightnow.
Plus, I’d pushed him away over and over and overagain.
But I still wantedhim…
I couldn’t help that part. There was nothing I could do to stop it, and when my defenses were all muddled with liquor, and he was right here… it was impossible not to reach forhim.
As he stepped into the room with me, even though he held back, watching me with wary eyes, I knew he wanted me,too.
I also knew, this time, he wasn’t gonna make the firstmove.
And not just because I was kinda drunk. Even with all the alcohol in my body, though, I didn’t have the courage to make the first moveeither.
I’d hurt him. I’d really hurt him this time, and I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want him to be mad at me; it hurt way too much. But worse, knowing I’d hurt him was pretty much agony. Pain and suffering and guilt of the worst kind, all rolled intoone.
And I was afraid of pissing him off, of making him walk out like he did the othernight.
So I did the only thing I figured he wouldn’t be able to walk out on. I walked deeper into the room and switched on a lamp, then started taking off mydress.
“Don’t talk,” I said, even though he hadn’t tried to say anything. “I’m drunk, and I don’t want totalk.”
When I turned back to him, he was staring atme.
I definitely had hisattention.
I’d dropped the dress and I was standing in my bra and panties and my high-heeled shoes. I stepped out of the dress as Zane walked towardme.
“Don’t take off the shoes,” he said, his voice rough, quiet. He stood in front of me and looked straight in myeyes.
“Don’t talk,” Irepeated.
So hedidn’t.
He felt around in the pockets of his leather jacket and his jeans until he pulled out a condom. His eyes were still on mine, and Iswallowed.
He slipped off the jacket and dropped it on the floor. He put the condom packet in his teeth, and with his half-lidded eyes locked on mine, he undid his jeans. He peeled his T-shirt over his head. One-by-one I watched him remove every piece of clothing on his body and toss it aside until he stood in front of me, naked and gorgeous in thelamplight.
When I glanced down, a shiver tore through my body. His cock was hard, erect. He took the condom packet from between his teeth, tore it open, and rolled the condomon.
Then he put his hands on my hips and spun me around to face thebed.
He kept a hold of one hip and pushed on my back to bend me over, then slid my panties down around my knees. I braced myself with my hands on the bed. He nudged my legs open a little wider with hisknee.
Then he pushed his cock into me and warmth rocked throughme.
This.We’d always been best atthis…
Communicating without any words atall.
He groaned as I gasped withrelief.
He filled me in one thrust, as my body stretched to accommodate him. But I didn’t quite take all ofhim.
He pulled back, then filled me again,deeper.
