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And then, it was like everything fell away. Like there was nothing. Nothing except for her. Nothing except the need that he felt for her, deep in his soul, deep in his gut. A desire that transcended anything he had ever experienced before.
Desire unlike anything else.
Thunder rolled in the distance, a warning, he knew. He didn’t take it.
“Cara… wait.”
She turned toward him, and he wrapped his arm around her waist.
Then he lowered his head and broke his promise.
Chapter Thirteen
There were no words to describe what was happening to her. Well, there were four words to describe the action that was occurring.
Zane was kissing her.
But that didn’t explain what was happening to her. She didn’t think anything could. It was like being dipped in liquid fire that burned straight through every layer of skin but didn’t consume her. It was like touching the sun, so bright she couldn’t look directly at it.
She’d wanted this, and had been too afraid to even fantasize it, and now it was happening. Nothing could have prepared her for it.
She’d never been truly kissed before. A peck at a middle school dance and a very awkward, slightly-to-the-left attempt at her sophomore homecoming dance simply didn’t count. And yes, that was her whole dating history. Awkward, swaying dances in badly decorated school gyms.
They were nothing like this.
His mouth was hot, hardened, and insistent, and he had her pressed firmly up against his body.
He was like an inferno.
She’d known that he was hard. That he was all muscle, but being pressed up against him like this was totally different. Different even than when he had held her last night while she slept. Even then, he had been curved around her, protectively, she realized now, because this was an entirely different thing. An entirely different experience. An entirely different Zane.
The sound he made as he parted from her lips for a moment and took a deep breath was almost tortured.
And then, he was back.
Devouring her.
He parted her lips with his tongue, delving deep, cupping her cheeks as he explored her mouth. Thoroughly.
She moaned, letting her head fall back, and he followed the movement. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other hand still cupping her face as he kissed her and kissed her.
She felt a raindrop, and then another. Like they’d pulled the sky open with the relentless power of this thing between them. Was that why they kept on making it rain?
All this anguish and sorrow, and fury and need was too much for the world to hold, and it needed a release as badly as they did.
She arched against him, kissing him back for everything she was worth. Letting him know how much she wanted him. How much she wanted this.
She had never wanted anything half so badly as she wanted this moment.
It was terrifying. She had been trying to keep herself from jumping headfirst into this for months now, and he was the one who had just… done it. She had been so sure that she was going to be the one… that she was going to be the one to do something foolish. To touch him wrong, to grab a hold of him and kiss him on the cheek, something. That she would be the one to betray the attraction first, butit had been him.
And this wasn’t a sweet, tentative exploration of it. No. It was something deep and raw, feral.
It made her feel beautiful in a way that she had never felt before. Not like she was something sweet and delicate. But like she was made to be devoured.
The Big Bad Wolf.
They parted for a moment, and her eyes met his.
