Page 61 of Zane

His head jerked up as he stared at her.

Misinterpreting the look, Kara shook her head. "Oh! We haven't talked about children. I want to be a mother. If you don't-"

"Shh." He placed a finger over her lips. "I want children with you. How could you not know that?"

Wrapping her hand around his thick wrist, she swallowed the lump in her throat. "I've often wondered if I would make a good mother. I never had a good example."

Removing his finger, he bent to brush her lips with his. "You're going to make a hell of a mother," he whispered roughly. "Never doubt that. I was thinking December or January, or we could just elope and be done with it."

"As much as I would love that, I really don't want your family hating me before I get to know them. Don't stop doing that," she moaned.

"This?" He was nibbling at her bottom lip, taking little bites, and soothing it with his tongue. Desire was raging inside him, but he was determined to take his time.

"Yes. I can't think."

"No need." He parted her lips, his tongue slowly entering her mouth. "I want you feeling."

"I am." Her hands roamed over his shoulders and back and then moved up to pull the thing from his hair. All that thick dark silk spilled through her fingers. Gripping a handful, she directed the kiss, her body arching. He felt the probing of her nipples rubbing against his chest and knew that very soon, the control would be taken from him.

"I'm feeling everything." She was breathless and weightless, as if she were floating from above.

"Not yet." He lifted his mouth from hers so that he could wander down her graceful throat, putting his tongue to where the pulse was beating like a maddened thing. He was her first and only. That alone was enough to drive him out of his mind. She belonged to him only. He was selfish enough to appreciate that he was the only man who had ever touched her this way.

"I want you to remember this. I want my body to be seared on yours." He nibbled at the skin above her nipple, sending shockwaves throughout her body.

"Zane-"

"Shh." As soon as he closed his mouth over her rigid flesh, she went flying! He suckled hungrily, certain that he would never be full. He was craving her with a madness that sent his blood pressure soaring.

"More," he demanded hoarsely as he transferred to the other nipple.

Kara wasn't certain how much more she could take. Her body was already breaking apart, her heart beating overtime. Her fingers slid from his shoulders; her nerves shattered. The pull of his mouth on her nipples could be felt through to the very core of her. She ached there, the flesh sensitive to the touch.

He trailed kisses down her flat stomach that was now quivering. When he parted her thighs and cupped her bottom, she called out his name, a frenzied cry that echoed around the room. His mouth destroyed her completely and had her begging him for release. He gave it to her again and again until she was limp and trembling with intense passion.

By the time he covered her body with his, she was weak and spent, her arms heavy.

"I can't," she whispered achingly.

"You can," he said roughly. She was a sight to behold. Her lips were parted, her hair untidy. She looked wanton and so desirable, he could barely stand it. Her tightness wrapped around him like a glove, pulling him in.

His mouth nuzzled hers, breathing in her scent that was already filling his nostrils. He moved leisurely at first and then had to increase the pace. His breath was harsh, his body driving into hers. He wanted to leave his mark, to brand her so that the entire world knew she was his.

When she arched, he deepened the kiss, swallowing her cries as she exploded around him.

He followed right behind her, his body shuddering, a groan ripped from his chest as he poured himself into her.

"I think I've gone blind," she murmured as soon as she was able to catch her breath.

Lifting his head, he peered at her. "That's because your eyes are closed."

"Oh." She opened them and just smiled at him. "There you are."

"Here I am." He kissed her softly. "I'm crushing you."

"Hmm." She prevented him from moving by wrapping her legs and arms around him like tentacles.

"Baby, I'm going to press you into the mattress."