Page 64 of Zane

"We cannot spend all of our time in bed."

"Wanna bet?"

"Zane, please be serious. I love to have things organized-"

"One of the things I adore about you," he said with a smile as he snatched her into his arms. "Your logical brain. We'll just have to buy whatever we need if that's the case. I want it to be a surprise."

"At least tell me if it's in Europe or the Caribbean."

"Christ! You're persistent."

"I just want to be prepared."

"You're just going to have to wait and see. Nope." He kissed her into silence. "I plead the Fifth."

So she had dropped the subject in resignation.

Now she was two days away from the big day. The wedding was going to be a week before the Christmas holidays. And her nerves were already stretched thin as a wire.

Zane had already moved into the cottage. It felt strange seeing his clothing hanging next to hers and his things on the bathroom counter. A few months ago, she had been a virgin, untouched by a man, and now she was living with one. It felt strange and exhilarating.

She was getting ready to go to the office for her final day before the wedding.

"What're you thinking?" he asked.

"It feels weird."

"What does?" He had finished shaving and was wiping away the foam. She loved the scent of his shaving cream. His hair was still damp from the shower. His skin glowed tanned and healthy, the tattoos contrasting against the golden hue of his skin. The towel was draped low on his waist, his stomach washboard flat.

"Living with you."

Tossing the wet washcloth on the counter, he turned her around to face him. "Regrets?" he asked solemnly.

"No." Even though she was dressed, she walked into his arms, winding her hands around his neck. "Just the fact that you're incredibly messy."

He simply grinned. "You have a housekeeper," he reminded her.

She sighed. "I might have to hire another."

"Or I could start picking up after myself."

"Will you?"

He cocked a brow at her and shook his head. "I doubt it." Tipping her chin up, he nibbled at her lips. "We'll pay the one we currently have double."

"We might have to. Zane, I'm going to be late, and you have to go in for a board meeting."

"Hmm." He was busy nibbling on her exposed throat. "You smell like sin."

"It's the perfume I bought-" She eased out a shaky breath when he caught the skin between his teeth.

"You shouldn't be wearing it to work." He used the tip of his tongue to soothe the bite and sent her blood pressure through the roof!

A moan escaped her throat, and she could feel the pressure building. With a sigh, she untied the knot he had made at the front of the towel and reached for him, fingers closing around him in a tight embrace.

His reaction was explosive! Hissing out a breath, he lifted her onto the counter.

"Zane. We can't."