Page 37 of Final Drive

“Can I?” I pull back far enough to see her face. “I want to taste you again. I’ve been dying for it.”

“Yes.”

I kiss my way down and take my time about it. Her collarbone, the swell of her breasts through the fabric, the soft skin of her stomach as I push the dress up. She lifts her hips to help me get her underwear off, and I throw it somewhere behind me without looking.

“God, you’re beautiful.” I settle between her thighs and press my mouth to the inside of her knee, working higher. “Every time I look at you I think that. Even when you’re yelling at us at practice. Especially then.”

“Are you going to talk the whole time?” Her fingers thread into my hair.

“Probably. I’ve been told I don’t know when to shut up.” I bite gently at her inner thigh and feel her legs tense around me. “But I can think of better uses for my mouth.”

I lick a slow stripe through her center and her hips jerk. She’s already wet and slick, and the taste of her goes straight to my head. I groan against her and settle in, finding the rhythm that makes her breath break.

“That’s it,” I tell her between strokes. “Just like that. Let me hear you.”

She’s never been quiet, from what the walls of this house have taught me. Being the one drawing it out of her is different. Every sound she makes goes straight through me, especially when I slide two fingers into her and curl them and her hand tightens hard in my hair.

“Fuck, Zane.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t get smug.”

“Little late for that.”

Her answer disappears into a moan when I do it again. Her thighs start trembling around my shoulders, and I know she’s close before she tells me. Hearing her say my name like that nearly finishes me without anybody touching my dick.

“Zane, I’m—” Her breath catches. “I’m close.”

“I know, sweetheart.” I keep my fingers moving and put my mouth back on her. “I’ve got you.”

She comes hard, heel digging into my shoulder and fingers pulling my hair while I work her through it. I don’t stop until she starts squirming away from my mouth, oversensitive and breathless.

“Okay. Okay, Jesus.”

I kiss the inside of her thigh. “You asked if I was going to talk the whole time.”

“I take it back.”

“Thought you might.”

She’s still shaking when I press another kiss higher on her thigh. Her pulse jumps under my mouth, and suddenly my teeth ache. I go still, and Reese feels it immediately. Her fingers stop moving in my hair.

“Zane.”

I look up at her. For once, there isn’t a joke anywhere in me.

“You want to?” she asks.

“Yeah.” My voice comes out rough. “Really fucking badly.”

Her eyes stay on mine. “Then bite me.”

Every thought in my head disappears. “You sure?”

“Zane.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Bite me.”

I turn my mouth back to her thigh and sink my teeth in.