Page 21 of Sweet Tooth
“No,” I said. “That he listened to you. Once I tell him not to do something, usually it’s like a red sign indicating to do it again until Mommy flips her shit.”
Zane eyed me. “Can’t really blame him. That must be a sight to see.”
I laughed and waved a hand, which he grabbed and held.
Our gazes locked. All the feelings trapped inside me were doing jumping jacks. And that look in Zane’s eyes; I recognized it well, didn’t I?
Parker was oddly quiet. Turning his way, I soon saw the reason why.
“Oh my poor boy,” I said, chuckling as I patted his back.
Just like that, Parker had passed out, face-first in his plate.
“He did have a big day,” Zane said.
“That he did,” I said, going over to Parker and scooping him up. “Be right back. Just have to tuck this one into bed.”
Zane rose. “I’ll come.”
“It’s fine,” I said, walking away already.
“I want to,” he said, keeping pace.
The next few minutes were a peaceful déjà vu on its head. I’d tucked a passed-out Parker in plenty of times before. But never with company.
Zane didn’t get in the way either, didn’t say much. He was just there, an extra hand to help tuck Parker in, an extra presence to look over my boy as I prepared to leave.
“Thanks for letting me spend some time with you guys today,” Zane said, few minutes later.
We were lazed on my couch with some of my chocolates between us. I was feeling my inner barriers starting to come down, so I put up an outer one instead. It was a weak attempt and I knew it.
My gaze went to him at the same time he opened his mouth. “Jessica, I’m sorry. I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am, how long I’ve wanted to see you again.”
God, how I ached to believe him. To let the firmly closed gates of my heart open again…
“Look,” Zane was saying now, showing me something on his phone.
I looked, and I saw, and our eyes met again with a new understanding.
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Zane
Who kissed who, it was impossible to say. The kiss glued our lips together like magnets, and the rest of our bodies followed suit.
She had understood. One look at the picture of us on my photo and she’d gotten it. I’d never stopped loving her and I never would.
Every touch of hers electrified me, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock.
I wanted her. Plain and fucking simple.
I’d been hard since the second I’d sat down on the couch – and I was only getting harder.
If I wasn’t inside of her soon, I was sure that I’d lose my damn mind.
Her breasts were full and soft, and my fingers traced her delicious curves.
I tried to convey through my touch and my kiss how much I wanted her, how much she still meant to me.
“Zane,” she groaned, and my lust burned even brighter.
My hands were under her shirt now, exploring, enjoying. Her curves had softened, grown. It was sexy as hell the way she’d turned from a girl into a full-blown woman. I couldn’t get enough of her.
My mouth must’ve fallen open because next thing I knew, Jess was straddling me, smirking. Her pelvis grinding into me awoke every part of me. I could only gape at her. “You’re…”
There was something triumphantly sad in the smile that touched her eyes but never made it to her mouth. “What? Different?”
I just nodded, and she slowed. Our foreheads dipped together, the way we used to.
Her lips parted, and a tiny triangle of pink darted out across her lower lip.
My tongue darted in her mouth, plunging in then out. The words spilled out too: “I like it.”
And then my whole body was telling her too. I pulled off her shirt, and then it was my lips enjoying the newness of her body. The forearms that were no longer just flesh, that had some rigid muscle. And below, her belly, which didn’t have the firmness which one had.
I looked up. My spread palm went on her belly. Our gazes met.
This belly had given birth.
Her gaze was cautious, but it didn’t need to be.
My lips pressed into her belly. Kissed it for the life it had made without me. For the little boy it had brought into this world.
“Zane,” Jess said again, throatily.
Looking up, I soon saw why.
The two full glories of her breasts were there to greet me. Thought evaporated, and pure instinct took over. My face settled between her breasts and breathed her in.
Her vanilla scent, same as always. There went the last of my self-control.
Her breasts were heaving and I reached up to cup them. They spilled out of my hands when I clutched them. Massaging them made the nipples harden and my erection swell.
My lips dove for her nipple, just as my hand swept down. A moan peeled from her throat.
