Page 77 of Faking It
“Really?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I all but moan and then I take a larger step. When his breath hitches and he starts to look down, I shake my head. “Uh-uh. Look at me. Only at me.”
He shakes his head but the anxiety still owns his entire body.
“What’s your favorite position?”
“I’m a guy. As long as I’m inside you that’s all that—”
“That’s not an answer. Doggystyle?” Step. “Reverse Cowgirl?” Step. “Sixty-Nine?”
“If you’re trying to distract me, it’s not going to work. We’re a mile off the ground and—”
“And if I told you my panties were currently soaked just talking about having sex with you again . . . would that distract you?”
The muscle in his jaw tics as he stares at me. “Nothing fazes me, remember?” But when he says it, there is the shyest of smiles that replaces the tight pull of his lips from just seconds ago.
“Don’t look now, Zane, but only a couple more feet and we’ve made it.”
And of course he looks and then gasps when his lack of concentration throws us both off balance.
“See? You did it.” But I can see the panic return now that he’s taken notice again of where we are. “Don’t panic. C’mon. You’ve done great this far.”
“Will this ever end?” he groans.
“Just pick something to concentrate on.”
He snorts, his eyes glancing down to the V of my thighs. “Are you wearing panties today?”
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
And that’s all I need to help get him the last few feet and onto the platform. His arms go around me the minute both our feet are flat on the planks of wood and we wait for Tucker to climb the stairs and come unhook us.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against my ear as he presses me against him. He smells of sweat and cologne and fear, and hell if there’s something about the combination that kicks my endorphins into high gear.
“For what?”
“For not calling me out.”
I smile. “I just helped in distracting you.”
“Thank you.” He leans back and looks at me for a beat before leaning in and pressing the softest of kisses to my lips. The mix of adrenaline and unexpected tenderness has every part of me wanting to melt into him.
“So what did you think?” Tucker says, the clomping of his feet hitting our ears only seconds before he reaches the platform. We shock apart at his chuckle. “No worries. It happens a lot. Fighting on that end, making up on this one.”
Zane steps back from me but takes me by surprise when he links his pinkie finger with mine at our sides.
“You did great.” Tucker claps his hands together. “The videographer got some good shots, too. Now, let’s move to the next course. What’ll you pick?”
I laugh when Zane groans, but there’s a lot more pride in it than there was fifteen minutes ago.
“HEY.” A HAND ON MY back. A shake of it rocking me from side to side. “Get up sleepy head.”
“What time is it?” I groan, pulling the pillow over my head.
A warm kiss is pressed to my shoulder. Zane’s mouth stays there when he speaks and my sleepy body heats up. “Early.”
“Go away.”
