Chapter Six
Have mercy.
Bea was in heaven as they stumbled through Zane’s apartment—no, penthouse—with their mouths sealed together, ravaging each other like two animals in heat. He tasted like bourbon and cinnamon. Exactly how a man should taste. From now on, that specific flavor would mean all things man to her.
Because Zane was definitely all man.
If the size of his cock wasn’t proof enough, the way he fucked her with it was.
Because…damn. She had never come so fast in her life.
She was quickly discovering that Zane Price was on a sexual plane all his own.
She had gotten his shirt unbuttoned in the elevator, and now that they’d made it inside his apartment, she pushed it off his shoulders, eager to see what was waiting for her. She stepped back to take him in, and was not disappointed.
His entire torso was hard and tanned, with just the right amount of hair. His abs looked like they had been airbrushed on they were so perfect. His arms looked powerful enough to pick her up and slam her down with no effort.
She had seen some good-looking men in her time. And her gym was swarming with guys who regularly worked out and had the bodies to show for it.
But Zane was something else altogether.
She ran her fingertips across his pecs and down the ripples of his abdominal muscles. There was a kind of raw quality to his appearance. Various scars marred his torso that looked as if they’d been put there through physical activity, like sports.
His body practically screamed I know how to make a woman feel good. And she was all ears.
She started to play with his nipples, and he tipped his head back and exhaled heavily. “You like that?” she asked, fascinated by his reaction.
He released a mirthless laugh. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do that I wouldn’t like.”
She liked the sound of that. “Why don’t we test that theory…?”
She leaned forward and took one of his nipples between her lips, lightly sucking and flicking her tongue against it, giving it a quick nip with her teeth.
He let out a hiss between his teeth. “Christ,” he muttered. “You’re cruel, woman.”
She lowered her hand to his straining cock. Without removing the condom, he’d covered himself up after he’d pulled out of her in the elevator. So, she pushed his briefs back down and wrapped her hand around him.
“Are you complaining?”
“For teasing me all these months. For keeping this away from me.” His hand went to the back of her head, holding it against his chest as her tongue explored his other nipple. “I’ve never had to be so patient for anything in my life. Even just a bit of snogging would have helped.”
She licked his heated skin, the taste making her crazy. “Oh, I think we’re way past snogging.”
“Damn right,” he said, his hand tightening in her hair. “I’m not letting you leave until I’ve been inside you in every bloody way imaginable.”
She shivered in anticipation. “We can’t very well do any of that clothed, now, can we?”
Instead of answering, he let out a fierce growl and grabbed the bottom of her dress, yanked it upward, and ripped it over her head. “Good point,” he whispered, his mouth hot at her ear.
He stepped back and drank her in with his eyes. “Fuck, Bea.”
She stood there in nothing but her pink thong and heels—a bra wouldn’t have worked with her dress, and she was proud of her perky breasts.
She was oddly at peace being naked in front of him. Maybe it was the alcohol.
Or maybe it was because he was looking at her like she was the most desirous woman in the world. He was staring at her like he wanted to eat her.
Not a bad idea.
“Yes?”
His eyes were passion glazed as they took her in from head to toe. That was exactly how she wanted him—barely holding onto his control, willing to do whatever she wanted.
She wanted him to be on the brink of insanity before he got back inside her.
She stepped out of his reach and slid one hand up her naked breasts. While she began to fondle her nipples, she sent her other hand lower, to disappear below the scrap of material covering her mound.
He groaned. “You’re killing me.”
His eyes feasted on her as they tracked the way she touched herself. His hands fisted at his sides, and his jaw ticked with every move she made. He looked like he was going to pounce on her any second.
When he moved to approach her, she took a step back and shook her head. “First you have to finish what I started,” she said, nodding down to his jeans. “I can’t be the only one naked.”
His lips quirked, but he didn’t make an immediate move to undress.
Fine. He needed some encouragement? She hooked her fingers through her panties and slowly slid them down her legs.
His smirk disappeared.
Taking the hint, he quickly shoved his jeans down with jerky movements, his gaze never leaving her exposed sex. He licked his lips, his eyes dark with need, as he shucked both his jeans and briefs. He was now as naked as she was.
And if she thought his upper half was magnificent, his lower half could have shrines dedicated to it. The man was physically flawless.
She had to touch herself again. Not to torture him this time, but to slake her own overwhelming need. But before she could even begin, he lunged forward and caught her hands in his.
She sucked in a breath.
“No more,” he grated out. “I’m in charge of that part. Not you.”
With his eyes locked on hers, he brought her hands up to his mouth and slowly licked the fingers that had just been touching her most sensitive area.
Well, shit. That was a new one for her.
Taking advantage of her daze, he wrapped his arms around her, picked her up, and strode toward his bedroom. A fraction of her sense came rushing back when she saw his huge, imposing bed in the middle of the room.
She unwound her legs from his waist, dropped to her feet, and took a step back. His actions had left her breathless, but she had to get this out or she might forever regret it. “Before we do this, we need to agree on one issue.” Even if it was a little late.
His eyes narrowed. “Which is?”
“This is a one-time thing,” she replied firmly. At his surprised look, she said, “Our situation is already…delicate. Making this a regular occurrence would further complicate that. The only reason I’m here now is because we’ve both wanted it for so long and we need to get it out of our systems. But after tonight, we’re back to being coworkers and nothing more.”
He hesitated, studying her with eyes that seemed to see way more than she was comfortable with. “I’m not sure that’s entirely doable.”
Impatience and disappointment warred inside her. “Why not?”
“Because now my cock has been inside you. Trust me, one night won’t be enough.”
The man did have an ego. “I think I’ll manage,” she drawled.
His expression hardened. “I meant for me.”
That made her pause. She hadn’t expected him to admit that.
“Oh.” She swallowed. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. There are a million other women out there to choose from. I doubt you’ll have a problem replacing me.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, but he let it go.
Instead, he lifted her up, threw her onto the bed, and was on her before the mattress stopped bouncing. He lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked hard, leaving bites here and there before soothing away the pain with his tongue.
“Oh my God,” she screamed.
The man’s mouth was wicked.
She tried to grab his head to help guide his movements, but he took hold of her wrists and raised her arms above her head, pinning them there.
“Stay,” he ordered, his voice authoritative. “We’re doing this my way.”
Oddly, she didn’t feel put off by that. She usually insisted on being in the driver’s seat, and men generally had no problem with it. But there was something incredibly appealing about giving up the reins to Zane, allowing him to command her. In fact, having him in control turned her on in a big way.
Definitely not a reaction she would have expected.
And she obeyed. Even as his mouth slid farther down her body, seeking out her throbbing sex, she kept her hands where he’d placed them. Even as he gorged on her flesh, lapping up her cream like a man possessed, she left her arms above her head.
“Jesus. Oh God, that’s good.”
Not many men could eat a woman out like Zane did. That took talent. She usually got so impatient with a man’s lack of finesse down there that she stopped him and moved along before he could attempt to finish her off.
But Zane was having zero problems with that.
He held her hips in place as he plunged his tongue inside her, massaging her inner muscles. He didn’t even ease his way in. He just plastered his whole mouth on her from the beginning, making out with her clit the same way he’d taken possession of her mouth.
Damn. He was going at her like he wanted to claim her.
He was on the right track, too. She actually had to grip the sheets above her head and almost tore them to shreds as she screamed out her release.
She was not a screamer.
What the hell was happening to her?
While she came down from her high, he flew into action, climbing up her body and bringing himself right where his mouth had been seconds before. She looked up to see his lips shiny from her juices and had an urgent desire to push herself up and lick it off.
He didn’t make sure she was ready for him—hell, he knew she was. He rolled his hips and thrust into her, sliding in easily.
He paused briefly to let her adjust to him.
“Hurry,” she urged.
“Oh, bloody hell,” he said when he was completely inside her. “It just keeps getting better.”
When he started moving, his drives were as forceful and fast as the first time, and she loved every second. The friction of their bodies was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and to her surprise, she was being pretty vocal about her pleasure.
She panted and cried out with every thrust. Every pump.
“That’s right,” Zane said, pushing deeper, harder. “It’s never felt this way before, has it? Never felt this fucking good before.”
She usually didn’t go for dirty talk in the bedroom. Mainly because most men sucked at it. One guy had actually used the word “vagina” during sex, no joke. It’s like, crack a romance novel or two if you need pointers, moron.
“No,” she admitted between breaths, “it never has. Never this good.”
Zane didn’t need any pointers. His words, his tone, his commands, were all hitting right on the money. How a man could be so good at all facets of sex, she had no idea. She was in brand-new territory with this one.
“My God, woman.” He picked up his pace.
He suddenly pulled out of her and grasped her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. She just went with it. The whole giving-up-control thing was shockingly liberating.
He lifted her up until she was on her hands and knees then entered her again. She cried out at how much deeper he got, amazed by how unbelievably good it felt.
He was yanking her to him as she pushed back to meet his movements. The sounds of their heavy breathing and the slapping of their sweat-slicked, naked skin was sending heat straight to her core. Her body pulled him even farther into her.
“Ah, Christ. You are so fucking wet. Yeah, sweetheart. Come on my cock. God, you feel so good.”
She was close. She began to pulse around him, squeezing tightly around his length.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Let go for me.”
He was slamming into her now, almost knocking the breath out of her. God, he was so deep, hitting places inside her that she didn’t even know existed.
“Right there, Zane. Oh, fuck, right there!”
Her orgasm hit her so damn hard she thought she might have even lost consciousness for a second in the whirlwind of bliss that washed over her.
He wasn’t far behind. One, two, three more wild thrusts and he was finishing, too.
Unreal. She felt like she had just run a marathon. Sex did not feel like that. What he had just done to her went far beyond the realm of normal sex. He may not be human.
But she most definitely was, because she was exhausted.
When he pulled out, her body was instantly drained of energy. She was still lying there in a state of well-ridden peace when he came back from disposing of the condom and climbed into bed beside her.
She knew she needed to leave. Staying at his place was a recipe for awkwardness when they both woke up in the morning. But lying in Zane’s bed, feeling his warm body next to hers—especially when he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his chest—felt too good. She would just rest for a few minutes, let her body recover a bit, and then she would leave.
Because she sure as hell didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about her, or them, or what this was.
Scratching an itch. Casual sex. That was all. Nothing more.
It couldn’t be.
No matter how warm and safe she felt in his arms…