CHAPTER 7
Zane
I walked up to Kellan’s and stopped just before I made it to the door. There were people covering every inch of the patio. Some walked to and from their cars, while others crowded around tables, drinking and talking animatedly. My first thought was that I should turn around and go home.
Screw this, if I’m going to do it, I’m going to fucking do it, I’d told myself.
My stomach felt weak, but I finally took a step forward and pulled open the door. Immediately, I began looking around for her.
Feeling eyes tracking my every move, I knew I should have gotten a beer and found somewhere to sit, but I needed to see her face first. Just once.
Alicia’s Uncle Jimmy was someone I’d only met in passing since I’d moved back to Savage. He’d been a loner, the kind of guy who never married or had children. He would only leave his house to see his family, and even that was an imposition for him. Still, when I found out he had passed, I’d been sad. My heart ached for the whole Joppa family, but mostly for Alicia. She hadn’t seen him in years—that much I knew—but I imagined the funeral had still been hard for her, and I wanted to be there for her.
My eyes continued to roam the room, searching for those curls and bright blue eyes. It wasn’t until I looked to the far corner of the bar that I saw her. She was sitting at a table with her sister and her brother-in-law.
All three of them stared right at me like they’d seen a ghost—and it wasn’t Uncle Jimmy, it was me.
My heart skipped uncomfortably when my eyes met Alicia’s. Her mouth hung slightly open in shock.
In those few seconds, I took in every detail of her face and let myself stare openly at her long dark curls. They cascaded down her back and I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through them. Her cheeks flushed pink and her lips looked exactly like they always did right before I kissed them. After all those years of picturing her, I never imagined she could look even more beautiful.
When I found her eyes again, she was still staring at me with that same uncertain expression. She looked like she wanted to run screaming from the bar, but something held her in her seat. Her eyes locked on mine and she stared at me with an intensity I would recognize anywhere…
It was two months into our relationship. Alicia and I had somehow found our way to the backseat of my car and were making out like our lives depended on it. We never needed much encouragement; as long as we were alone, our bodies were wrapped tightly around each other’s.
As our lips pressed together and our tongues danced gently, my entire body was alive with a fire that I never wanted to put out. Alicia had a way of tempting me like no one else could. Just one look from her and I was putty in her hands.
Alicia pulled away to catch her breath, her eyes finding mine and sparkling with desire.
Fuck.
I knew she wanted me, which made her even sexier.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her lips back to mine, kissing her fiercely while she moaned against my lips. The sound made my cock pulse. My hands roamed down her body until they reached her hips. I dug my fingers into the skin between her shirt and her jeans as I lifted her up gently. She kicked her leg over me and straddled my lap, our lips still fused together.
I pulled her shirt over her head and threw it into the front seat of the car. She shoved my chin up so she could kiss my neck. Breathing heavily, my hands searched frantically for the waistline of her jeans.
She knew what I wanted. She always did. She was dirty like that.
In one smooth motion, she lifted herself just slightly so that I could unbutton her jeans. Then she slid her legs out of them, never leaving my lap. I groaned and kissed her again, my tongue desperately tasting hers.
As we kissed, I laid her down against the seat and quickly tore off my clothes.
Her hand was on my cock immediately, stroking and teasing me slowly and mercilessly.
“Alicia…” I moaned, my hips moving instinctively with her strokes.
Unable to take it anymore, I threw myself on top of her and kissed every inch of her skin that I could reach. She tasted so sweet.
Lifting her up, I tucked my hand under her back and unclasped her bra. My tongue instantly went to her nipples, kissing, licking, nibbling them until her back arched and her moans grew unbearable.
“I want you…” I whispered in her ear as I slowly slid my hand inside her panties.
“Zane,” she said, her voice rough and low. I almost melted into her at the sound.
Instead, my fingers explored her wetness with slow and methodical circles that made her legs tremble. Beads of sweat poured down her breasts and I leaned down to lick them as I continued playing with her.
“Please,” she whispered desperately. “Zane, please.”
That was all I needed to hear. I slid her panties off and impatiently tossed them aside. I then pulled up so that she straddled me again.
Alicia’s hands tangled in my hair as she lowered herself down on top of me. When I was finally inside of her, I growled deeply and buried my face in her neck.
Our bodies moved together perfectly. We rocked and thrusted and held tightly to each other. Our sweat mingled and our breathing grew more and more erratic. Alicia held tightly to my shoulders as she leaned back and continued to ride me, hard. My hands dug into her hips as we moved faster and faster.
My eyes roamed freely over her body, the bounce of her breasts, the curve of her neck, and the way her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy. I could have watched her forever. I didn’t want the moment to end, but my body had other plans; I could feel myself growing closer and closer.
I wrapped my hand around her curls and pulled her farther backward while I lowered my lips to her breasts. She rode me harder as I licked her nipples. When my teeth closed around them, I felt her shaking uncontrollably, letting me know she was close too.
The scream that escaped her lips when she came was earth shattering. I followed closely behind her and we both collapsed against each other. I held her sweaty body against mine as we laid down together.
She wrapped her leg around my waist and laid her head on my chest, breathing just as hard as I was.
My heart pounding against my ribs, I played with her hair and kissed her forehead. Once we were both breathing normally again, Alicia sat up slightly to kiss me.
I sighed deeply. “My god, you’re amazing,” I said.
She laughed. “Right back ya.”
“Seriously, Alicia, one of these days, you’re going to kill me.”
“Never,” she teased. “I’ll just make you think you died and went to heaven.”
I laughed and she kissed me again. Our eyes met when we pulled apart and I smiled. Her blue eyes searched mine questioningly.
“What’s that smile for?” she asked.
“I’m happy. I’m just really, truly happy.”
She grinned and laid her head back down on my chest. We were both naked and sweaty, and the air around us was stale and steamy. Everything was sticky, but we didn’t care. We could have lied there in each other’s arms for the rest of the night and been perfectly happy. But we couldn’t; Alicia had class in the morning and I had to train.
Reluctantly, we got dressed and I drove her home. When we pulled up to her house, I kissed her slowly, wanting to remember everything about the way she felt.
“Keep doing that and I’ll never get out of the car,” she joked.
“That’s the plan,” I told her with a playful grin.
She laughed as she pushed the car door open.
I watched her curls bounce as she made her way across the yard and disappeared inside.
I shook my head and tried to pull myself out of the memory. That night had been one of the best of my life. Hell, even after five years, it still stood out in my mind. There were so many things I loved about being with Alicia, but the way our bodies melded so perfectly together was by far one of the best. She had a way of captivating me completely, mind, body, and soul.