Page 102 of Offside Devil
I summon the strength to tilt my chin down, breaking contact. I’m breathing embarrassingly hard. It doesn’t help that Zane immediately starts finding other uses for his mouth—such as kissing my jawline. The side of my neck. The soft spot beneath my ear.
He inhales deeply. “Fuck.”
There it is.
This was an accident. He doesn’t want me.
“It’s okay,” I pant. “We don’t have to… You said you didn’t want to start anything.”
He rests his forehead against mine. “I said your name.”
“What?”
“I said your name,” he repeats, gripping my hip. He bunches the fabric of my dress in his hand. “This morning. In the bathroom. You were right.”
I shake my head, too dizzy to follow what he’s saying. “I don’t?—”
“I was thinking about you.” His voice is a rough growl as he hauls me against him. His body feels incredible, but somehow the words feel even better. “I didn’t know you were at the door, but I was thinking about you, Mira. I was saying your name while I?—”
I whimper. An actual, for real, this-is-not-a-drill whimper.
“I know you saw,” he says, reading my mind. “You know what I was doing.”
It was impossible not to see. Even with steam in the air and condensation on the glass, the outline of Zane’s body and his jutting erection were painfully clear. I didn’t even mean to admit that I heard him saying my name; it slipped out. I was shocked and trying to make sense of everything.
I still am.
“Why?” I breathe.
“Because you wear these fucking dresses every day.” He fists the fabric at my hip, dragging it higher up my thigh. “Because you’re everywhere in this house and I can’t escape it. Even when I try.”
He misunderstood my question, but somehow, he’s answering it perfectly.
I arch closer. The bulge in his pants presses into my stomach and we both gasp.
Suddenly, he grabs my waist and lifts me onto the counter. It’s the first time we’ve been on the same level like this. His blue eyes are dark and glassy. They slip closed when my legs wrap around his body.
“You’re going to have to tell me to stop,” he grits out, eyes still closed.
“Do you want me to?”
Do I want me to?
Zane is so close and I’ve been thinking about this for so long, in so many ways. But my head can’t seem to catch up.
This was a fantasy, not real life. We can’t have this.
Then he hooks his hands around my ass and hauls me to the edge of the counter as if to show me how incredibly close we are to having this. He’s right there, pressing against my center, and I dig my nails into his shoulder blades. I drag my fingers over his back, tapping out what I want in morse code.
More. Now. Please.
“I want…” He exhales against my neck. It feels like he’s barely clinging to control, and I had no idea he could want this as much as I do. “Fuck no, Mira. I want you to tell me this is the greatest idea anyone has ever had. I want you to tell me that we’d be the smartest people on the fucking planet to do this every day. Twice a day. More.”
I slip my fingers in his belt loops. I barely tug and he shifts closer, sealing the space between us. Zane is waiting for my permission, which is why I hate the next words out of my mouth.
“I… I can’t tell you that.”
God, I want to. I want to lie and have this with Zane—whatever the fuck it is.