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Soft, plump lips kissed the knife scar on his left thigh and he tried to suck in air that was as hot and thick as melted honey.
“Zane.” Her warm, damp breath brushed the sensitive engorged head that was a whisper from her lips, making his stomach rollercoaster and his dick leap. “You’re safe with me.”
Then her generous mouth engulfed him in satin heat.
He jerked and a guttural noise perilously close to pain wrenched from his chest.
Her tongue swirled, laving him …loving him… and his lungs pumped in ragged gasps as white-hot pleasure seared him to the core. Every muscle tightened, his body quaking, heart thrashing.
Far too soon, the electric urge to climax prickled down his spine.
No!
He moaned through clenched teeth, fighting the inevitable end.
He wanted to savor this moment. To cling to this mysterious secret link forging between himself and Jillian. Cling to the intense, exquisite bliss of belonging with her.
Even though that feeling, that yearning, was scary as fuck.
But it’d been way too long and he was way too amped, and her sweet, hot, wet mouth just felt too damned good.
Better than anything in his life.
Zane thrust his fingers into her silky hair, trying to tug her away, urgently trying to warn her he was on the razor edge.
“Mmm hmm.” Her hum vibrated through him, intensifying the overwhelming sensation nearly beyond bearing.
Oh God.
“I’m—”he managed to gasp. “Gonna—”
She hummed again and gripped his ass, pulling him deeper.
God!His back arched and he let go. Shuddering, moaning as a tsunami of molten release roared through him, erupted out of him.
Jillian took everything he gave, drawing out the ecstasy longer than he thought possible.
Completely wrecking him.
While he was still struggling to orient himself, while the ground was still rocking and rolling beneath his feet, she glided back up his quaking torso. Pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “Zane,” she said huskily. “Now you don’t have to—technically—lie to anybody either.” Compassionate eyes ensnared him. “Except yourself.”
Zane’s knees buckled, and he slid down the wall. Sitting on the shower floor, he watched her calmly open the shower door, and step out. She wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel, then picked up her robe and walked from the room.
Chapter 10
Zane didn’t have a clue how long he sat in the shower freefalling. Finally, he managed to pull out of the tailspin and orient himself.
Holy crap.
As a pilot, he’d experienced hypoxia—oxygen deprivation and disorientation that hit at high altitudes.
Recovering from hypoxia was a stroll in the park compared to an up-close-and-personal encounter with Jillian.
He clambered to his feet and cranked off the water. Stalked out of the stall and grabbed a towel, drying himself far more vigorously than necessary.
What thehellhad just happened?
He dragged on a pair of black boxer briefs.Your sweet new bride KO’d you, buddy, that’s what.
