Page 36 of Wild Promise

Damn. Here I was, trying to be sexy and seductive, but suddenly I was famished. My first bite was quickly followed by a second, third, and a fourth.

Followed closely by Zane’s throaty chuckle. “Fucking delectable.” He wrapped an arm around my waist as he moved close behind me, boxing me in against the counter.

“Mm, sorry,” I mumbled, serving the next bite to him from over my shoulder.

He dipped his head, sliding his mouth around the offered portion. Then, on another grateful groan that sent shivers coursing down my spine, he nuzzled up the side of my neck, to my ear, and whispered, “The food’s pretty good, too.”

Chapter Twelve

Zane

Fuck, she was stunning.

Melina feasted on our free meal with her mouth soft, eyes at half-mast, and chest rising with each satisfied sigh. Something tightened in me. Not the usual ache or the familiar craving, but something deeper. Something that felt like it could become permanent.

Things were about to change. And it scared the hell out of me.

After tonight, there was no way I could rush out to another crazy party and continue with the never-ending string of one-night stands. It would be pointless to even try. Especially since it wouldn’t cure the bite of agitation I felt every time I denied myself what I truly wanted.

Melina was the only answer. I wanted her, and I didn’t care if it took one date or ten, I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had her.

Although, I was wound entirely too fucking tight right now. With her curves pressed against me and her ass brushing up against my aching cock, it was impossible not to be.

Still, as hungry as I was for her, it wasn’t all about her body. She was guarded, yet fiery, and determined as hell to keep me on my toes. I liked that. Fuck, I liked pretty much everything about her.

“Wow.” She sighed, dropping the fork to the counter and leaning back into me. “I haven’t had a meal this fantastic in forever.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. And you even saved some for me.”

“Thank you,” she said through a laugh, swatting my hand as she stretched her neck to look up at me. The angle gave me a perfect view down her body, and my mind filled with visions I had no business entertaining.

Of her bent over this counter. Of my hands on her hips. Of driving into her so hard and deep she’d be begging me to let her come.

“You’re welcome.” I bent forward and kissed the tip of her nose, forcing away the torturous images so that I could enjoy the way she languished in my arms.

When I pulled back, she shifted, turning her delectable body to face me. Her hands ran up my chest, over my shoulders, and clasped around my neck, leaving a burning trail of desire in their wake.

“I mean it.” Her gaze was a formidable challenge. “You paid attention to everything I said, and you kept your word. You have no idea how important that is to me, Zane.”

Heat spread through me, my body practically demanding I act on its urges. “I think I might have a bit of an idea.”

She inhaled deeply, the soft swell of her tits pressing against me, and my entire body vibrated with need. And fuck, it was the best kind of misery ever.

Her fingers played with the ends of my hair, her brows pinching together. “How do you know so many people, and why did they all seem to owe you a favor?”

Laughing, I stepped back and caught her hand in mine. I needed to create some goddamn distance before I moved us into territory neither of us was probably ready for.

Because as much as I ached for her, I didn’t want it to end. “Let’s sit and finish our wine. If you’re going to interrogate me, let’s do it in comfort.”

She made a noise of protest and gestured to the mess on the counter.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean up later. Right now, I just want to enjoy being with you.” And hell, if that wasn’t the truest thing I’d said all night.

Yes, I wanted her naked and begging. But I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to take my time with her. Show her that I understood she was worth more than a quick fuck or even a full night of passion. But most of all, I just wanted to be with her, and to have my restless urges quieted, any way I could.

We curled up on my couch, with her legs tucked under her and her curves pressed tight to my side.

“I don’t want to interrogate you,” she said with a frown. “I guess I’m just feeling a bit out of my element tonight.”