Page 54 of Wild Promise

When he popped the button, I thought he’d read my mind, but the jeans stayed slung around his hips, and his hands moved to my legs instead. My flesh tingled as his fingers smoothed up my bare thighs to my hips, taunting me with light, teasing strokes.

“I need you naked,” he rasped, his teeth catching his bottom lip in a way that made me instantly wet.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He growled, his fingers biting into my flesh. “You’re going to be bossy in bed, aren’t you?”

A sly smile played on my lips because even though it’d been forever, my body knew what it wanted, and he was absolutely right—I wouldn’t be satisfied until I got it. “Maybe.”

“Fuck, you know I love that, don’t you?” His eyes dropped from mine to focus on his task. He propped my legs onto his shoulder and slowly dragged my panties over my hips and down my legs.

Before I could even offer to help, he sat me up, unhooked the back of my dress, pulled it off over my head, and tossed it aside. My bra followed close behind. I was left in nothing but my knee-high socks, and although I’d expected to feel exposed, nothing about the moment was awkward.

I lay back on the bed and stretched my arms overhead, arching my back almost involuntarily. The movement felt provocative, yet effortless, and when his eyes raked over me, his mouth falling open, I didn’t just feel wanted.

I felt powerful.

But I was impatient, overheated and aching, and the longer he sat and stared, the more feverish I became. “Touch me.”

A wicked smile graced his lips.

Damn, I was in deep trouble. And I didn’t want out.

He sat back on his haunches, his hands resting flat on his own thighs. “You’re like a buffet. I don’t even know where to start.”

Fuck, how long would he make me wait?

“Start anywhere.” I reached for him.

His expression shifted instantly. He caught my wrists and pinned them to the bed, his smile turning wolfish as he leaned over me. “You ready to beg for real now, Melina?” He slid both my wrists above my head and secured them with one hand.

“Oh,” I moaned, my whole body vibrating as he traced a single finger down my arm, over my collarbone, and straight down the center of my body.

I gasped when he reached the apex of my thighs and flattened his whole hand over my pussy. But then he reversed course, trailing one finger back up my middle before circling my aching breasts. That single finger touched me everywhere except the places I was desperate for it.

“Please.” I squirmed under him. “Please, I’m begging you.”

He leaned farther over me, his mouth barely out of reach. “What do you need?”

“You,” I cried. “Please, Zane, I just need you.”

His hold on me disappeared, and suddenly he was standing at the side of the bed. I watched with raw, aching desire as he shoved his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, his eyes never leaving mine.

A drawer was opened. A condom retrieved. A low light illuminated.

My focus moved to the flex of his muscles and the sexy bob of his erection. He was thick and hard and straining, and the sight of him rolling the condom over his cock had me hovering on the edge of climax before he’d even touched me again. I couldn’t help but skim a hand down between my legs.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his eyes locked on my fingers, his own hand gripping his shaft. “You’re going to kill me.”

The bed dipped and he crawled toward me with a look that was pure, undisguised hunger. No performance. No charm. Just a man who wanted me badly enough to let it show.

No other man had ever brought me to the point where my mind shut off and my body took over. Where rules and reason were thrown away, and the risk I’d feared wasn’t just forgotten but welcomed.

Only Zane.

His mouth moved over me, from my hip to my stomach, up to my breasts. Hot, hungry, and relentless. His lips and tongue worked over every inch of skin they could find, and I gave myself over to every second of it.

When his fingers found me wet, he groaned against my breast, low and deep. When he circled my clit with a precision that made my vision blur, I moaned right along with him.