Billionaire Undaunted(44)

The stimulation on that tiny bundle of nerves forced her to explode, her body feeling like it was being torn to pieces as she started a strong, different kind of climax that she’d never experienced before. “Yes. Oh, God. It’s too much.”

“Let go, baby. Take what you want,” he urged desperately.

All she wanted was Zane, and that included seeing him get off. She clung to his sweat-laden shoulder, their bodies sliding together erotically as the pulsations became strong, and then impossibly more intense.

“Zane!” She screamed out his name as sensation overwhelmed her.

He covered her mouth with his, as though he wanted to claim her exclamation of pleasure as his. The kiss was rough, covetous, and greedy, and Ellie welcomed it. She shuddered with ecstasy as the crescendo started to calm, the muscles within the walls of her sheath clamping down on Zane’s cock.

Ellie’s short nails dug into the skin of his back, needing to find purchase to keep her grounded.

He yanked his mouth from hers. “Fuck!” he groaned, lifting his upper body on his forearms, his head thrown back, every muscle in his body tight as her contractions made him spill himself inside her.

Ellie was panting, her body spent, but her heart was still racing as she watched Zane in his moment of release. He’d never looked more gorgeous than he did right now, his pleasure seemingly so acute that it was almost painful.

Finally, he relaxed, resting his body on top of hers. Ellie gently threaded her fingers into his hair and cradled his head against her shoulder as they both struggled for breath.

“Jesus! Did I hurt you? Please tell me I didn’t,” Zane said between ragged breaths.

She smiled as she stroked his irresistible head of hair. It was perfect. He was perfect. “You didn’t hurt me. You were worth waiting for, Zane.”

He rose up, causing her fingers to slide out of his hair as he speared her with an intense stare, a look that seemed to be searching to see if she was telling the truth.

Stroking her fingers over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw, she repeated, “You didn’t hurt me. Really. My first time was more amazing than I could have dreamed about. Thank you.”

“Christ! Don’t thank me for something I’ve desperately wanted for so long. It’s not like I was doing you a favor.” Zane broke their stare as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. “It should have been longer and much gentler,” he answered in a self-deriding tone as he stroked his hand over her hair and down her back.

She sighed. “It was mind-blowingly amazing.” Her spent body was relaxed and still humming with a pleasant post-coital bliss.

“Then you’re easily pleased,” Zane remarked with a lazy humor in his voice.

“Are you having performance anxiety?” she teased him.

“This was a first for me, too. Maybe a little,” he admitted freely. “I can assure you, I’ve never had any problems before.”

Ellie let out a startled laugh at his sudden arrogance. “I’m sure you haven’t if what just happened was any indication of your previous performances.”

“They never mattered, Ell,” he replied hoarsely. “This time, I wanted everything to be good for you.”

She had to swallow the lump in her throat before she could speak. “I’m glad it was you,” she told him simply, unable to express how much it meant to her that he gave a damn.

All this time, Ellie knew she’d been waiting for this day, this evening. She’d been waiting for Zane Colter, even though he had always been an impossible dream that she just couldn’t let go of.

“It will always be me,” he grumbled, putting a possessive hand on her ass. “This wasn’t a one-timer. I still have all those dirty thoughts about you that I need to make a reality.”

Ellie thought for a moment before she spoke. “Zane, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything more.” He’d been hurt by a woman before, and she wasn’t going to force their relationship.

He bolted into a sitting position, taking her with him. She ended up sprawled over his legs, and struggled into a sitting position right in front of him. He grasped her bare shoulders tightly, his expression troubled. “I do need something, sweetheart,” he remarked darkly. “I need you. I need both of us to commit to this crazy connection we both know exists. I can’t ignore it anymore, Ell, and I don’t want you to either. I didn’t use a damn condom because I never planned on this being a one-time fling. It’s complicated, but I’m past the point where I give a damn. Let’s make things as damn confusing as we want them to be. Explore this with me, or I know we’ll both regret it for the rest of our lives. At least, I know I will.”