"Jesus Christ! You aren't wearing anything else, are you?"
She gripped the counter in front of her and shook her head. "No. I told you I wasn't."
"Turn around," he demanded after he unzipped the back of her dress.
Ellie wanted skin-to-skin contact so badly that she obeyed. "I can't do this," she protested weakly, trying to fight the desires of her body with the logic of her mind. Unfortunately, her body was winning the battle. She'd wanted Zane for so long and so damned much that her defenses were crumbling.
After lifting the dress over her head and letting it hit the floor, Zane took her by the shoulders. "You said you wanted somebody who sees you, somebody who cares about you. I assume you've been saving your virginity for him. That man is me, Ellie. I'm sure as hell not a virgin, but I think I've been waiting for you forever. If you want to back out, do it now, or I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself later."
His expression was fierce as she glanced up at him, his eyes nearly devouring her mostly-nude body with appreciation.
"I think I've always been waiting for you," she admitted quietly, finally meeting his eyes as they drifted to her face. "But I'm scared."
"Why?" he asked urgently, sounding slightly wounded. "I'd never hurt you, Ell."
She shook her head. "It's not that. I want you. I want to be with you. But after it's over, I'm scared that I'll crave you every single day."
He ran his fingers slowly from the gorgeous necklace that she was wearing down her body until he reached her barely-there panties. His fingers rubbed over the silky material, teasing her with the pleasure she knew she could experience with him and only him. The reason she hadn't had sex before was simple: she'd never wanted anyone except Zane.
"Then crave me, Ellie. For fuck's sake, crave me as much as I crave you," he answered huskily, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and the side of her mouth. "Need me so badly that you think you're going crazy. I'll be there to take away the ache because I know exactly how it feels."
She felt naked, both emotionally and physically, as she stood before him almost nude. Her arms crept around his neck and she speared a hand through his thick hair, glorying in the feel of the strands sliding between her fingers. "Yes," she answered simply. "Please."
Ellie immediately felt her body being lifted and carried, not knowing where they were going until he set her down in the middle of his own bed. "I want to do this right, Ellie. I don't want you to feel a moment of pain."
She didn't care if it hurt, as long as she could get Zane inside her as quickly as possible. "I don't care. I just want you."
"You already have me," he growled as he started to strip off his clothes. "And I have no intention of letting you go."
She was nervous. Not that Ellie had any desire to back away now. Dammit, she'd almost died at the hands of a sociopath. She wanted to find out what it felt like to be with someone who cared about her, a man she'd wanted for so long she wasn't sure when the deep ache inside her had begun. But her lack of experience was making her anxious.
"I don't know what to do," she confessed, sitting cross-legged on the bed as she watched Zane remove his bow tie and yank it from his neck. Ellie licked her dry lips apprehensively as he started on his shirt, revealing muscular abs and a toned torso that her fingers were itching to touch.
"Anything you want, Ellie. Whatever you need."
"I need to touch you," she said breathlessly as she watched him shrug out of his shirt.
He froze as she slowly scrambled off the bed to stand beside him.
Following her instincts, Ellie reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling the zipper down carefully. She might have never gone all the way, but she was familiar with the touchy-feely making out part. But it had been a while. She fumbled as she grasped the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, taking the black boxer briefs down with the tuxedo pants.
Dropping to her knees, she kept pulling, surprised when his freed cock almost hit her in the face. "It's enormous," Ellie murmured incredulously as she tried to wrap her fist around his member when it was completely erect.
Zane groaned, and stroked a hand over her hair. "Jesus Christ. I might not live through this."
She let go of him immediately and finished removing his pants and underwear. Zane stepped out of them obligingly. "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" Ellie couldn't hide the worry in her tone.
"No, baby. It's not you." He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. "But seeing you on your knees with my dick in your hands is like a goddamn fantasy for me."
Ellie wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but she was totally willing to do it again. "I don't mind fulfilling any of your fantasies," she said eagerly.
He brushed a curl from her face as he replied, "Be careful what you promise, Ell. I have a very dirty imagination when it comes to you," he answered dangerously.
A shiver went up her spine as Zane lowered his hand from her waist to her bare ass, stroking over it as he threaded the fingers of his other hand through her hair. "I need to take this slow, sweetheart. This isn't just a fuck for me."
He picked her up and laid her in the middle of the bed again, but this time he came down on top of her.
"Not for me either," she agreed shakily, the feel of the warm, satiny skin of his chest making contact with her sensitive nipples muddling her brain.
She ran her hands over every inch of bare skin she could touch-over his shoulders, back and then up again-drowning in the sensation of being able to feel him against her skin-to-skin.
"God, you feel so good," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, her body already demanding satisfaction.
"Things are about to feel a hell of a lot better," Zane rasped as he rolled off her body and to her right side.
She mewled with disappointment, hating the loss of connection with him … until she felt his hand cupping her breast, his mouth lowering to suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth.
Ellie had been felt up by guys before, but Zane wasn't just a guy. He was a grown man who knew exactly how to touch her. Squirming as he bit gently on one of the solid peaks, she started to hyperventilate as he pinched the other one.
There was no real pain, and he soothed her with his tongue after the arousing nips and pinches. The combination was so erotic that her core was vibrating with tiny spasms, and she lifted her hips in frustration.
"Zane. Please. I ache."
"I want you to ache," he acknowledged hoarsely as his hand moved down her belly. "I want you to feel, baby. I want you to experience everything."
His fingers brushed over the square of silk over her pussy, making Ellie shudder. "What I want right now is to experience you fucking me," she insisted. She'd waited so long for this moment, and her body was demanding she experience the main event.
"You will," he answered huskily, his words muffled against her breasts. "But not yet." He pulled on her thigh. "Open for me, Ellie. Spread your legs and let me touch you."
His voice was so demanding, so persuasive that she obeyed immediately, spreading her legs apart, feeling so vulnerable that it was almost frightening.
Then, she forgot about her apprehension as Zane traced a finger over the lips of her pussy through the silk, and then promptly gave the panties a hard yank, breaking the strings and causing the garment to come apart in his hand. He tossed the ruined underwear to the floor, after he pulled slow and steady on the thong, letting the soft material slide sensually between the cheeks of her ass.
Totally exposed, Ellie had a hard time not clamping her thighs together, but once he touched her, she was completely lost.
His fingers slid easily through her wet folds, all of them working together as his thumb flicked over her clit while he still caressed the rest of her sensitive pink flesh.
"Oh, God. That feels good. So good." Ellie closed her eyes, her back arching as his talented fingers aroused her to the point of insanity. She felt him moving down her body, his hair occasionally brushing her bare skin.
"I hope this feels even better," he answered with a growl.
She squealed as she felt his hot, wet tongue slide over her, zeroing in on the tiny bundle of nerves that was pulsating against his mouth. Zane gave no mercy, devouring her pussy like he hadn't eaten in months. His actions were carnal and raw, his entire face buried between her thighs.
"I can't take it anymore, Zane. Please," she whimpered, her hands sinking into his hair as she felt her impending climax.
Her hips rose up as his fingers found the tight entrance to her sheath and experimentally slipped one finger into her untried body, and then added another. "Baby, you're so damn tight," he cursed, lifting his head for a brief instant while he fucked her with his fingers.