Initiate Me(29)

“Well...I’m waiting, so spill the beans. I haven’t got all night, you know.” She was cute as fuck with her arms folded across her chest. And man, what a set of breasts she had.

I cleared my throat. “Do you still want me to teach you?

“T...t...teach me?” she stammered.

“About sex,” I reminded her.

“What, when—” God, I loved it when she blushed.

“At the wedding, you asked me if I would be willing to teach you all I know about sex. Now, I’m not sure how much Brunetti or Sinclair wine you drank that night, but I know you want me. Still want me. And I want you.”

She chewed on her lower lip and tried to move further away from me. She scooted past me and sat on the sofa, nervously twirling her hair around her fingers. Her nervousness only aroused me more. I couldn’t help it; I burst out laughing. “You having trouble remembering that you propositioned me, angel?”

“Um...no...I’m just really worried about Jada at the moment, and Max of course. You know,” she wrung her hands together nervously, “with what they are going through with all the IVF treatments and endless appointments at the fertility centre. If I could carry a baby for them myself, I’d do it.”

Mia would do it, too; she had a heart of gold. I suddenly pictured Mia pregnant. She’d be beautiful. A woman like her would want kids, I thought. I could already picture her teaching a little dark-haired child how to cook, play board games and any other hobby or sport she excelled at.

I cupped her chin and stroked her jaw. “I’m sorry they need to go through the process of IVF. They have a great team of doctors and with the right attitude and a little faith, a lot can happen. And Jada is strong. Look at what she went through. She's lucky to be alive.”

“All thanks to you.”

“But it still bothers you, doesn’t it? Do you want kids of your own one day, angel?

“Yeah, I love kids. I can't wait to have them.”

She smiled, and it warmed my heart. I winked and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “You know that nothing will keep you from getting what you want if you want it that badly.”

“Thanks...I think,” she said.

I leaned toward her, noting the way her lips parted and her breathing increased. “You know what I think, angel?”

“W-What?”

“I need to kiss you. I think if I don’t touch you, I’ll die,” I murmured as I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to hers. I inhaled her gasp of surprise and pulled her close. As my tongue dipped inside her mouth, I knew I’d been right about one thing:

For someone so innocent, her kisses were potent.

***

MIA

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t move.

The feel of his lips against mine was Heaven. His tongue played and teased.

My body turned to liquid fire in seconds. I should’ve pushed him away, sent him home. Instead, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. He groaned as if he couldn’t get enough of me and was pleased with my response. Sliding his arm beneath my knees, he pulled me onto his lap. My body felt so light against the power and strength of his body.

He lifted his mouth from mine and whispered something against my neck, then moved his lips downward, teasing me beyond measure. I leaned back, giving him permission to lick a fiery path along my chin and collarbone before he zeroed in on the buttons on my white blouse. He kissed my cleavage and dipped his talented tongue beneath my white satin bra. I arched against him, desperate for more. I was so hungry for him to touch me everywhere.

Zane chuckled and stopped long enough to murmur, “Easy. We’ll get there, I promise.”

I didn’t like the way I was so helpless and giving in to my body’s demands. “Faster or you can leave, damn it.”

He stopped his ministrations and stared at me in the brightly lit room. What went through his head in that moment was anyone’s guess. When he touched my cheek, I practically melted at his tender caress.

“Is that what you really want, baby? Do you want me to leave?” I hadn’t expected him to take me seriously. I’d only been trying to get him stop taking his time and get to third base! Holy hell, I was ready for the home run!

“No. I’m just...”

“Anxious?” he helpfully supplied.

I gritted my teeth, clenched my eyes closed and admitted, “Yes.”

When I felt his lips against my forehead, I forced my eyes open. His gaze held a wealth of tenderness. That feeling women experience when they are anxious or nervous—butterflies in the stomach—well, they were in full force. I had an army of them which came to life inside me. An entire swarm fluttered around in there.