She turned her head, jarring her lips free. “No, Zane.”
He eased back and gazed down at her, then drew her blouse open, revealing her simple floral lace bra beneath.
“It’s so pretty and feminine. It suits you.”
His praise didn’t stop her cheeks from flushing hotly at him gazing at her intimate garment.
“Zane, this has gone too far.”
“On the contrary. It hasn’t gone anywhere near far enough.” He eased her blouse past her shoulders, letting it drape from her arms. Then his gaze fell to her breasts and with what could only be described as awe, he ran his hands over her them, caressing lightly, then cupping them in the warmth of his hands.
His touch was so gentle and loving.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her breast, then sucked through the thin fabric. To her total shock, she arched against him.
Trembling with need she leaned back against the cold wall, willing herself to protest. But his touch felt so good.
His hand glided down her stomach and she tensed as it slipped inside her jeans.
“No, Zane.”
But too late. His fingers had already slipped between her legs and found the dampness there. He unfastened her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. Still crouched in front of her, he stared at her skimpy, floral panties. His fingers glided lightly over the fabric which was damp from her excitement.
He stood up, now sporting a smug, masculine expression.
He pulled something from his pocket and then she felt metal against her skin near her shoulder, then the bra strap released. She glanced at his hand to see a pocketknife, which he was using to cut the second strap.
“My bra,” she protested.
“I’ll buy you another one.”
His hand glided behind her and he unhooked it. The bra fell open. He pushed it out of the way and it dropped to the ground.
He stared at her naked breasts, heat blazing in his eyes. Then he swooped down and his mouth found her swollen nub and she gasped at the intensity of feeling herself drawn into his hot, moist mouth.
He suckled and she arched, wanting more.
The sound of a zipper, then the feel of his hot shaft falling against her stomach, jarred her from the haze of pleasure. It was thick and hard, and felt like molten iron as it glided over the crotch of her panties, then he pulled aside the fabric.
“Zane, no, you can’t do this,” she says weakly.
His determined gaze, melting with need, locked on hers. The tip of his cock brushed against her naked flesh.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” The hard flesh brushed against her again. So thick and solid.
She ached for it inside her.
“I don’t… ohhh…” she moaned as he brushed against her again. “I…”
He pressed his cheek to her temple, his hot breath rippling across her neck, sending tingles through her.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for a very long time.” His cockhead swiped over her moist folds again, sending heat fluttering through her. “And clearly you want me, too.”
“We can’t,” she protested, desperate to maintain some level of sanity.
“We can do anything we want. So if you want me to stop, tell me right now that you don’t want me.”
He stared and she struggled to find it inside herself. To tell him the lie.
But she had never been able to lie to him.
And she had wanted him for such a long time. She used to lie awake at night, wishing he’d come into her room and take her. She’d wanted him to take her virginity and show her how to be a woman. And she’d hated herself for it. Wondering what was wrong with her. But now, as she stared into his demanding blue eyes, she couldn’t deny it.
His lips turned up in a smile and his hard flesh stroked over her soft folds again. His lips captured hers, pressing her head hard against the stone wall as her insides ignited with flames at the feel of his erection brushing her sensitive flesh. Then he pressed, pushing his hot, hard cock forward. Inside her. Just a little at a time.
She shook his lips free and sucked in a breath, but he captured her mouth again and drove his tongue deep as his cock pushed further into her. Stretching her.
Oh, God, it was so big. So devastatingly hard and imposing.
And it felt so good pushing inside her.
She moaned into his mouth and he released her lips, then watched her as he pushed deeper. Eyes wide, she was mesmerized, staring into his hard-as-iron gaze. But there was something more there. Something almost… soft.
Desire for her?
Lust made more sense. Just the need to control and subdue her, and why not sexually, since he was right, there had always been a strong attraction between them, even though they had both always known it was too taboo to pursue.
He pushed deeper, his body now crushing her to the wall. Now he was inside her. Completely immersed in her. What was the point of fighting it now?
She just stared at him, both of them breathing hard.
Then he drew back, and drove forward again. Sparks flared inside her. As he drew back, her breath caught at the feel of the ridge of his cockhead dragging along her sensitive flesh, then she gasped as he drove deep again.
He began to pick up the pace, his erection gliding within her in powerful strokes, filling her, then gliding away, until he almost pulled free entirely, then driving deep again. His enormous cock filled her so full she thought she’d burst.
“I’m going to make you come,” he murmured against her ear, stirring the fine hairs along the side of her neck. “And when I do, you’re going to call out my name.”
He pulled back and drove into her again. Pleasure swept through her as his hard flesh filled her. The feel of his body tight against her stole her breath away. And the feel of him invading her body sent her hormones spiraling.
He drove deep again. She sucked in air as the intensity of the sensations built, swelling into a wave of joyous desire.
She wanted more. Needed more.
His lips nuzzled her neck, sending more tingles dancing down her spine, and the feel of it was so tender… so intimate… she lost her hold on the here and now. She arched against him and moaned, pleasure bubbling through her, buoying her higher and higher. Ripping her from reality and flinging her to rippling heights of frantic pleasure. Her wrists fought against the restraints as she tried to reach for him. To cling to him.
He thrust into her like a jackhammer… filling her so full… so fast and hard. She moaned, longing to hold him close, then her thoughts shattered and she trembled as bliss shuddered through her. She gasped.
“Oh, God, Zane. Yessss!”
Then she wailed long and hard, sure her screams must be deafening him, but he kept pummeling her body with his long, hard…oh so thick and delicious.… cock.
Then he groaned, pinning her to the wall, and exploded inside her. The feel of his hot seed filling her jolted her pleasure higher.
Finally, she collapsed against the wall, the stone cold and hard against her naked skin.
She felt the restraints around her wrists release and he scooped her up and carried her toward the stairs, then to the main floor. She clung to his neck, her head resting against his shoulder as he headed to the curved staircase leading to the second floor. Bright light flashed through the large bay windows and he held her a little closer, but the lightning didn’t bother her, nor did the roll of thunder following on its heels as he bounded up the stairs. The steady beat of his heart against her ear… the protective feel of his arms around her… made her feel safe.
They reached his bedroom and he opened his door. A door that she’d never opened before last night, but had always wanted to. She’d always wanted to know what it was like in his bedroom. His inner sanctum.
She’d seen it this morning, but only briefly as she’d fled his bed. Now it was too dark to see anything more than the huge bed in the middle of the room, the thick posts at each corner of the wooden frame glowing slightly in the illumination from the hallway.
He pulled back the covers and lay her down, then slid in behind her. His arm glided around her waist, and he pulled her close. Lightning flashed and he drew her tighter to his hard, muscular body.
She relaxed against him, feeling safe in his embrace, despite the storm raging outside. His lips brushed against her temple and she sighed, not wanting to think about what had just happened between them. And how she had wanted it just as much as he had.
And what it might mean.
* * *
Chelsea awoke to the feel of warm lips caressing her forehead. She murmured her approval as she snuggled closer to the solid body in front of her. As her eyelids fluttered open, the lips found hers in a gentle kiss. It was dark and she couldn’t see, but she knew it was Zane. She was in his room. In his bed.
His hand covered her breast, enveloping it in warmth and she ached for him. She wanted… Oh, God, she needed to feel his hands on her. Stroking. Caressing. She curled her hand over his shoulders and slid one hand along the breadth, then up his muscular neck to his jaw. He sighed then his tongue gently glided into her mouth. Her tongue met his and they undulated together.
His thumb found her nipple and stroked. She arched against him. He released her lips and eased her onto her back, then his mouth found her nub. The hot, moist feel of him on her took her breath away.
“Oh, God. Yes,” she moaned as he licked and fondled the hard bead of her nipple with his tongue.
Then he suckled and she gasped at the pleasure spiking through her. His hand stroked down her hip, then glided between her legs. She arched her hips upward. As his fingertips trailed along her inner thigh, the sensitive flesh pebbling into goose bumps, she yearned for him to touch her in her most intimate place. Then to glide inside her.