Her grip tightened on the bandage and with a swift yank, she ruthlessly ripped it free, taking several hairs along with it if Zan’s wince was any indication. “I don’t like liars, Zan.” She tried to push him away but he didn’t so much as budge.
“It wasn’t a real lie, more like a tiny fib.” He turned fully toward her, and with his legs still between hers, the move forced hers farther apart.
She arched her back when Zan loomed over her. “And I don’t like people who use their size to intimidate others.”
Zan paused, and then tilted his head. “Fair enough.” With lightening speed he reversed their positions. Only while he was now sitting down, she was straddled across his lap, his erection thick and hard and urgent against her sex.
One large hand was wrapped around her neck, the other tight against her ass. “What are you doing?” What was supposed to sound reproachful came out in a heated whisper.
“I want you in my arms.” He pressed his face to her neck and inhaled. “Your scent is driving me crazy.” The long, slow glide of his teeth was followed by a sultry lick of his tongue. Her body flared to life, trembling at the rush of sexual heat that engulfed her.
Her hands were on his shoulders, her fingers flexing over the muscles that rippled when she tilted her hips for a better angle. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know that ever since meeting you, the darkness inside me has lifted.” He stroked her back as he continued to nibble on her neck. “I know that you smell like a dream and taste even better. I know that I want you.”
She would not melt!
“This isn’t,” Jackie took in a breath when he edged his hand under her shirt. “This is too fast.” Belying her words, her legs snaked around the back chair legs and her hips began a slow rocking motion. She moaned softly, making his cock pulse harder.
His voice rough, he said, “Not fast enough. Otherwise, I’d already be inside you.”
Jackie gasped and Zan took advantage of her parted lips, slanting his mouth over hers and thrusting his tongue inside. He commanded the kiss from the start, taking possession, his tongue dueling with hers. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, the heat from his body seeping into hers, surrounding her, stroking her from the inside out.
Jackie swore an electric current burst through her body, sending fire racing through her bloodstream. She couldn’t think, could only feel. Then she was falling back, supported by Zan’s muscled thighs and one strong arm. Somehow he’d unhooked her bra without her realizing it, until he pushed both her shirt and bra high on her chest. He let out a small groan, his eyes darker with desire as he eyed her creamy flesh like a starving animal. Her thighs clenched as another rush of need soaked her panties. Her hands fell to grasp his calves when he gently glided one hand from her belly to between her exposed breasts and back again. The muscles in her stomach trembled under the hand that splayed wide over her.
“You’re incredibly beautiful.” His voice was a stroke of velvet, a caress all its own and it sent delicious shivers of arousal to destroy her control. He was too masculine, too seductive, too good at making her a slave to her body. Giving in to this man would be dangerous.
Blood rushed to her head, the ringing in her ears louder now.
Then he cupped one mound and descended on her, suckling her breast with an urgency that echoed in Jackie. She arched her back sharply, forgetting what she’d been thinking and why Zan touching her was not a good idea. Because this was damn good.
Her breathing had grown hectic with each flick of his tongue against her nipple. She dug her fingers through his short hair and into his scalp, silently demanding more. His hips rocked up, rubbing the hard length of his cock over the folds of her pussy and hitting her throbbing clit just right. She pushed back against him, lust becoming a greedy beast that clawed for release.
If she could just twist a little to the left.
Zan suddenly froze above her and Jackie nearly snarled in disapproval, opening her eyes at the same time to see an upside down view of the kitchen. And, to her complete shock, a pair of large black boots, facing away from her, and attached to living male legs.
Her shriek was cut off as Zan whipped her up against his chest so fast she thought she was going to puke.
“Get the fuck out of here, Scott.” To Jackie, Zan sounded beyond pissed and if she were on the receiving end of that command, she would have high-tailed it into the next state. Unfortunately she couldn’t make herself move anywhere. Not only did Zan have his arms banded about her in a purely possessive and unbreakable hold, she was too busy hiding her face in his neck while mortification stomped all over the passion she’d felt only seconds ago.