That would be a big, fat no.
And while her body trembled and her panties dampened with readiness, she wouldn’t give in easily. Feminine nature demanded some kind of resistance. Even a token one.
What was supposed to be a strong reprimand spilled out of her lips as a husky invitation. “And what is it you seem to think I crave?”
He aligned his body with hers, but didn’t press against her.
Cruel, evil man.
Breathing became more difficult when he lifted one hand to pull at the band in her hair. His eyes never left hers, luring her in until she felt ensnared. His hand tunneled into the silky strands to cup her head. “This.”
This was the descent of his lips. In almost slow motion she watched him close in, his warm breath fanning her cheeks. And then she saw nothing. His lips rubbed gently against hers, the tip of his tongue lapping at the parted seam of her mouth, licking, tasting. She whimpered, just a tiny sound of need, but it seemed to inflame Zan. He slanted his head and delved his tongue past her parted lips, thrusting deep.
Her purse fell to the floor and her hands rose to clench his head. She kissed him back with all her pent-up longing. Blood roared in her ears, blocking out everything except the way he was making her feel. Lust zinged hot and wild. His arm snaked around her waist, tugging her close, so close that her hardened nipples jabbed him in the chest.
When Zan jerked his mouth from hers she clutched his head, wanting to snarl in denial, contrary female that she was. But he only moved to press kisses along her cheek, her jaw. Then the seductive wet glide of his tongue on her throat. Wanting more, she arched her neck, giving silent permission.
“I want you, Jackie.” The words were growled out, followed by little nips along her tender flesh. “I want to devour you whole.”
Sharp, gnawing pleasure raced through her and she couldn’t think of anything else she wanted more. After all, she was a female and perfectly entitled to change her mind at any given second. Without notice.
“This isn’t...” But whatever she was going to say ended in a moan as his hands closed over her breasts. He kneaded her through the material of her shirt and bra even as his mouth silenced her words. Their tongues battled in a passionate skirmish. The kiss went on and on, his fingers sure as he rubbed and plucked at her nipples. Dark need reared bright and hot until she felt like smoldering ash. She wanted him over her, under her; buried deep inside her. And she wanted it now. Self-combustion was an imminent possibility.
She wiggled, rubbing against the hard wall of his body. His hands drifted lower to slip under her shirt, tugging the clothing up to bare her breasts. He pulled back just enough to lock eyes on the soft mounds. A low rumble sounded in his throat. Primal and hungry. “Beautiful.” Cupping one breast tenderly, he bent his head and wrapped his lips around the pebbled nub. His other hand skimmed down and around her body until they dipped inside her pants and undies to rest on the bare flesh of her ass.
Jackie jerked at the first lash of his tongue. Everything was coiled inside her, anxious for release. She had his head in a death-grip and gave a soft cry as he tugged and suckled on her hardened nipple. Then he gave the same loving attention to her other breast. Every nerve felt alive. So sensitized that the cool air that suddenly flowed over her damp nipples was almost painful.
She opened her eyes to see Zan lower himself to lick and nip and tease her quivering belly. He dipped his tongue briefly into her navel before traveling south with clear determination.
And really, who was she to stop him?
Her pants fell to the floor, leaving her sex covered in a tiny strip of cloth. Zan dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to her mound. Letting out a strained gargle, Jackie arched her hips. One leg was lifted and she watched as he tugged off her shoe and sock. He repeated the action on her other leg, all the while nipping and nuzzling the damp notch between her legs. “You’re scent is driving me crazy.”
With another tug, her pants were stripped clean off and she peeked through her lashes to see Zan’s reaction to her nudity. While she didn’t shave down there, she did keep herself neat and trim. And from the way Zan was licking his lips, her nether region met with his approval. He leaned in close, breathed deep. “I want to drown in you.”
By the way her body reacted he just might get his wish. The guttural statement was followed by swift action. He opened her swollen folds with his thumbs and once again used that talented tongue of his to push her closer to the edge. A gentle swipe from her soaking entrance to her throbbing clit caused her legs to seize up in decadent shock. He licked and caressed every creamy fold, creating a tingling friction that had her hips moving against his mouth in wild abandon. When he took the hard little knot of nerves into his mouth to suckle, her eyes crossed behind closed lids. Another moan left her lips. Reflexively, she parted her legs further.