Page 48 of Meant for Two

“Oh, I am definitely worthy and well worth it, too.”

Heat surged through her veins at his evocative words, and without thinking, she leaned forward until their lips met in a passionate kiss. Zane's hands immediately found her hips, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. His tongue eagerly sought entrance, and Blair moaned as he deepened the kiss, their bodies pressing together in a frenzy of desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, needing him as close as he could get, never wanting to let go.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting for air. Zane's eyes were heavy-lidded with desire, and Blair knew without a doubt that he was worth every single moment of the wait.

"I need you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"I know," he replied, his fingers trailing down her spine. "And I need you too, Blair."

Bad wrist be damned, she fumbled with the button on his jeans. She thought he’d swat her hand away and undress himself, but he seemed to be content to have her try. Only then did she realize she’d never succeed in getting his jeans off. “Can you take off your boots?”

Zane flashed her a grin. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, efficiently undid the laces on his boots, and kicked them off. “As long as I’m undressing, I’ll continue—this time.”

“Yes, please.”

Zane stepped out of his jeans, kicked them to the side, and then turned around.

“Holy, shit. Excuse my French, but that is way too big to fit.” She loved that he went commando.

“Trust me, by the time I’m done licking and kissing you, I’ll slip right in. And using the complaint you had before, now that I’m naked, you should be too.”

Blair smiled. “I was wondering when you’d do something about that inequity.”

Blair could have taken off her skirt, but she wanted—no needed—his hands on her body. His touch empowered her.

He laughed and then pounced. Instead of the slow seduction she expected, Zane unzipped her skirt and pulled it off in one tug. It joined his jeans.

“The panties require a more delicate approach,” Zane said as he spread her legs and crawled in between them. He inhaled. “I love your scent.”

There were a hundred things Blair loved about him, but keeping quiet seemed to be the way to go. Zane cupped her breasts with his meaty hands, and as he sucked on her clit through her silk panties, streaks of pleasure soared through her.

Zane moved her panties to the side and dragged a thumb between her folds.

“Hurry,” Blair said in a raspy voice.

“I like a woman who isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants.” He then did the unthinkable. He ripped off her panties and tossed them on the floor. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. You have no idea how hard I’m working not to impale you right now, but I want to wait.”

She didn’t give a damn about the panties. Blair just needed Zane. His mouth settled over her pussy, and Blair’s toes curled with the sensations his tongue elicited. His lips teased her, sucking on her clit and plunging deep. Her back arched, and she dug her fingers into the mattress, the warmth of his breath between her legs caressing her skin. This was pure heaven.

Blair dug her fingers into his scalp and lifted her hips, needing more of him. “Take me, please.”

That had to be a first for her. She never begged a man. But Zane altered her cells somehow.

He lifted his head and grinned. “I’ve only just begun. Hang on tight for the ride of your life.”

She might have tossed back some snarky remark about how he was full of hot air, but deep inside, she knew what he said would come true. “I’m weak.”

“No, you are strong, but you’re welcome to come as many times as you want.”

Could he say anything nicer? Not that she needed permission, but it was wonderful to know he wouldn’t think less of her if she gave into the glory that was zinging through her.

Zane moved higher on her body and pinned down one nipple between his lips. When he pulled at it, tiny streams of desire raced through her.

Blair dragged her hands down his shoulders, loving how his muscles bunched and swelled with each movement.

“Kiss me, Zane,” Blair demanded.

He licked one nipple and then the other before crawling upward again. When his lips met hers once more, Blair’s body heated with shards of bliss. They kissed long and hard, their tongues tangling together as he cupped her breast possessively. He rolled the nipple between his fingers, creating a delicious pull that echoed in the burning ache between her thighs.