Princess Next Door(20)
“I made you some dinner.” Her stomach chose that moment to growl.
“You didn’t feed yourself?” he asked.
“I was waiting for you.” And now she was starving and embarrassed. Her stomach was making so much noise.
Zane took the lead, entering the dining room, helping her sit down, and he’d not even seen her sexy negligee as she still wore her apron over the top.
He served her up some food, and ordered her to eat as he served himself.
The food was delicious, but her stomach still kept making noise.
“I think you could be a better cook than me,” she said.
“Wait until you taste my grilled steak. I’m a master at it, and I like mine rare.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I love mine pretty much burned and rock-hard.”
He started to laugh. “Wait until you taste mine. You know you’re going to have to try it.”
She took a bite of the shrimp and smiled. “I may just do that.”
He winked at her. “You’ll love it.”
“How was work?”
She listened as he told her about his day, and then he asked about hers. It wasn’t long before they were both laughing at each other’s stories. He’d grab her hand, giving it a squeeze. She loved watching him laugh.
He didn’t hold anything back, and she adored that about him.
When it came to the brownies, he decided she was the better baker though.
“I can’t even get a boxed mix to work. It’s always sunken and gross.”
She smiled and stood up, taking their dishes into the kitchen. She was washing them when he moved up behind her, placing his hands on her waist.
His lips went to her neck, and she gasped.
“I want to see what you wore for me.”
She didn’t deny it, and drying her hands on the nearest towel, she tossed it aside and removed the apron, dropping it to the floor to let him see.
“You make it impossible for a man to wait for the right moment.” He pulled her close, kissing her neck, and she gasped, arching against him.
“Then don’t.”
She was tired of waiting.
****
Zane had spent a great deal of time thinking about Carey, the guy he’d seen talking with Princess. There had been judgment in his eyes, and he hated it when people did that. She’d told him about the kind of life she’d lived, and even though it had been a good life, she’d been met with expectation from her parents. Expected to marry, expected to have kids, her life to be entirely different.
If she’d followed their rules, he wouldn’t have her in his arms right now.
“Once we do this, there is no turning back,” he said.
“I don’t care about turning back, Zane. I don’t want to turn back the clock. I trust you, and I want you. I know it’s going to hurt, but there’s no one else I want to be with.” She took his hand and placed it against her breast. Her nipple was hard as it pressed against his palm. “You make me feel so much, and I don’t want that to stop. I want this with you, Zane. I’m not going to regret it.”
Gripping the back of her neck, he took possession of her lips, and like every single time before, she melted against him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Running his hands down her back, he squeezed her ass and tugged her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, and he carried her from the kitchen.
He didn’t break the kiss as he took her to her room. Easing her down onto the bed, he switched the light on.
“Don’t you want to turn it off?”
“Nope. I want to be able to see all of you, and I don’t want you hiding from me.” He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to one side, and next removing his jeans.
The hard line of his cock was easily outlined in his boxers, but he got rid of them quickly.
“Oh, I got these.” He watched as she moved up the bed, opening the drawer. “Do you have any idea how many different condoms there are? I was so confused.” She placed a couple on the bed, and he lifted a few up. “Did I get the right ones?”
“Yes.”
She knelt on the bed, and he reached behind her head to take the pin holding her hair up. He watched as her hair fell around her in waves, and he ran his fingers through the length, pulling her up so that he could claim a kiss once again.
Princess moaned, holding onto his arms, and he didn’t want to let her go.
“I’ve never bought condoms before.”
“There’s always a first time for everything.” He kissed her lips once again and closed his eyes, breathing her in.
He wanted this to be so damn perfect for her. She’d gotten under his skin in more ways than he could deny. Even his friends said that he was different.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“A little.”
“If at any point you want me to stop then you’ve got to tell me and I’ll stop.”
She nodded.
Slowly, he slid his hand down her body, cupping her pussy. Pressing a finger through her slit, he felt how wet she was. Teasing her clit, he watched her as she began to thrust onto his fingers.
“Do you want my mouth on this pretty pussy?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He moved her onto the bed, and he crawled over her, kissing her lips, and trailing down to take one nipple and then the other, sucking them hard. He bit her, and she cried out. Soothing the pain with his tongue, he began to kiss his way toward her thighs.