Brazen (Brazen #1)(21)

And the truth was, as much as she’d missed home and Seth and Zane, Paris had been an amazing, wonderful experience. She wouldn’t trade that year for anything.

She felt a hand slide up the bare skin of her abdomen and lodge just underneath her breast. Her gaze dropped to see one of her cowboys had gotten up close and personal. His hands rested possessively on her body, and he was shouldering away from the other two men who had circled around her to dance.

If she didn’t nip this in the bud soon, he’d definitely get the wrong message.

She put her hand on his wrist, and his knuckles brushed the underside of her breast as she pried him away.

“Come on now, sugar,” he murmured close to her ear. “Why don’t you let me take you home and put you to bed? Preferably my home and my bed.”

She smiled. “Sorry, cowboy. I’m just here for a good time.”

“Oh, I could show you a good time,” he purred.

Strong arms surrounded her, lifted her away from the cowboy in question and set her aside. Zane.

“She’s off-limits,” Zane said in a near growl.

She blinked because for some reason, Zane kept swimming out of her vision. And damn it, he looked too good to keep fading out like that.

Not hearing what the two were saying to each other, she snuggled up against Zane’s side, and he dropped an arm around her in a protective gesture.

She rubbed her cheek against his shirt and inhaled his scent. He pulled her toward the door, and she wrapped her arm around his waist to steady herself.

The night air, warm and humid, hit her in the face as they stumbled outside. He walked her over to his truck and stopped as she leaned against the frame.

“Jaz, I don’t know what to do about you,” Zane said with a chuckle. “Seth is home having a kitten because you drove off in his truck, and J.T. is beside himself at the thought of you driving home drunk.”

She frowned her irritation. “And what do you think?” she asked huffily.

He reached out and tweaked her nose. “I think you’re damn cute when you’re drunk.”

She grinned and leaned closer to him. “You’re pretty cute too.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

“Jaz, honey,” he whispered. “This isn’t a good idea.”

She silenced him with her lips. His arms tightened around her, bending her slightly backwards as her head tilted underneath his.

“I need you,” she whispered back. “I ache. God, Zane, I hurt. I want you so much.”

His mouth devoured hers hungrily, as if he’d waited a lifetime to kiss her like this. She whimpered against his lips, her body writhing, hot and needy against his.

He broke away. “Not here. Not like this, Jaz. Get in the truck.”

Her entire body trembled as he opened the door and ushered her into the passenger seat. He closed the door once she was in then walked around the front to the driver’s side.

Without a word, he started the engine and tore out of the parking lot like he was being chased by the devil.

Her hand fluttered to her lips, but they didn’t ache nearly as much as other parts of her body. She twisted restlessly on the seat, stretching her body in an attempt to alleviate the tension.

Her belly ring flashed in the glow from the headlights. She could see Zane looking at it. Her belly. The ring. And then her br**sts which just barely peeked out from underneath the cropped T-shirt.

“I hurt, Zane,” she whispered.

He pulled onto a dirt road, fishtailing as he righted the truck. He drove a half mile before cutting the engine and dousing the lights. Then he reached for her, pulling her against him.

Her fingers twisted in his long hair as he cupped her face in his hands. Their lips met and both panted for breath as they moved hot against each other.

“Where do you hurt, baby?” he murmured against her lips.

“Here,” she said, dragging one of his hands down her belly, lower to her pelvis and finally to rest at the juncture of her legs.

He groaned and rubbed his fingers over the denim covering her pu**y.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

His fingers fumbled with her snap. Then he worked the zipper down, parting the fly. He reached behind him to open his door. The “door ajar” pinging sounded abrasive in the air, and he yanked at the keys, letting them fall to the floorboard.

He got out and stood in the doorway. He gazed at her, eyes blazing in the dark.

“Lie back, sugar,” he said in a strained voice. He pulled at her so that she was positioned with her legs dangling over his seat.

He peeled her jeans over her hips and down then yanked impatiently at her sandals so he could remove the pants completely.

He leaned forward, sliding his hands underneath her to cup her ass. He pulled until her knees pressed against his chest. She stared up at him, holding her breath in anticipation. She’d waited so long, wanting him, needing him, loving him so much.

He lowered his head to her belly and kissed her navel. The simple action sent shivers racing over her skin. His tongue lapped at her belly ring. He nibbled and toyed with it, finally sucking the delicate ring into his mouth.

“You like it?” she asked huskily.

“You know I do. You knew damn well it would make me crazy.”

She smiled.

His fingers curled around the thin band of her panties and gently began tugging them down her hips. His mouth followed the progress, kissing the expanse of skin from her belly to her soft mound.