Brazen (Brazen #1)(22)

“Please,” she whispered. “I need…”

“I’ll give you what you need, sugar,” he murmured. “Just this once.”

She arched into him as his mouth found her clit. She bucked uncontrollably as shards of pleasure shot through her pelvis. Her stomach tightened and the muscles in her legs spasmed as his tongue worked over her delicate flesh.

Her hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, begging him not to stop.

He licked and nibbled in turn, his tongue swirling around her quivering bud. He moved his fingers to trace a lazy circle around her pu**y entrance. She moaned, suddenly needing so much more.

“Shhh, baby.”

He eased one finger inside just as he sucked her clit between his teeth.

“Zane!”

He chuckled. “You taste so sweet, Jaz. So sweet and f**king innocent. I’m going to hell for this, but damn, it’s going to be an awesome ride.”

“More,” she whimpered. “Please. I need to come. I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Then come, baby. Come for me.”

He thrust another finger inside, gently sliding the tip along the wall of her pu**y. He sucked at her clit and moved his hand back and forth, creating the most delicious friction.

Her orgasm built and swelled, nothing like her self-induced pleasure escapades. God, this was the real thing, and it was so much more than she’d imagined.

As she writhed beneath him, he increased the tempo until finally, it felt as though she burst into one big ‘ole explosion of ecstasy. She cried out, the sound sharp in the night.

He continued to coax her orgasm from her in long, sweet strokes of his tongue. She panted as the world spun around her. “Zane, Zane,” she chanted.

Finally she went limp against the seat. He kissed her quivering flesh one last time before he pulled away. Gently, he pulled her underwear back up her legs, and then he reached for her jeans. He bent to retrieve her sandals and slid them over her feet.

Her limbs felt heavy and lethargic. Sleepy, satisfied contentment settled into her body. The warm buzz of alcohol mixed with the glow of her orgasm made movement damn near impossible.

“Scooch up, honey,” Zane said in a low voice as he reached out a hand to help her up.

She struggled to sit up and move over to her seat as he climbed back in beside her. She blinked and stared at him as he started the engine.

“Zane?”

He looked over at her.

“You don’t regret it do you?”

He paused for a long moment, guilt crowding his expression. “I shouldn’t have done it, Jaz, but God help me I don’t regret it.”

Chapter Nine

As they drove up the winding driveway to the ranch house, Jasmine dreaded the thought of confronting Seth. She didn’t really care if he was pissed about the truck. She wasn’t ready to face him after the way he pushed her away, and especially not after Zane had just performed o**l s*x on her.

“I hope Seth didn’t wait up,” she said with a sigh.

Zane chuckled. “Tell you what. You pretend you’re passed out, and I’ll haul you upstairs to bed. You can face Seth in the morning.”

She grinned as she remembered so many other nights where Zane had covered for her.

They pulled to a stop outside the garage, and Zane cut the engine.

“Let’s be quick about this,” Zane said as he hopped out. He walked around to her side and opened the door. He turned her legs around until she faced him sideways and then simply picked her up, placing his shoulder into her belly.

She swung over his back, her nose bumping against his back pocket. His arm curved over the back of her legs just below her ass, and when he started walking to the door, his hand slid possessively over the curve of behind.

And sure enough, Seth met them as soon as Zane walked in. She guessed Zane must have held a finger to his lips and shushed Seth, because his question got aborted mid-sentence and he quieted.

Thankful that her face was hidden in Zane’s back, she held her breath until Zane mounted the stairs and headed for her bedroom.

A few seconds later, he deposited her on the bed and stepped back. “Okay, sugar, here you are. Now get undressed and into bed. Sleep off this drunk. I’ll make sure Carmen has a good hangover remedy for you in the morning.”

He turned to go, but Jasmine called out to him in a voice just above a whisper. “Zane?”

He swiveled back around and gazed down at her.

“I knew exactly what I was doing,” she said. “I’m not that drunk. I wanted you.”

His throat worked up and down as he swallowed. His breath escaped him in a long sigh, whether frustration or unease she wasn’t sure. Maybe a little of both.

Then he bent down and kissed her on the forehead. “Good night, Jaz. I’m going to go drive into town with Seth so we can get his truck.”

She closed her eyes in disappointment at the significance of the tiny kiss. He was putting her solidly back on familiar ground.

When she opened them again, Zane was gone. She sighed and flopped back on the bed, arms spread. She tucked her hands behind her head and stared up at the ceiling.

They wanted her. She knew this. Knew that both Seth and Zane were attracted to her. Seth’s words rang in her ears, and she wondered if maybe he was right. Maybe it was true for both of them. Maybe she could have been any woman.