Brazen (Brazen #1)(37)

“I’ve dreamed of tasting you again. You’re like an addiction. After that first time, I could think of nothing else. I can’t wait to feel that sweet heat surrounding my dick, can’t wait to lose myself in you, baby.”

She closed her eyes as his words enveloped her like a safety net protecting her from the rest of the world. Nothing could hurt her here, in his arms.

He slid a finger inside her. “You’re so small. I don’t want to hurt you, but God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Don’t make me wait any longer.” She reached for him, wanting him close, wanting him a part of her.

He moved up her body and settled between her legs, one hand gently spreading her in preparation. He found her entrance and eased inside, the broad head stretching the delicate tissues.

His fingers moved upward to stroke at her clit as he eased further in. She gripped him tighter and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him against her.

“You’re not hurting me,” she whispered. “You feel magnificent.”

He let out a tortured groan and stilled for a moment. He worked his hand free and placed both arms on the mattress on either side of her head.

As he rocked forward, she let out a gasp of pleasure as he slid all the way into her body. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her lips as he began moving in and out.

“I love you, Jaz.”

Slowly, so tenderly, with such exquisite care, he thrust between her legs. Each stroke was measured, and she felt each one to her very soul.

A delicious coil of tension began wrapping in her pu**y, spreading to her belly. Tighter and tighter until she feared bursting. It was a slow climb to something fantastic, nothing like the quick orgasms of the past. Each time she thought she’d surely fall over the edge, she merely climbed higher, and the tension grew until she writhed in Zane’s arms, helpless against the pleasure he was giving her.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come in my arms, feel you tighten around me.”

She shuddered as another tiny spasm sent her higher. She closed her eyes, but he kissed her lids. “Open them. I want to see you,” he said.

Her eyes flashed open just as her orgasm broke and flooded around her. Her mouth fell open as a soundless cry emerged. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. “Oh God,” she gasped.

“That’s it. Let go. I’ve got you.”

Her pu**y throbbed and pulsed. She tightened her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles.

He picked up his pace and thrust more forcefully into her, as if recognizing it was what she needed.

The room blurred and Zane went out of focus. She could hear the slap of his thighs meeting her flesh. She could feel him deep inside her, a connection she never imagined she could feel so intensely.

He murmured his love for her. She held him as she came down from the clouds. Her body finally relaxed and she melted into the bed.

Still, she could feel him thrusting, now more gently. Then he stiffened over her, and he gripped her just as tightly as she held him.

“I want to watch you,” she whispered, echoing his earlier desire.

His gaze found hers, and she could see the strain on his face, the sheer ecstasy in his eyes. Sweat beaded his forehead. His jaw clenched. His eyes seemed to explode in a myriad of emotions just as his body did the same.

He collapsed around her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch up. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and peppered tiny kisses to her skin.

After several long seconds, he propped himself on his arms and lifted himself off her just a bit. He stared down at her, lazy contentment shining in his eyes. His fingers trailed down her cheek and tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ears. Uncertainty flickered across his face as he studied her.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head and reached up to touch his jaw. “It was wonderful,” she said, emotion knotting her throat.

He rolled to the side and cradled her in his arms. She snuggled into his chest and sighed with contentment. Things were almost perfect. They would be if she knew where she stood with Seth.

Zane must have sense the change in her, because he pulled away and looked down at her. “What’s wrong?”

Instead of simply saying she’d been thinking of Seth, she turned to the other concern weighing on her.

“Are you upset that I slept with Seth? Most people would look at a situation like this and think I was a royal tramp.”

He frowned. “I don’t give a shit what other people think, Jaz.”

He blew out his breath and rolled to his back to stare up at the ceiling. She rose up on her elbow so she could look at him.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

He reached out with his hand to caress her back, his hand sliding up and down her spine. His fingers caught her hair, and he played with the ends.

“I’m being honest here, Jaz. I’m not entirely sure how I feel yet. What you suggest…well, it’s a little hard to swallow. On some level, I’m not surprised that you have feelings for both of us. I can understand how and why. I mean the three of us have lived together and been through good times and bad over the last six years. But the other part of me…that part of me is relieved to know that you love me and want to be with me. I don’t want to imagine my life without you. I think if I have that reassurance I can come to terms with the idea that I might have to share…you…with my brother.”