Brazen (Brazen #1)(41)

And now she was standing in his doorway. Even in the darkness he could tell she was upset, unsure of herself.

“Come here, baby,” he murmured.

She hurried to his bed, and when he held his arms up to her, she climbed in and threw herself against his chest. He held her close as he felt her tremble against him.

His insides twisted and his feelings were a mass of confusion. He should be happy. Jaz was his, or at least partly his. She loved him, and he loved her. He hated that her happiness was not entirely in his hands, but at the same time he understood her need for both him and Seth. It was a damn helpless feeling and one he didn’t like at all.

What kind of a sick f**k did it make him to stand by while she went to his brother? Strangely, that didn’t bother him. What bothered him was the fact that Jaz was crying in his arms, and he was powerless to make her stop.

He rolled until she was nestled against his side. Then he cupped her cheek with his palm and lowered his lips to kiss her.

“Let me love you,” he whispered.

He didn’t know what else to do, how else to show her that things would work out. He couldn’t make that promise, anyway. All he could do was make her believe that no matter what happened with Seth, he wouldn’t leave her.

She reached for him, hot, needy, her mouth claiming his. This was Jaz, his Jaz. In some ways she’d always belonged to him just as she’d always belonged to Seth. Perhaps that was why he was okay with the idea of Seth holding a part of her heart. She’d been theirs ever since they’d brought her home six years ago. She’d filled a hole in their hearts left barren by their parents’ deaths. She brought sunshine and warmth to a ranch that had been cold for so many years. And he’d waited for her to grow up. Had even let her go, but somehow he’d always known she’d return.

He slid her jeans down her legs, touching her silken skin on the way, his hands caressing, loving. After he tossed the jeans aside, his hands traveled back up until his thumbs hooked into the thin strap of her panties. His other hand tugged her shirt higher as he pushed his palm up her spine, his fingers splayed across her back.

She kissed his neck, and he shivered as chills chased each other down his back. Her small tongue flicked out to lick at the skin just below his ear, and then she sucked his earring into her mouth.

He pushed impatiently at her panties then moved his hand from her back to the curve of her ass. She had a perfect behind. Firm, well-rounded, with all the right curves.

He scooted down in the bed until his mouth was even with her side. As he pulled her underwear the rest of the way down her legs, he kissed the rounded swell of her hip.

He pushed her over until she lay on her back. He looked up at her to see her staring at him, her eyes full of need and desire. Whatever had gone on with Seth, Zane knew that in this moment she wasn’t thinking of his brother. All he could see in her eyes was himself.

“I love you,” he said, knowing she needed his reassurance, and the truth was, he couldn’t get enough of telling her. Maybe it reassured him as well, reminded him that she was here in his arms.

“Make me yours,” she whispered, an emotional catch to her voice. It was husky, the sound turning his heart over and clenching his chest tight.

He slid his hand between her thighs and gently parted them. He leaned down and brushed his lips across the tiny curls covering her pu**y.

He couldn’t get enough of her taste, her smell. He wanted to dive into her sweetness and never come up for air. Wanted to lose himself in her liquid heat.

With two fingers, he parted her folds and licked at her entrance then up to her clit. She jerked beneath him, and he could feel spasms work through her legs.

He eased one finger inside her and moaned as her pu**y sucked and clenched around it. She was so tight just around one finger. He stifled a groan as he remembered how that tightness had felt around his cock. His groin ached with the need to thrust into her. Impatience cut through him, slick like a razor blade and every bit as sharp.

She was wet, but not enough yet, and he didn’t want to hurt her. Never.

He eased another finger inside and gently worked in and out as he sucked at her clit. He withdrew his fingers and slid his body up hers until his mouth was at her br**sts. His fingers, still damp with her moisture, rubbed over one nipple and then the other, leaving a sweet trail around the buds.

Then he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth while she watched. Her eyes widened and flared in arousal. He held out the second finger to her, brushing it across her lips.

“Taste,” he invited.

She hesitated as if unsure then slowly opened her mouth for his finger. He swiped it across her tongue then pulled against the suction of her lips until it popped free.

He bent and licked one nipple, tasting her arousal. He sucked it into his mouth, working it up and down with the force of his lips. Then he turned his attention to the other, giving it equal treatment.

“Please, I need you,” she begged. “I want you inside me.”

He lowered a hand to her pu**y and eased a finger inside once more, wanting to see if she was prepared for him. Satisfied that she was, he spread her wider and positioned himself at her entrance.

She shifted impatiently underneath him but he held back, determined to set the pace. Slowly, torturously, he pushed inside her. A shudder worked over his body as she enveloped him, welcomed him, grasped him with her warmth.

He inched forward even though his body screamed at him to plunge deep, to ride her long and hard, make her his in the most primitive way a man could own a woman. But in fact, she owned him. Every piece of his heart and soul.