Keeping Mr. Right Now: A Kisses in the Sand Novel (Entangled Bliss) (19 page)

He was staring at her like she had a huckleberry mustache. She wiped her hand across her mouth. Nope, nothing on her fingers. “What?”

“Nothing.” He gave a tiny shake of his head, but his intense blue eyes never left hers.

“Okay, one more. This might be my most favorite line.” She took a breath. “You got two jobs. Kiss good and make sure my hair don’t get wet.”

His lips pursed in a very sexy tight line, his eyes narrowed. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, which brought him much closer to her, uh, center. The ache that had quieted between her legs and in her breasts and in her womb after their kiss sparked back to life.

“Want a hint?” she asked on a swallow.

“
Death Proof
.”

“You knew it right away, didn’t you?” She gave his shoulders a little push.

“Maybe.” He inched back. But only a little.

So she put her elbows on her thighs, bringing her nose close enough to his to Eskimo kiss, and said, “I ache to have you inside me.”

He jumped to his feet so fast his stool scraped the floor as he pushed it back. He took her hand and helped her stand. “You sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

That got her a bone-melting smile. It was the truth. On her way to his house she hadn’t been sure she’d be bold enough to say what she wanted, but all her inhibitions fell away when she was with him. He made her feel comfortable and desirable and unashamed to say whatever was on her mind.

He led her out of the kitchen, through the living areas, and up the stairs. Each step down the hallway toward his bedroom brought more sparks. And even more certainty.

Tonight and hopefully tomorrow were all that they had, and Sophie wanted to take this short but very important relationship all the way. Come Monday, she’d love him from afar.

White curtains billowed at the open window next to Zane’s very large iron-framed bed. An armoire, slip-covered chair and ottoman, and stationary bike took up one half of the huge room. A media center with a desk and computer and big-screen TV took up the other.

A burst of light flashed outside the window and a string of booms sounded. Fireworks.

“Perfect timing,” Zane said over his shoulder. They walked across the room and he unlocked the French doors that opened up to a private balcony.

The sky lit up with sparkly color. Zane pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her chest in a hug from behind. She laid the back of her head on his shoulder.

They stood like that for a few minutes and then he dropped his arms. His hands went under her dress to her outer thighs. His mouth grazed the side of her neck.

She shivered.

“You cold?” he asked.

“No,” she breathed and tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

He dropped tiny kisses behind her ear while his hands moved inward and up, exposing her thighs as he lifted the dress higher.

She quivered at the idea of what he had in store for her. Being outside excited her. Having his hands inch closer to her heated center overwhelmed her. So many feel-good vibrations assaulted her that she barely stayed standing.

“God, Sophie.”

His kisses grew hungrier down her neck. He nibbled and stroked her with his tongue, kissed back up and softened his touch at her jaw. His hands caressed her thighs and her legs shook. She spread them a little wider apart.

“Zane,” she moaned. “Please touch me.”

“I will. I’m going to touch every inch of you until I know what makes you sigh and what makes you giggle and what makes you beg me to never stop. I’m going to make you shudder and scream so that long after tonight you’ll remember the feel of my hands and exactly where they were on your body.”

“I’m going to die if you don’t get on with it.”

He spun her around and his hands cupped her bottom. Massaged and kneaded over her thin lacy panties. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground against him. The feel of his arousal excited her, inflamed her. He stared deep into her eyes, taking her someplace else. A place she never wanted to leave.

Rather than kiss her like she expected, he rubbed his nose against hers. Nibbled her bottom lip and pulled away. She did the same to him. He did it again. She did it again. The fun, playful face touches drove her wild in the happiest way. Below the neck they moved in perfect sync, writhed, pressed their hips together in slow, seductive, fluid rocks.

This wasn’t just sex.

She connected with Zane in ways that went beyond the need to touch each other. He made her feel safe and cherished. Treasured. His words filled her with amazing contentment, and when he let his heated glances and sexy smiles do his talking, her heart swelled.

“I’ve never…” she started to say, but he was pressed against her in such a skin-tingling way that her eyes drifted shut for a moment and she just wanted to lose herself to the sensations.

“You’ve never?” Zane’s hands, still under her dress, slid up her back.

“No man has ever made me…orgasm.” Why was she telling him this? He no doubt would be the man to remedy her situation. She’d never been more turned on in her life, and they weren’t even naked yet.

She’d never been more in love.

And knowing that her time with him ended so soon was tragic, and so she wanted to completely bare herself. Body. Heart. Soul.

He stilled.

Dang it. She should have kept her mouth shut. She looked away.

His arms dropped to his sides and then one warm hand turned her chin back to face him. “Thank you for trusting me enough to share that.” He softly kissed her lips. “I’m going to rock your world tonight, and then I’m going to do it again. Only different. You’re going to come undone, Sophie, every which way you can, and I won’t stop until you do.”

“O-Okay.”

“Turn around.”

She did. Fireworks exploded in the sky.

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?” he whispered in her ear. “And tell me the things that you do like so I can keep doing them.” He palmed her breasts over the material of her dress, and she melted against him.

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to like everything.”

He kissed the side of her neck. “I am, too.” Then he slid her dress down and unhooked her bra, completely exposing her breasts. His hands cupped her, his thumbs rubbed across her nipples.

Bared to the fresh air, she moaned in pleasure as he massaged and kneaded. Her eyes closed and she arched into his touch.

“God, you feel good,” he said, the stubble on his jaw grazing her cheek and making her hot. “Everywhere I touch with my fingers, I’m going to touch with my lips and tongue.”

“Yes, please,” she got out on a shaky breath.

His hands slid down her stomach and back under her dress. With a featherlight touch, he stroked up her thighs, inching closer to the spot she so desperately wanted him to touch. And then lick. She leaned more heavily against him as her legs fell open. The feel of him so turned on behind her made her dizzy. She was overcome with desire.

Breathless and excited and so, so willing.

With her dress now bunched around her middle, his fingers tenderly rubbed over the front of her panties. Her legs shook. He applied a little more pressure. Then he took his thumb and caressed her center and she nearly came right there.

“Jesus. You’re already so fired up for me.” He slipped a finger under the material.

Her knees buckled. He quickly moved one arm under hers to keep her upright, and his big, warm hand cupped her breast while lower, he added more fingers to his ministrations on her swollen flesh.

She panted for more, rocked shamelessly against his hand. She liked. She
really
liked. But couldn’t find her voice to tell him so.

Because at that moment, he slid a finger inside her and all she could do was call out, “Oh God!”

Pleasure so sweeping she was delirious with it made her light-headed, and the fireworks this time were behind her eyelids. Pretty much everything she’d experienced before this was
nothing
like this. The way Zane pinched her nipple and took her fullness in his hand at the same time he moved his finger inside her put every cell in her body into an unbelievable frenzy of red-hot elation.

Breathy sounds fell from the back of her throat.

And then she heard
his
breathing. Quick and shallow like he was equally out of his mind with pleasure. She reached her free arm behind her and grabbed his butt, bringing him tighter. She loved feeling him, thick and hard, and then he rocked against her and holy hot sauce, she
was
going to come undone.

“You are so unbelievably sexy,” he rasped. He kissed her neck and she slowly rolled her head to the side. “And I’m about to make you come, sweetheart.” He added a second finger inside her, and somehow knew exactly where to touch because exquisite pressure made her legs jelly. A wild wave of pleasure and a dizzying explosion of feeling set off a climax she’d never experienced before.

She yelled out his name.

He worked her until she stopped shuddering, and then he gently spun her around, smiled that devastating smile of his, and pushed her back until she sat on a cushioned chair. She watched him get down on his knees in front of her. Her heart, barely recovered from her orgasm, pounded in double time when he slid her panties down her legs.

“Zane?”

“Time for different,” he said, a devilish glint in his eye. He palmed her knees and spread her legs so she was completely exposed to him. “Scoot your bottom closer to the edge.” She did. He glanced down at her, and she was sure her blush reached between her legs. But it didn’t stop a jolt of arousal from hitting there. She spread her legs wider and arched her back, feeling gutsy, wanton.

“Damn,” he muttered and jumped to his feet. He whipped off his shirt and undid the buttons on his jeans so he sprang free.

Oh my God. He was big. And rock hard. And she couldn’t stop from staring. She also couldn’t wait to feel him buried deep inside her.

He dropped back down and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Your skin is so unbelievably soft,” he whispered. “And I love the pink flush of arousal that does indeed spread everywhere.”

Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around the edge of the seat cushion. Her swollen flesh pulsed with need and she bit down on her bottom lip so she didn’t beg him to hurry.

His warm breath and even warmer lips moved closer to her center. Then he stopped and she sensed him looking up at her. She opened her eyes.

“Watch me taste you,” he said.

“Okay,” she breathed.

And she watched him dip his head and pleasure her. She nearly lifted off the chair at the first swipe of his tongue. Being intimate with Zane was like running through the sprinklers for the first time—exhilarating and naughty. She relished it. His every touch boosted her confidence and shattered her worries, and her affection for him deepened. He was the best kind of love because he made her feel whole. For the first time in her life, her head and heart were in perfect sync. He kept that talented tongue of his on her, but just when she was about to unravel for a second unbelievable time, he pulled back.

She let out a harsh breath and immediately missed the delicious contact.

He looked at her displayed in front of him, and the admiration she saw in his heated gaze confirmed this was more than sex to him, too. He groaned before making contact again. Intense sensations swamped her. She shut her eyes and cried out with unabashed abandon as he took her over the edge a second time.

The only sound was her labored breathing when she peeked at him and found an amazing smile and satisfied expression on his gorgeous face. She saw passion and tenderness, too, and would always remember the look. For a quick second she glanced up at the sky. She had no idea when the fireworks had stopped. Time had ceased to exist.

He’d given her two amazing orgasms.

And he didn’t look anywhere near through, his light blue eyes dark with desire. He also must have known it would be impossible for her to stand for at least the next twenty minutes, because he scooped her up and carried her inside and tossed her onto his bed.

She lifted up onto her elbows, wondering if she should thank him, but deciding against it when he grinned and took his jeans and boxer briefs off.

“There’s one more place I need to go,” he said in all his glorious nakedness.

“Then I think you should.” God, he was magnificent. She wanted to touch and taste until
he
came undone. “But keep in mind, I haven’t had a turn with you yet, and I really need to.”

His grin widened. “Far be it from me to keep you from your needs, but if I don’t get inside you in the next thirty seconds”—he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it down and off. He let it fall to the floor while his gaze raked over her body—“I’m going to
die.
”

She giggled. The sexiest man on the planet was also very cute. Love bloomed in her chest, and she was pretty sure if Zane could see her heart, he’d find it blushing.

He covered her a second later, the tip of his glorious length right at her entrance. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom, ripping the packet open with his teeth.

“May I?” she asked, pressing up. She’d never done it before and she wanted to do
everything
with him.

“You
are
trying to kill me.” But he handed it over with a roguish glint in his eyes and sat back on his knees. “You have exactly five seconds to get that on me.”