Page 57 of Offside Angel

It’s not a question—more of a reverent observation. But I nod anyway. “Forever.”

His eyes flare as he shoves the lace aside and parts me with a claiming lick.

I whimper and slide my hands into his hair. He takes his time adoring every wanting, hidden part of me, but there’s nothing gentle about it. Zane drags me relentlessly to the edge with lips and teeth and, fuck, his tongue and fingers, too.

He thrusts into me, fucking me with his tongue while his thumb draws dizzying circles over my clit.

He was right: I would have passed out. Even with food in my belly, I still barely have the energy to work my fingers through his hair and hold on for dear life as he drives me to an orgasm that steals my breath and leaves me limp on the coffee table.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, throwing an arm out to the side and accidentally tipping over the leftover pad thai.

Zane doesn’t seem to notice. He’s kissing his way over my hip and my stomach. He slides me off of the coffee table and back into his lap on the floor. While I’m still floating in post-orgasmic bliss, Zane unzips his pants and pushes into me.

I cry out as I sink down onto him. “Wait! I wanted to?—”

I don’t know how to finish the sentence. Because I want it all.

I want to watch Zane fall apart in my mouth.

I want to peel him out of his clothes and taste his salty skin.

Most of all, I want this to last and last and never, ever end.

“We will.” He grabs my waist and pulls me against him, burying himself in me until there’s no more space. Until we’re sealed together and I can feel the last ebbs of my orgasm fluttering around him. “We’re going to do all of it, Mira. But I need you now.”

I nod because I lose the ability to speak when Zane lifts me up and then fills me in another slow thrust.

He scrapes his gaze over my flushed neck and pinched nipples. Then his eyes settle on where we’re connected, where he’s disappearing into me again and again.

With one tug, he shreds my thong off of me and tosses the ruined scraps over his shoulder.

I’m completely naked on top of him, fully at his mercy—and there isn’t a single part of me that’s scared.

I want him in every way it’s possible to want another person, and I don’t know another way to convey that except to bring his lips to mine.

Zane kisses me and fucks me until we’re breathing too hard, until our focus shifts to where we’re coming together and falling apart.

“Fuck,” he growls, digging his fingers into my waist. “You feel amazing. You’re amazing.”

I curl my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck and rock against him. I meet each of his movements with my own until I feel his hips stutter. Zane’s face creases and his mouth drops open. I feel him twitch deep inside of me, and knowing that I can bring him to this takes me right down with him.

I clench around him, and he holds me tighter, deeper, as we pulse together until I collapse against his heaving chest and his arms fall loosely around my back.

We lie there together for a long time, breathing and coming back down to Earth.

Then we slide apart and shift into normalcy. Zane takes off his shirt and pulls it over my naked body. He cleans up the spilled noodles while I package up the leftovers and stash them in the fridge.

When I come back from the bathroom after finally dealing with my Thai breath, Zane is leaning against the counter with a glass of water. He hands it to me and I take a long drink.

He fists the loose material on either side of my waist and tugs me against him. The air shifts and, just like that, I’m a bow strung tight again. “Pick your poison: table, couch, or bed?”

“What’s wrong with the counter?” I pat the countertop familiarly. “This quartz has seen some things.”

Those “things” being my bare ass and what was, up until that point, the best sex I’d ever had in my entire life.

Zane smiles. “I fucked you here because I knew that, if I took you to bed, I’d never let you leave. I was trying to convince myself that this was temporary. I was an idiot.”

“You had a lot going on at the time. We both did.”

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