Page 43 of Underworld

I bite the edge of my lip, unsure how to respond. “Um . . . yes?”

His eyes narrow. “That seems like you’re asking me. Did you smash an egg in my hair, Jane?”

OH. Shit. Forgetting my cookies, I duck around him and run toward my room like my life depends on it. Hearing his stomping feet following behind me, I squeal but don’t look back. Those women who look back in a horror movie are stupid. Why the fuck would you look back?!

I screech when his arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the ground before I get to my door. His breath whispers across my ear as he promises darkly, “You are going to pay for that, Sunshine.”

He moves so he’s holding me bridal style so as not to hurt my side. I grin up at him as I taunt, “Is that so? How will I be paying for it?”

Zane stares down at me, and I can see the fire behind his eyes. Suddenly, I’m hot for a completely different reason. “You will be washing the egg out of my hair.”

We make our way into my room, rounding the corner and heading to my bathroom. He sets me on the counter as he begins to strip. I bite my lip as he reveals his body in its full naked glory. His nipple piercings are sexy as fuck. I wonder if they are sensitive . . .

He turns toward the shower, wiggling the knobs to turn the hot water on. Turning back around, he arches a brow and asks, “You coming in dressed?”

Shaking my head, I jump down from the counter. I strip quickly, not wanting to waste any time. I haven’t had a chance to do anything sexual with Zane yet . . . not for the lack of trying, though. So if this is my chance to have time with him, I am going to take it. Stepping out of my underwear, I look up to find Zane watching me. His eyes seem to darken as they roam over me, but they change the moment he sees the bandage still covering my stab wound.

Not wanting the mood to change, I step into the shower. I turn to him, smiling as I say, “Get your hair wet if you want me to wash it.”

He shifts under the stream of water, doing as I say. After his hair is completely soaked, he hands me the shampoo. I smirk and tell him, “You’re going to have to kneel. I can’t reach the top of your head.”

The corner of his lips tilt up as he nods and drops to his knees in front of me. I pour a good amount of shampoo into my hands and start lathering up his hair. I feel his hands come up and rest on my hips and smile as I continue with his hair.

I feel the press of his lips against the bandage on my abdomen. Dropping my eyes, I find him staring intently at the bandage as he brushes it lightly with his finger.

I wash the soap off my hands before pressing my hand against his cheek. He huffs out a sigh as he nuzzles into my hand. Brushing my thumb across his cheek, I say softly, “I’m really okay. I promise.”

He looks up at me, and I can see the battle waging in his eyes. The one between his head and heart. Logically, he knows I’m okay, but his heart isn’t convinced yet. I shift a bit to lower so that my lips lightly brush his. “Rinse that soap out of your hair, and I’ll show you just how okay I am,” I whisper.

I smile as I pull away; slipping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around me, I move over to my bed. I hear the water shut off only seconds after I lie down. I watch the bathroom door until Zane walks out with a towel wrapped around his abdomen.

He makes his way over to me slowly, and I watch his every move. Water is still dripping off of him and down his face. He stands in front of me now, gazing down at me with more hunger than I could have ever imagined possible from him.

I smile up at him and pull my towel away from my body. He sucks in a breath; his voice is gravelly when he says, “Move up the bed.”

I shimmy up toward the headboard and watch him kneel on the bed. He makes his way up the bed until he’s hovering over me. He gives me a once-over before looking me in the eyes. I can see his hesitation in them as he whispers, “We shouldn’t. You haven’t healed enough.”

Pushing his towel off with my feet, I grin when I see his cock standing at full attention. My eyes meet his again, and I state, “I want you, and you obviously want me.”

He huffs out a breath. “Of course, I want you, Sunshine.”

I lift my hips so my molten-hot center brushes against his cock. He sucks in a breath as I do it again. “Fuck me, Zane. Or I’ll find someone else who will.”

His eyes flare with anger as he sits up enough to position his cock against my entrance. I know I am wet as fuck for him right now. I want his fire. I want his anger. I want the pain. Without warning, he slams into me as he growls. “You want my cock, Jane?”

I whimper at how full I feel. “Yes.”

He hovers over me, positioning his hand beside my neck to hold me still. Pulling out, he slams back in. “You want the pain?” he asks.

“Yes,” I mumble as I lift my hands and wrap them around his neck so that I can thread my fingers through his hair.

He growls as he pulls out and slams in again. “You want my anger?”

Drops of water fall onto my face from his wet hair, and my side is on fire right now, but I don’t care. I need this. I moan as I answer him, “Yes.”

He grunts but picks up the pace of his brutal fucking. I tug him down and smash my lips to his before pulling away enough to nip and bite at his lip piercing. He groans as he pumps into me over and over again. I force my lips to his again, and our tongues tangle as we fight for dominance.

I can feel my orgasm building. Fuck, I need more. Pulling my lips away from his, I huff out, “Faster . . . Harder . . .”

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