Page 72 of Timeless: Encore

I stare him dead in the eye. Nod. Give him permission without saying a word.

He fists my T-shirt at the collar and rips it down the middle. Cups my bare breasts and squeezes. Bends down and grazes each of my nipples with his teeth. Bites them. Licks them. Pinches them so hard, I wince.

It hurts so fucking good.

I unbuckle and unzip his pants. His cock springs free. I jack him hard. Fast. Squeeze his tip until it’s deep purplish red.

“Fuck yeah,” Zane growls as he shoves his hand down my joggers and pinches my clit. “Harder. Beat me off harder.”

Our mouths crash together again. Biting. Swallowing. Consuming.

He yanks my pants down. With both hands, he palms and cups my belly. Squishes it. Kneads it. I try to move, but he shakes his head. “Do you know how much this body fucking turns me on? Do you know how mad it makes me when you won’t let me love it? I love you so fucking much, Fiona. It scares me.”

“Zane …” I tense up, but he moves behind me. Grips my wrists in one hand. Yanks my leg over his elbow so I’m spread open, jiggly parts exposed. My belly rolls are on display. I can’t hide from him.

Somehow, I don’t want to. Hide. I mean, what’s the point? I’m fat. He seems to be into it. Might as well come.

He rams into me. Again. Again. The couch jolts each time. He releases his grip on my wrists. Bands his arms around my middle. Pinches and rubs my clit. One hand tugs and squeezes my breasts. His hips swivel and rock and screw his cock into me. I’m on the edge of an unprecedented explosion.

Then suddenly, he withdraws. Flips me over. Smooths his hands along my face. “Oh, Fee. I don’t want to fuck you in anger. I want you toseethat you’reeverythingto me.”

He presses his head against my forehead. His eyes bore into mine. His lips graze mine lightly when he enters me again. This time, it’s slow. So slow. He’s barely moving at all. Sliding in and out of my wetness. Never losing eye contact.

I notice the dark flecks of black in his brown eyes. His lashes always make him look like he rims his eyes with liner, but it’s natural. Dramatic, just like him. I grip his wrists when he moves my head to receive his sweet kisses. He flicks his tongue against mine.

When his cock is buried as far as it will go, he stops. “Do you feel me, Fee?”

“Yes.” I realize tears stream out of my eyes.

“Nothing else matters in this world but us. Not the band. Not the restaurant. Nothing. This.” He swivels his hips pushing himself even further inside me. “This is home. Why do we need anything else?” His eyes search mine for answers. He’s crying too.

I lock my legs around his thighs to hold him in place. “We don’t, baby.”

“Do you trust me?” His eyes beg me to say yes.

I nod vigorously. I’ll do anything to make him believe it.

Mid-thrust, he blinks at me. Abruptly pulls out. Stands. His cock, wet with my juices, bobs against his taut abs. “Let’s go.” He clicks the television off. Grabs my hand and leads me to the elevator. We rarely use it. In fact, I can’t remember ever setting foot inside after we moved in.

He presses the button but doesn’t say anything. We stand there naked. Waiting.

It’s all I can do not to cover myself. Instead, I force myself to stand there while his eyes scan my body. I’m so exposed. I shouldn’t still feel embarrassed about my body with Zane. But sometimes I do. I have such a love-hate relationship with myself, though I hope I hide it most of the time. Somehow, I’m beginning to think I don’t … which is just—gah.

Mortifying.

When the door opens, Zane gestures for me to get in. The cab has floor-to-ceiling mirrored walls on all sides. There’s definitely no hiding in here. I turn to flee, but Zane blocks my way. “Just trust me. I want to show you something.”

Something knocks loose in my chest. “Zane …” I plead as the doors close behind us.

“It will be okay.” He taps a code into the control box and the motor shuts off. “Place your palms on the back wall and no matter what, do not shut your eyes.”

My heart is thudding, but I do as he says.

“Once and for all, can you please tell me what about this gorgeous, sexy body you find repulsive.” He stands behind me and traces his fingers along my neckline and drags them down to cup my heavy breasts. He looks at me and tilts his head, waiting.

“My nipples are too big. My tits are huge and saggy. I can’t wear cute tops,” I squeak as he thumbs my nipples into hard points.

Unlike earlier, Zane fondles my breasts like they’re fine china. His cock is wedged between my ass cheeks. “Do you believe that I’ve made myself come a million times just visualizing these beauties since I was thirteen years old? Five years before I’d ever seen them? Oh, how I dreamed about your tits. I knew your nipples would look like ripe berries.” He flicks each of them. “Holy fuck, they were delicious. Better than I imagined. And look. When I cup them like this …” He squishes them together in his palms. “… they spill out. I want to bury my face in them. I fucking worship your tits.”

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