Page 53 of Fierce-Zander

“I’ve said more than once we might be feeling the same.”

“We are,” she said. “Why beat around the bush? I say it like it is. I’m probably taking all the romance or sexiness out of it by talking about this.”

“Nope. Get it off your chest then you can zip your lips of any conversation and we’ll go to your room.”

“Good,” she said. “I’m done talking.” He grabbed her hand and started moving toward the stairs. He was positive he could find her room without much help. “Wait. One more thing.”

He stopped before he stepped on the first stair. “What’s that?”

“You’re not doing this with anyone else, right?”

“No,” he said. “I don’t lie, cheat, steal, or sleep with more than one woman at a time. It’s against what I believe in, and it takes way too much work to keep facts straight. Shit always comes back to bite people in the ass.”

“That’s right,” she said. “They end up hiring you to figure it out. Which means you’d know all sorts of ways to not get caught, but I believe you one hundred percent and that is all I care about.”

“Are we done talking?” he asked.

She put her fingers in front of her lips and turned an imaginary lock, then tossed that invisible key over her shoulder.

Before she could speak again, he turned and picked her up and put her over his shoulder. The move just felt right and when she started to laugh he knew it was the thing to do.

Her hands slid into his back pockets as he walked up and all but cupped his ass. He’d never had a woman do that before and found it kind of sweet in a way.

“Take a right,” she said when he got to the top.

He turned and walked into her room and dropped her on the bed, then leaned over her, his hands on the sides of her face, his mouth landing on her lips.

This kiss was more savage than any of the other ones they’d had before.

When he felt her hands tugging his shirt up and over his head, he broke the kiss and moved back and helped her remove her shirt. Her arms started to get tangled in the fit around her shoulders and he just yanked fast and sent it flying.

“Cute bra,” he said. It was more like a cotton lace half-top thingy. He wasn’t sure what they were called, but it was almost innocent looking.

She was bigger on top than he expected for a bra that might not have a lot of support, but since he was watching her closely today, he hadn’t seen a lot of jiggling either.

Her hands went for the button of her jeans and undid them and he helped yank them down. Her panties were white with little blue flowers on them.

Yeah, they weren’t staying and he went for them next, grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the end of the bed and letting her feet rest over his shoulders while his mouth found another set of lips he’d been dying to taste.

She was shaved nice and neat and trim. He liked it better than completely bare, but he didn’t know a man who complained about those things either.

His tongue came out and gave her a little tap on her swollen flesh.

He heard the moan and knew it was hers. More so when she lifted her hips to get some more attention there.

He wasn’t going to disappoint her and gave her a quick lick and before he knew it, her hands were on his head and pushing him down and holding him into place.

Damn. Not only wasn’t she afraid to say what was on her mind, but she wasn’t wary about showing him.

No reason not to oblige, so he continued to taste her and find what she liked by the movements of her legs squeezing his shoulders or her hips lifting.

When he inserted one finger and then another, she fisted her hands into his hair and started to come almost instantly.

He kept it up and didn’t stop until her hips lowered to the mattress, then her hands dropped away.

He shifted back and saw her lying there with her eyes opened just a slit and a smile on her face.

“Wow,” she said.

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