Page 19 of Captured Memories

Her fingers curled into his hair, her possessive tug making him want to mount her right then and there. With the ferocious brew of longing, he knew he couldn’t handle another night of blue balls. His fingers bunched the flimsy fabric of her dress, the heat from her body making him crave the inferno they could create.

He kissed her again, and again, tasting her lips still swollen from their tangle earlier the night sharpening those desires, giving them a pulsing drive neither of them could ignore any longer.

Liv pulled back, causing his chest to strain with disappointment. Her lipstick was smudged, and her tongue traveled across her upper lip as her eyes gleamed with molten desire. “Z, I want you. Tonight.”

He arched a brow, despite the way his erection throbbed at her words, at the lust coursing through his veins with every breath. She jutted her chin forward with a ferocious stubbornness coming to fore, no words necessary. He knew better than to try and stifle those flames, and he welcomed the burn, welcomed the blaze until it devoured him whole.

He ran a thumb across her lip, enjoying the way she shivered under his touch. Even though the worry of her freezing up and lashing out again surged, tonight, they were ready to take the risk. Tonight, she wouldn’t race out his door in a panic. Whatever happened, they’d push through together.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, Livs,” he whispered against her mouth. She licked her lips, the shared breath between them one spark away from explosion. He drank in the sight of her, the freckles sprinkled along her nose, her stubborn chin, and those too-expressive eyes that kept her from hiding her feelings.

She leaned forward to press those perfect lips against his, igniting his desire. The taste of her mouth couldn’t sate him—he wanted to lick and suck every inch of her creamy skin. But he wasn’t about to repeat his mistakes of the last time they’d tangled together. He knew her wrists were off limits, after the way she reacted last time. And every step of this, he wanted to let her take control, because after the hell she’d been through, she needed it.

“As much as I want to fuck you right here on my couch,” he murmured, “I can think of more inventive ways to take you on my bed.”

She bit his lower lip, the territorial claim traveling straight to his cock. Not wasting a moment more, Zane wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted the both of them up from the couch. She let out a loud squeak as they rose, her eyes dancing with amusement while she twined her legs around his hips. He was used to lifting weights far heavier than her, and he carried her with ease to the bedroom.

The feel of her lithe body pressed against his, her fevered breaths rising in anticipation, and how the gleam in those alluring eyes of hers sent him into sensory overload. He nudged open the door to his bedroom, dipping down to brush his lips against hers, desperate for the honeyed taste.

The dim lamp on his dresser spilled amber beams by his bed. He crashed them down against his rumpled sheets in a tangle of limbs. A bright laugh burst from her lips at the sudden movement, and he silenced her with another kiss to her mouth. The insistent pulse of his erection made him want to drive into her over and over and over again, but he didn’t want to scare her away again. He wanted to watch her melt, wanted the wariness that shadowed her movements banished from this room.

Rather than heading for her mouth again, he prowled downward.

Zane pressed a kiss between her collarbone and lower, trailing down the front of her. He watched her reactions as he moved, enjoying the way she arched under his every touch. His erection felt heavy between his legs while he continued his descent, his lips scraping against the cotton of her dress. Her skirt, rumpled and half kicked-up, exposed the creamy thighs he wanted to sink his teeth into.

He skated his hand along her thigh before he moved off the bed, watching as her lashes fluttered from the touch. Gripping her hips, he tugged her to the edge, and hunger gleamed in her eyes. His mouth watered as the movement shifted the fabric of her dress higher up those gorgeous legs. His fingertips slid under the lacy elastic waistband of her panties, and she arched her hips up in response.

“I want to taste you so badly,” he murmured as he settled between her thighs. Her legs tensed at his words, and he hesitated for a moment, unsure.

“Please, Z,” she moaned, urging him onward. Her plea traveled straight to his cock, galvanizing him to action. He pressed his lips against the inside of her thigh, enjoying her enthusiastic response and continuing up as he licked and sucked the tender skin. She trembled in anticipation, her hands balling into fists at her side, and her loud cries encouraged him further. He slipped the panties from her in one quick sweep, revealing her drenched pussy. His tongue slid across his lips as he salivated at the sight.

Zane angled himself in front of her and dipped forward, the tip of his tongue gliding ever so slightly against her pink clit. Her hips bucked at the motion, and he couldn’t resist a grin as he descended again, this time devouring her. She moaned, her thighs tensing around him as he flicked his tongue against her clit over and over. Her fingertips dug into the sheets. He slipped his tongue inside her and began fucking her with his mouth.

Liv froze at first, and Zane almost pulled away, but a second later she relaxed against him as he thrust his tongue to a quicker rhythm. Her moans pierced the air, banishing the shadows, filling the silence, and turning him on more than ever. He leaned back, returning to her clit again, and he stroked his tongue up and down, faster and faster, as she writhed beneath him.

Her heels dug into the mattress, her hips tilting forward as she bucked against him, desperate to come. Zane didn’t retreat, didn’t relent, wanting to push her over the edge, dying to see her release.

“Oh god, Z,” she screamed out, hips bucking forward, and thrust her pussy in his face. Her thighs clenched around him as she came, her whole body tightening for a moment until she released like a wet rag. Liv sank into the bed, the skirt of her dress hiked up, a flush on her cheeks and her lowered lashes hooded with desire.

“Holy hell,” she murmured. “Where did you pick up those sorts of skills?”

He couldn’t help but smile. “Without alcohol, I had to find other ways to fill my time. You like?”

She wrinkled her nose, nudging his shoulder with her toes. “You’re ridiculous.”

He prowled up the bed to lean beside her, inches away. She cast a lazy, satisfied glance to him, all the tension and rage from earlier vanished. Since they’d reconnected, he hadn’t seen her so loose-limbed and easy. Zane brushed a couple of teal curls off her face, swiping his thumb over her swollen lips.

“Ready to come for me again?” he murmured in her ear, causing her to shiver. Liv looked at him, her blue eyes full of the care and concern he’d longed for on too many nights, even if he didn’t deserve a second of that tenderness.

She pushed herself up from the bed, her expression lighting as she dipped down to brush her lips against his. “Only if you’re inside me.”

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