Page 57 of Protecting Mr. Fine

Zane tackled me again, kissing my mouth hungrily before moving quickly down the bed and yanking at the tie on my sweatpants. This time, I was no longer wearing underwear, so when the pants came down, my dick came up.

His eyes heated. “Bear-sized,” he murmured before sticking out his tongue to caress the tip. I let out a broken sound as the reality of the situation continued to sink in.

The man I loved, the man I wanted more than anyone or anything I’d ever wanted, had his mouth on me again. Wanted to please me. Was nervous he was going to let me down.

“That’s so good,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair as he continued to experiment, licking and sucking, wrapping his tongue around me. “God, Zane. Just like that.”

He blinked up at me as he continued to wet my dick. His lips were full and moist, his cheeks flushed. His honey-brown eyes were a little glazed, and the tip of his nose was pink from my beard stubble.

My balls tightened. If Zane had any idea how strongly I feltabout him—how much this didnotfeel casual or practice or temporary—he’d run in the other direction. He’d definitely request a new personal security lead… and, knowing him, probably offer me a generous severance package through Violet.

But that was a problem for a different day because right now, I was too giddy to care, too turned on to worry about anything other than the man in front of me.

There had to be a rule against being this turned on, this happy. He was so gorgeous, so enthusiastic, he never failed to spike my heart rate.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said.

He kept his eyes on me but continued to run his wet lips and tongue everywhere until I could barely see straight. If I hadn’t already come once tonight, I would have popped off immediately, and I took a moment to glory in the fact I was able to last long enough to enjoy this.

When he sucked me deep into his mouth, I moved my hand around to cup the back of his head, trying my hardest not to yank him onto my dick.

He took me in too deep and gagged, pulling off for a moment to catch his breath and then lowering himself again. The warm, wet clasp of his mouth and throat sent me soaring until I choked out his name and came down his throat.

Breaths heaved in my chest as my legs quivered. Zane crawled up my body and kissed my chest, neck, and cheek. “S’okay?”

I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again, even though the skin of my lips was tender from all the kissing we’d already done. “Better than okay. It wasfine.”

He pulled back and glared, which only made me laugh.

“Now you know how it feels to hear that word.”

He let out ampfhand settled down to lie on my chest. His fingers played in my chest hair as we both calmed down from the excitement.

I wasn’t sure when I’d ever been this relaxed, this content and ebullient all at the same time. It was blissful…

For about ten minutes.

Zane moved off me with a sigh. “I’d better go clean up.” He took a step toward the bathroom, then paused and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Er… thank you, Bear. I’ll see you in the morning?”

I blinked at him. Was he giving me the brush-off?

I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed to watch him go. The pale globes of his ass flared out slightly below his slender waist and back.

He paused at the doorway to the bathroom as if waiting for my response, and I pulled myself out of my daze.

“Oh. Uh, sure. I’ll just… go.”

Zane nodded and continued into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I stared at the closed door for a beat, feeling off-balance and unsure. Was he having regrets? Was this a simple desire not to share a bed while sleeping? Was he scared I was going to expect more from him than he was willing to give?

Was he rejecting me? Or was he worried that I would reject him, and he was trying to beat me to the punch?

What the hell was that?

I wanted to stay and ask him, to press him for an explanation and assure him that I would respect whatever wishes he had, but then I realized he’d already made his wishes clear.

And he wished to see me in the morning. Not tonight.

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