Page 81 of Savior

“Oh, yes,” I said, trying for sultry.

“I go toward the couch before noticing how big the moon is. Without another thought, I pull the vertical blinds to the side and open the sliding glass door to see it better. Only, now you can see me better too. You wanted to stay hidden, but I know you’re there and now you’re worried. Maybe I’m about to bust your entire case wide open. But, then I do something surprising.”

Zane had given up any pretense of hiding his erection and was now openly stroking himself through his jeans. “What do you do, Cap?”

I grinned. “I go back inside and close the door, but I leave the blinds pulled so you can see me. I realize I’ve seen you around the complex before, and from what I remember, you’re incredibly sexy. I keep my eyes on your truck as I move my hand down to my panties. As I slip my fingers under the waistband, I realize it’s not my hand I want… it’s yours.”

“M-mine?” He forced out. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I walk up to the glass door, letting my nipples brush against the cool glass before gesturing for you to come up. What would you have done then, Big Guy?”

He hissed out a ragged breath. “I would’ve been out of my truck and up those stairs within seconds.”

“And then what?” I whispered, slipping a hand under the waistband of my leggings. Zane’s eyes followed the movement, and he clenched his jaw. “What would you have done if I opened the door and invited you in?”

“This.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned across the console, his lips parting on a warm exhale against my skin. Suddenly, being forced to spend hours in his truck together didn’t feel quite like the punishment it was an hour ago.

I lifted a finger and traced it around his mouth, similar to the very first time I kissed him. “Hey, Big Guy,” I whispered. “Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

Zane grinned down at me, his eyes drunk with lust, before lowering his mouth over mine. He tugged my lower lip into his mouth with a sigh. One hand went behind my head, holding my hair back, while the other stroked small circles over the baby.

“Unbuckle,” he murmured against my lips.

When I complied, he resumed sucking and nipping at my lower lip, letting his hand wander down to the top of my leggings. As his fingers slipped beneath the waistband, much like my own had only moments before, my body grew slick with need.

“If I’d just watched you do a strip-tease in your apartment, and you answered the door for me in nothing but your panties,” Zane panted against my cheek.

“I wouldn’t have wasted time pulling them off.” His fingers brushed over the lace before he yanked it to the side with a growl. “See, I would’ve known what you needed and just… repositioned them for easier access.”

When his hand stilled against me, I opened my eyes with a huff of frustration. “Big Guy, I’m… I’m a little uncomfortable.”

He froze. “Is it Thor?”

I shook my head with a hiss. “Um, no. I’m just really turned on and wearing too many clothes and—”

“Kick your shoes off,” he directed, before freeing my lower half from the confines of its cotton and spandex prison. True to his word, the lacy panties stayed exactly where they were. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that they weren’t maternity, and had begun leaving indentions and patterns in my skin. It would’ve ruined the fantasy.

“Where were we?” Zane asked with another sly grin. “Oh, right. You’ve just answered the door.” His teeth grazed along my jawline. “And now I’ve got you up against the wall with my hand between your legs.”

“I—I would’ve begged you to touch me…”

“Oh, yeah? How?” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “How would you have begged me.”

There was only one thing that I could’ve said. The one word that never failed to turn him on. Pushing my lips into a pout, I whispered, “Fuck me with your fingers, Big Guy.”

“Jesus,” he growled before plunging one inside me, my body completely ready for him. “You know what it does to me to hear you talk like that.”

My head fell back against the seat, and I arched my back, forcing his finger deeper. “D-don’t stop.”

He added another before crushing his mouth to mine again. His kisses became rougher, his beard scraping against the delicate skin around my mouth with every one. I twisted his long hair up in my hands, fighting to keep his mouth on mine.

I didn’t care if I had the world’s worst case of beard burn afterward as long as his fingers continued moving just… like… that.

My belly tightened, and I dropped my forehead to his as I clenched around him with a strangled cry. Zane didn’t slow his movements, just thrust his tongue past my parted lips, silencing the sound.

I slowly came back down, my body still pulsing around him with mini-orgasms. “Oh,” I managed.

“Oh,” he agreed before pulling his fingers from my body, bringing them up to his mouth to suck clean. “I need a bigger truck because you taste fucking amazing, and a man like me needs room to eat.”

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