Page 45 of Knot Your Baby

The skin feels tight and dry, and each day feels a little worse than the day before. I squeeze a dollop onto my fingertip and circle it around each nipple, hoping Zane stays distracted with whatever thoughts dance in that handsome head of his.

The soothing glide feels nice as I circle my fingers, enjoying the softness against my skin.

“More coffee?”

“Definitely,” I reply.

Suddenly, Zane appears in the doorway, frozen mid-step. His mouth drops open slightly as he takes in the scene before him.

I freeze too. Caught red-handed with my fingers circling my nipples. My face heats as his gaze zeroes in on my hands, as if they’re mesmerizing.

I pull my gown around me, but a playful smile lights up his face. “Do you need help with that?” His voice is low and teasing, but thick with something more primal.

“What?” My cheeks flush hot, and I squeak out a response. “How?”

“With my tongue.” His eyes glint mischievously.

My heart races, excitement bubbling up inside me like a fizzing soda. “I haven’t even had my coffee yet! I think I’ll climax!”

He bursts into laughter. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

I throw a pillow at him from across the room. “Stop laughing at me! You don’t know how awkward this is!”

“Don’t be nervous. I’m not. It’s cute,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe with renewed confidence.

I bite my lip. “You think it’s cute when a woman slathers lotion on her nipples?”

“I think you’re cute.” Zane’s eyes darken as he leans against the wall beside me. “But honestly, I’m wondering about something else.”

“What?” My voice trembles because his voice has turned low, like the alpha inside him is clawing to get out.

“If you’d let me help you.”

I swallow. “How?”

“I can use my tongue.”

My eyes fly open. “There is nothing sexy about milk leaking from my boobs.”

“There is, and I want to taste your milk.” His words hang heavy in the air.

Slick warmth gushes between my thighs at his admission—oh God!

His breath quickens as he watches my jaw open like an unexpected winter flower blooming in the spring sunlight, or more like a Japanese Koi fish.

I drop my hands slowly from my chest and say nothing; instead, I let my eyes do all the talking. And they are pleading with him to make good on his promise.

Chapter 13

Zane

And then I’m onher. I can’t stop.

I haven’t touched a woman in my life and I’m throwing myself on the floor at her feet. And here I am, desperate for her as she opens her gown and shows me the most spectacular tits I have ever seen.

I can’t believe this is happening. Freya’s warmth wraps around me, as well as her perfect scent. The strawberry and lime overwhelms my senses. Today, the tequila which I know is one of her scents is there but muted.

We haven’t confirmed the tequila fragrance yet. But I know she’s going to admit it soon.

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