Page 14 of First Comes Love… Then Denial

"Mmhmm."

"Your turn."

His words made my heart skipped several beats. I wasn't sure why. Afterall, we were in a bedroom. Why wouldn't he expect to see me undressed?

"My body is far from perfect." My words were weak and coated in embarrassment.

"Why do you say that?" Zane frowned and climbed on the bed.

"Every part of me is f–" When his eyebrow rose and a look of disappointment crossed his face,, I cut my sentence. "Because I'm thick. My stomach is far from being toned and…"

Formulating any word after those ones became impossible when Zane lifted up my shirt and pressed a kiss just above my belly button.

"You're perfect to me, Candice." He kissed my stomach again and smiled. "However, I want you relaxed and comfortable so get under the covers and strip for me. I won't look." He sat up then closed his eyes.

"You aren't going to look?" I asked sitting up, placing our faces inches from each other's. Zane shook his head with his eyes still closed.

"I want you to be focused on my tongue when I taste you, not focused on how you think your body looks."

"Fuck," I moaned.

The thought of Zane between my thighs devouring my pussy suppressed my insecurities. Without hesitation, I slipped my shirt over my head and tossed it at the foot of the bed. Next went my bra.

"Now your pants," he grinned. His eyes were still closed.

"Are you peeking?" I teased.

"I damn sure wish I was." He sounded like a kid who was placed in timeout. I couldn't help giggling at his expense. "Enjoy torturing me, Miss Delayney?"

"A little," I admitted with a cheesy smile plastered across my face. Thank goodness his eyes were shut and he couldn't see.

"Pants," he ordered, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. The alpha tone in his voice made me feel dainty. There was just something sexy about a man taking charge.

I had read plenty of books and watched porn where men took control. It had always made my thoughts wander to what it'd be like to have a domme. To let a man take control of the moment and my body.

"Make me," I sassed, stepping out of my comfort zone.

"Candice," Zane warned. His right hand gripped the comforter.

"Don't want to?"

In a blink of an eye, Zane had me flat on my back and the button to my pants undone. He stared at me with a cocky grin on his face as he quickly made waste of my pants.

His eyes left mine and drifted down my body.

"Your tits are perfect, Candice." His head lowered and he took my nipple into his mouth.

"Zane," I whimpered.

He bit down on my nipple softly, making my pussy throb and my back arched. When his tongue flicked the tip of my nipple, I grabbed the back of his head not wanting to lose his touch.

With one of his hands, he grabbed my hand from his head and placed it on the bed. He bit down on my nipple and sucked hard. I screamed from the pain but not for long because Zane slipped his hand between my thighs.

"Behave," he said, releasing my nipple from his mouth. "Understood?"

"Yes," I breathed, nodding my head slightly as we stared at each other.

"I wondered what color they were," he grinned and dropped his gaze down to my black thong. "I also wondered if you were trimmed or smooth down here."

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