Page 154 of Positively Pricked
Chapter 51
I don't even know who moved first, him or me. But soon, our lips met in a kiss so sweet, and yet so savage, that it took my breath away. I felt his hands on my back, and then in my hair, sifting through its tendrils as his mouth claimed mine.
I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. His body felt warm and hard, and so incredibly perfect that I couldn’t help but press myself even tighter.
He was a great kisser, but of course, I'd always known he would be. I felt his teeth graze my bottom lip, teasing and tantalizing, before I felt his tongue brush against mine.
I gave a muffled moan and shifted my hands lower, sliding them down his back. Through the thin cotton of his shirt, I felt his lean muscles shifting slightly with the motions of his own hands as they moved to my waist. He yanked me closer, and I felt the proof of his excitement pressing hard against my hip.
In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but ponder the fact that just last night, I'd stood in a different doorway with a different guy. But everything now was so dissimilar that it was beyond silly to even consider comparing them.
With Zane, I wasn't pulling away. Cripes, with the way he made me feel, Icouldn’tpull away, even if I wanted to.
And heaven help me, I didn’t want to.
What on Earth was wrong with me? I knew this was a bad idea. I knew that we didn't even like each other. I knew that he went through lovers the way some people went through napkins or paper plates.
And yet, Istillcouldn't pull away.
But too soon,hedid. He pulled himself back, and held me literally at arm's length, as if determined to put some space between us.
Without his body against mine, the corridor felt cold and lonely, and I stifled a shiver. I glanced past him, into his room. It was only morning, and yet, I couldn’t help but glance at the bed.
I never did this.
I neverwantedto do this.
But I did now.
I wasn't even sure why.
Oh sure, he was beyond sexy, and he obviously knew what he was doing. But it still made no sense. I was smarter than this.
Maybe it was the aftermath of the thing with the senator. Maybe it was some sort of primal response to a guy who'd literally assaulted someone on my behalf. Maybe it all boiled down to some caveman thing that I would never understand.
Or, maybe, he was just too irresistible.
The silence between us stretched out longer than I might've expected. This was fine by me. After all, the voices in my head were practically yelling for me to run. Buttohim? Orawayfrom him?
This is where the voices disagreed.
Finally, it was Zane who broke the silence. "Fuck leaving," he said, more to himself than to me.
I gave a little shake of my head. "So you're not flying out?" I was insanely relieved – and scared as hell.
Stupid voices.
Zane replied, "That depends."
I gazed up at him. "On what?"
"On you."
"Me?"
Zane nodded. "Now, say yes."
Almost in a trance, I felt myself nod. His gaze was warmer than I'd ever seen it, and I knew that no matter what he was asking, I'd find it utterly impossible to say no.
