Page 215 of Positively Pricked
Ididknow that, and yet, I swear, I would've been thrilled to hear it a million times over. I gave him a secret smile. "Andyou'remade for me."
"Got that right."
I ran my own hands lower, skimming my fingers along his rock-hard abs before reaching for his length. He was massively hard in my soapy grip, and I gave his erection a tender squeeze, and then a long, smooth stroke, followed by another.
In front of me, Zane closed his eyes and gave a muffled moan that blended so sweetly with the sound of the water cascading over our naked bodies.
I tightened my grip, loving the feel of him, the sound of him, the look of him, especially when he smiled in a way that was almost sweet.
At any other time, I might have laughed at the very idea. Zane Bennington, sweet?
And yet, being with him was the sweetest thing I'd ever known, especially a few minutes later when we tumbled, wet and eager, from the shower onto the four-poster bed.
I felt clean and warm and so very desperate to have him inside me. At that moment, I might've even been willing to beg him, but happily, I didn't have to. When his body claimed mine, I felt full and complete in a way I never would've thought possible.
I drifted off, happy and sated, in the quiet afternoon, only to wake however long later to see Zane propped up beside me, gazing at me with an expression that made me smile all over again.
I couldn’t help but ask, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking of the first time I saw you." He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear. "I noticed you right away, you know."
"At the party?" I had to laugh. "It would be hardnotto notice me, considering that you caught me eavesdropping."
"Maybe. But that wasn't the first time I saw you."
"It wasn't?"
"No. I saw you from an upper window."
"You did? When?"
"That afternoon, when you were playing with the dogs."
At first, I didn't get what he meant, but then, I realized. "Oh, my God. You mean when I was throwing those stupid meatballs?"
"Yeah," he said. "It amused the hell out of me."
"Well, ifthatamused you, I can only imagine how funny it was to find me in some van." I nuzzled closer. "Admit it. You hated me."
"I didn't hate you," he said, "but Iwassuspicious."
"Why?" I had to laugh. "Just because you caught me hiding out in the dark?"
"No. Because you were just my type."
"Oh, stop it," I said. "I was not."
"Wanna bet?" He ran a warm hand along my hip. "In fact, you were so exactly my type, I figured ithadto be a setup."
"Seriously?" I laughed against his bare chest. "So you thought I was a spy or something?"
"No." A smile crept into his voice. "I thought you were trouble."
"Me?" I couldn't help but scoff. "Compared to you, I'm an angel."
"Yeah." His voice softened. "You are."
Of course, I knew this wasn't true, but it was sweet to hear just the same. "Well, I'm gladyouthink so."
