Page 146 of Fall I Want
“You manifested me,” I whisper.
Zane spins me around, capturing my lips. “I think it’s the other way around, Pumpkin.”
He glances at my throat, then at my mouth. “Tonight, I want to make love to you.”
“I’ll take an IOU, then. One where you don’t hold back,” I say as he steps forward, gently guiding me onto the bed.
“It’s a deal.” Our mouths slam together. He gives my body time to adjust to him before picking up his pace, and it doesn’t take longbefore I’m floating like a feather with him. High on his touch, the taste of his skin, and everything he has to offer.
Iwake up to Zane’s cock pressed into my back, and I arch against him. We make love to the early morning sunlight peeking over the horizon. Afterward, we stand on the balcony, watching the fog drift over the water.
“How is it here in the winter?”
“Beautiful. You’d love it,” he tells me.
I imagine it covered in a soft white powder as snowshoe hikers take the trails.
“We’ll come back,” he promises with a yawn. “Coffee?”
“That’s the magic word.”
The chill in the air creeps along my exposed legs and I shiver slightly.
Zane grabs his phone, shoves it into his pocket, and leads me downstairs. He places logs in the fireplace and lights them. “Oh, the real deal.”
He grins. “It’s nostalgic.”
I smile because it reminds me of scribbling down stories about ponies and cute boys.
“What?” Zane asks.
“I remembered a childhood memory of writing by the fire.”
“I can imagine that.” He moves into the kitchen and begins his search for an espresso machine. He opens a cabinet and pulls out a French press.
“Do you have grounds?”
“Hm.” Zane moves to the pantry with his joggers sitting haphazardly on his waist. I admire every inch of him, knowing my lips were pressed against his skin. “Right here.”
I move toward him.
“Have a seat. I’m making you a cup this morning.”
“Great. I’ll sit here and enjoy the view.”
Zane shoots me a wink and fills a kettle with water, placing it on the stove. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“You choose.”
Our lips touch, softly, but communicating all the desire still burning between us. “You?”
“I think we can make that happen.”
A yawn escapes me.
“After coffee and breakfast. I need you nourished for the rest of our day.”
“I fucking love the sound of that.”
