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I stop breathing as I slowly buck my hips upward, feeling like I’ll come by a single touch.
“Mm,” he says, pleased. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Please,” I desperately pant out, nearly begging as I wait in anticipation for him to make his move. I’m too impatient as my heartrate ticks furiously in my neck. I swear he can hear thethump thump thumpin my chest. Sober me wants a relationship; drunk me begs to be fucked by this man, leaving me unable to stand for a week. And based on the size of him that’s currently pressed against me, that might actually be the case.
“The chase is the fun part.” Then he moves his hand from me and creates some space, still keeping his arm roped over me, allowing me to feel how hard he is.
My mind spins and I don’t know how much time passes, but I watch the moonshine travel across the room.
When I think it’s safe, I roll onto my back. His strong hand stays resting against my bare stomach. My body sings with warmth knowing a few inches up and he could touch my peaked nipple. I stay still for another five minutes as I steal glances at Zane, checking that he’s asleep and his breathing is steady.
Then I carefully slide my hand down my stomach, making sure I don’t touch him, as I slip my fingers between my legs. I’m soaked and so damn horny that I have to do this, knowing he’s right here, in the flesh. My eyes flutter closed as I slowly rub circles on my needy clit. My heart rate increases as I dip a finger inside, wishing it were him. Imagining it’s him.
I bite down on my bottom lip as my muscles tense and I return to my needy bud. My pussy clenches and I know I won’t be able to hold it back. I keep going, desperate, worked up and teetering on the edge. I keep a methodical pace that doesn’t cause a lot of movement.
His fingers barely move across my stomach and it sends me over. I come violently and it’s a goddamn miracle I didn’t scream out his name. I feel as if I’ve been catapulted to a different dimension, and I see stars as my cunt pulsates with pleasure. I exhale a pant and he stirs.
I slam my eyes shut, staying frozen. He wasn’t awake, his breathing was too steady and his face too relaxed. When I glance at him, I swear I see the ghost of a smirk on his lips. It’s my imagination playing tricks on me like it’s been doing.
Zane rolls onto his side and I follow, scooting close, pressing my breasts against his back. The only thing that’s between us is the thin material of the shirt he gave me. Carefully, I wrap my arm around him, inhaling his scent that’s a mix of pine and mountain breeze. Just as I’m falling asleep, I think I hear him mutter, “My good fucking girl.”
And those words have me tempted to do it all over again.
Chapter 18
Autumn
It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am.
Hollow Manor.
In Zane Alexander’s gigantic bed surrounded by windows.
The large T-shirt is up over my boob and I’m sprawled across the mattress like I’m at home. I reach over to his side and find it’s cold to the touch. I’m not sure why I feel disappointed. I sit up, enjoying the view and readjusting my clothes.
I’m in awe that he gets to wake up to this daily. I can only imagine it with the snow-capped mountains and the slopes right outside the windows.
The visibility is fantastic on the mountain today and I can see the tall peaks in the distance. A smile touches my lips as my hand rubs across the silky sheets, and I lie back, staring at the constellations painted on the high ceiling, thinking about last night. He had me so turned on that I had to handle it myself. No more tequila around him needs to be something I enforce in the future.
However, I’m not ashamed. Imagining him pretending to be asleep as I got off to thoughts of him has me squeezing my thighs together again. Proof that he’s buried deep under my skin already.
Had I taken one more shot, I would’ve begged for him, but I respect his no. Sometimes a girl just has to take care of herself.Before I can think about anything else, my bladder screams out in protest. When I stand, I’m shocked I don’t have a hangover, considering how much I drank. He wasn’t joking. I actually feel great andalive.
My feet touch the cool black marble with golden flecks that look like fairy dust. This house feels magical and whimsical, with its hidden details and quirks. I could spend weeks in this house and never be able to take it all in. Everywhere I look, I notice something different. Care went into building and designing the manor. That much I know.
After relieving myself, I wash my hands, wishing I could brush my teeth. I glance at the leather toiletry bag with golden zippers and readTom Fordin tiny letters, then I unzip it. Inside are normal things.
I open the cabinet under the sink and see an unopened package of toothbrushes. I swipe the orange one then open and squeeze a line of the spearmint toothpaste that I’ve smelled on his breath onto the end.
As I look in the mirror, a smile touches my lips, because for the first time in two years, I woke up somewhere other than my bed in my loft. I tuck hair behind my ears, trying to look somewhat presentable before going downstairs.
The curse feels broken, like today is a new beginning. The thrill of that rushes through me.
I walk out of his room, taking in the space and the sunlight through the windows. It shines against the paintings, naturally spotlighting them on the walls. Zane was right. The house is gorgeous in the daylight with personal touches that are often overlooked in spaces. At night, it’s a totally different vibe, a little spooky when the lights are off, but I like them both.
I slide my hand down the smooth railing of the stairway, and atthe bottom I see Zane in the kitchen. He’s standing with a dark-haired woman, laughing. He hugs her tight. I stop, not wanting to intrude, and try to sneak away. As if he senses my presence, he looks up and pins me in place with his gaze.
His eyes trail down my body then back up to my face, and I notice the fire in his eyes as a sexy smile meets his lips.
