Page 110 of Fall I Want
I stare at it, feeling a cyclone of emotions, not knowing how to respond.
“You’re fucking adorable.” He bursts into laughter.
“I’m in shock.”
He takes a step forward, reducing the space between us. He gently tilts my chin upward until I meet his eyes. “Buy whatever you want. You’ll never be able to spend it all.”
“You say it like money is unlimited.”
“It is,” he says without skipping a beat, then he leans in and whispers in my ear, “Try me, Pumpkin.”
“What if I want a new car?”
He nibbles on my earlobe. “We’ll shop for one tomorrow.”
“A new wardrobe?” I whisper, wrapping my hand against the back of his neck.
“I’ll call my personal tailor.”
“A house?” I mutter.
“I know a few builders.” His hot breath is on my skin.
“And what if all I want is you?” I finally say.
He pulls away, meeting my eyes. “You have me.”
I stand on my tiptoes to capture his lips, needing him like a fire needs air as an inferno swirls inside of me.
Our tongues twist together and he rests his hand on my waist, moving me backward until my back is pressed against the cool glass window. We’re lost again, floating into the abyss. Material things don’t matter.
His fingers thread through my hair and warmth pools in the pit of my stomach. I tug on his bottom lip and he places his hands on either side of my head, blocking me in, surrounding me with him. It’s a brief moment of clarity, enough time for me to realize I lost control. He does that to me, though. I grab his shirt in my fists, pulling him back toward me, not wanting the space, as unspoken words float heavily in the air. We’re breathless, with swollen lips.
Zane swims in my brown eyes. “I already want to give you the world.”
His voice is a deep husk as he leans in and kisses along my neck.
“I’m falling too fast,” I desperately whisper.
Zane grabs my wrists in his large hand and holds my arms above my head.
“Do you have regrets?” he asks, peppering soft kisses wherever he can.
“Zero,” I mutter, the truth setting me free. My breasts rise and fall with anticipation of having him again, knowing I’m risking my heart again.
He smiles against my skin, tightening his grip, and I squeeze my thighs together just like I did all those weeks ago when we were in the library. Dominance, I crave his. I look up into his eyes, giving him full control of me.
“I want to do very bad things to you right now,” he growls, and it’s music to my goddamn ears.
“Please,” I beg, fully submissive as he lets me go.
Zane loosens the tie around his neck. “Undress for me, Pumpkin.”
He pins me in place with his gaze as I peel off my shirt, dropping it to the floor. Then I kick off my flats and wiggle out of the dark-washed jeans. I don’t break the intense eye contact as I reach behind my back and unclip my bra. My breasts fall free and I watch a devious smirk slide across his perfect lips.
When he focuses on me like that, I nearly go weak in the knees.
I hook my fingers into my lacy pink panties and slip them off. His eyes trail down to my perky, pebbled nipples, down to my pussy, then back up again. I stand on display for him, confident, loving how he looks at me with want, need, and intense desire. His thick cock is straining against the material of his suit pants; proof that he wants me just as much as I want him.
