“Have I?”
“Have you what?”
“Won you over?”
She held my gaze, her eyes steady on mine.
Then her lips parted.
“Let me show you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Roxy
To see that he was worried, not entirely sure, made me go all gooey inside, like a caramel left in the sun. I was soft and pliable and, even if he didn’t realize it, his for the taking.
I rolled toward him and even though every bone in my body felt like jelly, I straddled him, rubbing my center against his cock, and loving the way it jumped against me.
Z let out a groan. “Gods, Roxy.”
“I like that.” I leaned down and kissed his lips, biting a little as I ended the kiss. They were just so full, so kissable, so begging for nibbles. “I’ll need to hear more.”
“Oh, you will.”
“I better.” I wasn’t a boneless jellyfish anymore. I felt strong and powerful with him. I sat back and rocked my hips along his length, letting him slide between my folds.
He groaned again, and it wasn’t for show.
I felt a rush of wetness between my legs.
Z put his hands on my hips. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
“Ever?” I arched a brow, teasing.
“Ever.” He was serious.
I rocked against him again, back and forth, slow, steady, not willing to rush.
His hands tightened on my hips, and he didn’t look away from me. He didn’t close his eyes.
He let me see him as we fell deeper into whatever this was.
I was afraid to think beyond the next couple of minutes. I arched up on my knees and his cock sprang up. In one swift motion, he slid inside of me.
He filled me.
“Oh, god.” I let my head fall back a little, enjoying the feel of him within me.
He thrust upward, and I could feel him at my very center.
It was amazing.
I began to move, up and down. Then I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest. I could feel the ripple of his muscles beneath my hands.
Being with Z, even though I’d asked him not to use the razzle dazzle, was pretty overwhelming as it was. Maybe it was because he was a god, and he was comfortable with me. Whatever it was, I felt encompassed.
I moved faster, my breath coming in gasps. He met me with each thrust, pushing into me, giving me all of him.