Page 22 of Flirt Away

He hissed. “I have no control with you.” He cupped her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

Her climax grew deep in her gut. Her muscles trembled. “Zane,” she whispered. “Yes.” She dropped her forehead to his and stared into his dark eyes. Their bodies moved as one. “Zane. Now. I need it now.”

He slipped his hand between their bodies, finding her swollen nub. He flicked it gently but firmly, sending her into a tailspin. As she convulsed, shaking uncontrollably, he gripped her hips tight, thrust deep inside, and spilled his climax with the same passion and fire as he had the other night.

While she exploded into a second orgasm. “Oh, my God. Zane. Yes.”

Cupping her face, he kissed her lips with sweet tenderness. He filled her with a combination of passion, desire, and temptation. Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled his face against her neck. “Best dessert I’ve ever had.”

She giggled like a silly schoolgirl as she relaxed against his strong body. Normally, she’d be looking for a blanket to cover herself.

But not this time.

Not with Zane.

She rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. Dinner and a couple of orgasms?”

He brushed her hair from her face. “You’re welcome.” He kissed her nose. “You should know I’m a one-woman kind of man, and I want you to be my one special lady. Are you up for that?”

“Hell, yes.”

He laughed. “You’re not going to get jealous of me at Club Allure?” He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head. “I love my job. I’m not giving it up.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to.” She ran her hand through his gorgeous hair. It wasn’t right that he had better hair than she did. “I might have some body-image issues, but I’m not a jealous or insecure woman. Still, I do have a question about that.”

“Okay.”

“Am I allowed to come to the club?”

He laughed. “I can make some arrangements during my days off for us to go if that’s what you want.”

“I might like that.” She sat up, cupping his face. “Want to go skinny-dipping?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

8

“Where are you taking me?” Dixie glanced out the window of her car. Zane had to practically pry the keys from her hands. It wasn’t that she didn’t like people driving her vehicle. But she preferred to be in control, and she didn’t like surprises. “Why are we getting off here?” Butterflies filled her stomach as they headed miles south of Seattle, closer to the Sound. In the distance, she could see Vashon Island.

Zane stretched out his arm and squeezed her thigh. “Relax.”

“Easy for you to say. You know the agenda.”

“You say that as if I have something nefarious planned.”

“For all I know, you do,” she said with a playful tone. Over the last couple of weeks, she’d gone from single and ready to mingle to happily attached without so much as a wandering eye.

Well, maybe she had glanced a time or two. Who didn’t? But no one compared to Zane.

No one.

He laughed, a deep, sultry sound that ignited her insides. “You’re going to love this.”

“Like I loved ‘Let’s recreate the scene from the movie9 ½ Weekswhere we feed each other random things blindfolded…and you fed me cauliflower mash, and I almost barfed on you?” While everything else about that night had been sexy as hell, she could have done without that part.

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