Page 396 of Not Over You

A smile danced on his lips. “Make sure you also tell them I was amazing.”

“Make sure you are, and I will.”

He caught her bottom lip between his teeth. “Bank on it, baby.” Gripping her wrists, he pushed her arms overhead. Eyes set on her breasts, a flush crept up his neck and over his cheeks. “You are so fucking sexy, Lori. No bullshit when I say you literally take my breath away.”

“Zane, I—”

She lost her ability to respond when his mouth closed around her nipple. An invisible line between her nipple and her clit pulled tight. She gasped, clutching Zane’s head, pressing down while she arched her back. A hunger she hadn’t been aware she had bloomed within her. She got it. Got exactly where he was coming from when he said it wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough.

He rested back on his haunches and reached over to grab a condom off her nightstand. Lori plucked it out of his hand.

“Let me.”

She ripped the packet open with her teeth, removed the condom, and rolled it onto Zane’s massive erection. He was bigger now than he had been at eighteen, and even then, he’d stood close to the front of the line when the gods handed out girth and length. This was going to sting, but, dear heaven on earth, it’d be worth it.

“Jesus, Lori.” Zane pushed forward, easing himself into her an inch at a time. “Fuck, am I gonna fit?”

She half laughed, half winced. “Women push babies out of there. It’ll fit.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Zane, just shove it in, will you?”

He barked a laugh and thrust forward. The burn lasted a few seconds, and she held her breath while he remained still, waiting for her to adjust.

“Okay, you can move now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Thank Christ.”

Another giggle sounded in her throat. This felt alien and yet familiar at the same time. More than thirteen years might’ve passed since they’d been intimate like this, but her body hadn’t forgotten.

She tilted her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist. He locked his eyes on hers, and the entire outside world melted away. All her worries, her health issues, their time apart, triggered by her hand and brought together by his forgiveness. All of it disappeared in a blaze of devotion. This man, this beautiful, kind, generous, big-dicked man who she loved with all her heart.

How had she denied herself this for so many years? It seemed unbelievable, yet while living it, she’d seen no other way. What a stupid, blind fool she’d been. Her immaturity coupled with the imminent threat of death led her to push away the very person she should have drawn close. How much easier it would have been to go through the operation and subsequent recovery with Zane beside her, holding her hand and telling her everything would be okay.

“Stop, Lori.”

She blinked. “Stop what?”

He bowed his head, capturing her mouth while his hips glided forward and back, stroking her insides and touching the spot that turned her into a writhing, hot mess of wanton need.

“Stop blaming yourself.” He nuzzled her neck, nibbled her earlobe. “I know you. There isn’t a person in this world who knows you better than I. And I’m telling you. Stop. It.”

The prickle of tears stabbed at the backs of her eyes, the emotions of the last month culminating in the feel of Zane moving inside her boiling over.

“I love you.” Her voice was thick, her throat raw. “And I’ve missed you.”

“I love you, Lori. So much it scares me.” He rocked back on his heels and cupped her ass, his gaze going to where they were joined. He slowly withdrew, almost to the tip, then pushed in, her body welcoming him home.

“Fuck, we look great together.”

He rubbed her throbbing clit, and she came apart, the sight of his dick sliding in and out coupled with the pressure of his talented fingers on her nub too much to handle. She cried out, her muscles pulsing, milking him to his own orgasm. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her up to join him, holding her close enough to make breathing difficult, but worth the battle for oxygen.

“God, Lori. Fuck.”

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