Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Ugh,” she groans, “fine.” I hear the locks click open. “But only because I don’t want my neighbors to call the cops and then you end up in jail for disturbing the peace.” The door slowly opens and she’s standing in front of me wearing a black silk robe that is loosely tied around her waist. “Oh, it’s you. This is a surprise.” She cocks her hip. “Not a nice surprise though.”
“Are you not going to invite me in?” I ask her and she shakes her head.
“I was not going to invite you in.” She folds her arms over her chest, and when the robe opens in the front giving me a peek at her lace bra, I feel myself pulled further into her orbit. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you,” I reply and even I don’t believe what I’m doing here. Her eyebrows go up. “Are you alone?”
“No,” she snaps, and my heart sinks to my ass, “I’m throwing a party obviously.”
“Is he here?” I hiss out at her.
“No.” She glares at me. “You just missed him.”
“Did you let him touch you?” I growl out and she glares at me.
“It’s none of your business. You made it none of your business when you let me walk away from you. Again.” Her voice goes louder now and she’s angry. “What I do is none of your—” She stops talking but only because I storm into the house and she moves back.
“That is where you’re wrong,” I hiss. “When it comes to you, it’s my fucking business.”
thirteen
Victoria
I stare back, taking Zane in, as he glares at me. His hair is pushed to the side, his beard full, and the muscles on his shoulders defined in his black T-shirt. He looks like he just walked out of the shower. “That is where you’re wrong,” he hisses, and he starts to make his way into the house. I move back, my nipples going hard at the way he’s looking at me. “When it comes to you, it’s my fucking business.”
“I would agree to disagree.” It takes everything I have in me to make my voice stay strong and not whisper. He makes his way into the little entrance hallway. I thought it was small before, but with his big frame and powerful presence, he’s shrinking the space. He bends his knees so he can kiss me, and he uses his foot to slam the door shut, the sound echoing.
“Is he here?” He looks over my head toward the rest of the house.
“How the hell do you know where I live?” I ask him.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Victoria.” He stands in front of me, so close that all I would have to do is lean forward and I would be plastered to his front.
“I’m alone.” I shake my head. “I had a headache and it’s getting bigger as the seconds go by. It’s about yay high,” I say, getting on my tippy-toes and not even that is enough to reach the top of his head. “About this wide,” I add, holding my arms to his sides, “about two twenty, maybe more.”
“It’s about to get even bigger,” he assures me and I don’t have a chance to ask him what he means because his arm is around my waist, and he’s pulling me up his body.
“Zane,” I whisper his name and his eyes are just like I remembered them from that night—full of hunger, full of need, full of desire—and all aimed at me.
“I’ve never wanted anyone else to say my name as much as I’ve wanted you to say it.” He pushes the hair over my shoulder. “Every single fucking time you say my name, my cock stirs in my pants.” His mouth gets so close to mine I can feel his breath on me. “I picture you on your back with me buried inside you, and all I want you to do is scream my name.”
I wrap an arm around his shoulder and then my other hand comes up to cup his face, my fingers stinging from his beard. “Zane,” I repeat one more time and then his lips are on mine. Softly, not as hard as he wants it to be. My lips open for him as his tongue slides into my mouth, and I know this is the kiss that is unlike any I’ve gotten before in my life. It’s a kiss that everyone describes when they describe that perfect kiss. His tongue moves around and around with mine as I feel us moving through my house.
I don’t know how he knows where to go, and I’m too far gone to care, and he steps into my bedroom. He gets onto the bed on his knees and my legs unwrap from his waist as I drop down to my own knees in front of him. I hear his slides fall to the floor, first one then the other. He stares at me and my eyes bore into his as his hand comes up and he gingerly touches my cheek. He bends down, lips hovering over mine as the hand on my cheek moves down to my neck. If my eyes weren’t open, I would think I was dreaming. His touch is light as a feather as my own hands come up to touch him. I cup the back of his head with one hand, the other going to the side of his neck as his lips take mine again. I try to keep my eyes open to see the kiss, but the feeling is too much.