Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,224

let my head fall to one side and my mouth part as his lips work against mine and his tongue slips between my lips to tangle with my own. He knows me already, after just three days. Knows how to kiss me, how to turn his head at the right moment to deepen that kiss, and how to wrap his arms around my waist and lift me against him so that I can forget everything else in the world except for the feeling of his arms around me.

When he sets me back on my feet, we’re both smiling faintly, despite the knot of worry still buried deep in my stomach. Somehow, I still need to find a way to solve this. But that feels possible here, wrapped safely in Zayne’s arms. With him by my side, we can manage anything.

He kisses my forehead lightly. “Can I take this as a sign that we’re okay again?” he murmurs softly.

“As long as you promise you’re not hiding any other dark skeletons in your closet from me,” I reply.

He laughs. “My closet is open wide. You can have a look anytime you want.”

“What if I’d rather steal a peek under your clothes instead?” I counter with a raised eyebrow.

His grin deepens. “Hmm. That could also be arranged. But first, I’m afraid there’s something else I really need to do.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

Without responding, he steps back and catches the hem of my shirt. In one smooth motion, he pulls it up and over my head and drops it to the floor beside us. “I’m very hungry, Ms. Walker. I need to eat something. Preferably you.”

I laugh, which turns into a shiver as he catches me in a tight grip and lifts me onto the kitchen counter. He spreads my legs and starts the slow process of peeling my jeans off. I lean back, my head grazing the flowers that sit in the vase beside me, perfuming the air. I breathe in the scent deeply, sigh it out again as he yanks my jeans off my legs and tosses them aside with my blouse.

He kisses his way back up the inside of my leg, from my ankle up to my knee, then past it, along my inner thigh.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Clove,” he murmurs as he works his way up my body. “Every minute of the day, all day.”

I think about the shower, my fantasies. My inability to force him out of my head, even when I was mad at him, even when I thought he did this, or thought he was lying to me. He was, I guess, but I understand his reasons.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” I whisper.

“I get hard every time I remember how gorgeous your body is, how beautiful you look spread out before me like this…” He leans in to lick his tongue across my mound for emphasis, and I gasp, biting down on my lip.

“I have to touch myself whenever I think about what you did to me this weekend,” I admit, my voice low, soft. “When I think about that hour when you commanded me…”

“Or when I think about the way you moaned so loud and desperately, with my cock inside your ass…” He stands, so I can see the hard bulge in his pants, the way he strains for me.

“Nobody has ever made me come the way you do, Zayne,” I admit.

He smiles. “Nobody has ever made me want to fuck them for hours and hours the way you do…” He trails his finger up my slit, through the wet juices already gathering there, and then pops it straight into his mouth, licking my juices with a hungry glow in his eyes.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.” I brace myself against his shoulders, both hands gripping him tight. “How can I feel like this for you so fast?”

“Because I was always there, Clove. Waiting for you to see me under the uniform. We haven’t known each other long, but we’ve been standing right in each other’s paths for years.”

He’s right. I may not have known him well, but Zayne has been in my life for a long, long time. No wonder it feels right, now that I’m realizing how much more in my life he needed to be. How deeply involved in my life he should have been from the start.

“Let me make you feel good, Clove. Let me take your mind off all of this…”

He kneels