Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,248

they were changed. She swung her legs out of bed and made a low noise of resignation when she realized it wasn’t just the bed that had been scented with eau de Zane. Her entire body smelled of him.

She lifted her wrist to see if she could at least catch a whiff of her own perfume, but the flowery scent was masked by the richer, musky odor of Zane. And sex, she had to admit that. She reeked of it.

Normally, the smell would have made her interested in diving back for seconds, but since her partner had disappeared without a word, another round seemed unlikely. That thought made her grumpier than the fact he’d gone. Post-coital regrets she could understand, but the sex had been damn good. No repeats of that kind of lovemaking seemed vastly unfair.

She sighed again, louder this time, and punched the bed with a sulky fist. Shower, then breakfast. See what was on the list of activities for the day. She wouldn’t think about Zane…yeah, right. And she wouldn’t breathe either.

She padded to the bathroom and ran the shower hot, then soaped and scrubbed luxuriously. She took care of everything else—hair, teeth, necessaries. When she walked, naked, back into the bedroom, she had to clutch the doorjamb in shock.

He’d brought her breakfast on a tray. And flowers. He’d laid the bright yellow blooms end to end on the neatly turned-down bed. They were in the shape of a heart.

She blinked and felt an absurd rush of tears clog her eyes and throat. “I thought—”

“You think too much.” Zane crossed the room to pull her into his arms.

His mouth on hers held a hint of the strawberries and cream she’d spied on the breakfast plate. His hands were warm on the bare, damp skin of her back. She reached down and pulled the white T-shirt out of his waistband, then up over his stomach and chest. He stopped kissing her long enough to pull the shirt over his head, then threw it on the floor.

His mouth closed over hers again. His tongue quested, and she returned the kiss with equal fervor. With as little effort as if he were lifting a pillow, Zane lifted Kendall and settled her legs around his waist.

Her damp curls brushed his belly. His hand gripped her firmly beneath the curve of her ass. She had no fear of falling, not with Zane holding her.

He held her that way for what seemed an impossibly long time. She curled her arms over his shoulders and hooked her ankles behind his back. Her sex pressed deliciously against him as the bud of her clit swelled with passion.

“This would work better if you were naked,” she murmured and pulled apart just enough to be able to look into his eyes.

“I only have two hands.” Zane brushed his tongue across her lower lip, then tugged the soft flesh between his own. “Unless you want me to put you down.”

She ran her hands over the bulge of his biceps. “No. Walk me up against that wall.”

“I like the way you think.” He did as she ordered until her back pressed firmly against the faded wallpaper.

Propped that way, she was able to let go of his arms to slide her hands into the edge of his waistband. She pushed it a little, then a little more.

“Wiggle your ass,” she told him.

He laughed, but did. His pants fell to his ankles. All at once his hot length was pressing against the crease of her buttocks. She pushed herself away from him for a moment, and he slipped between their bodies. The head of his cock nudged her clit, while the rest of it nestled in her slick folds.

“Damn.”

She nodded and pressed her forehead to his. Her arms went back around his shoulders. “Make love to me this way.”

He shifted a bit, just enough, and slid inside her. She couldn’t stop the cry that burst from her throat as he buried himself to the hilt. He pulsed rapidly inside her and filled her completely. Slowly, she rolled her hips to grind her clit against him. It was impossible for him to thrust in and out, not without losing his grip or his balance, but the slow, teasing grind was enough to make both of them begin to groan.

“I have to sit down. Sit or fall.”

She looked over his shoulder to the bed strewn with petals. “The bed?”

He nodded and seized her mouth for another kiss. “Yeah.”

It took only two steps for