Page 55 of Help Wanted

A small smile threatened to break across her face. He leaned down and kissed her. Everything she’d felt before came crashing back over her. She hadn’t realized she would want him so much, so soon, but she did. It was as if she had an on switch and he’d flipped it.

She deepened the kiss and pulled him toward her bed. He followed along willingly.

Slipping her hand under the waistband of his jeans made him moan. The power in that caused her body shake. His fingers fumbled, but he got her shirt open. She hadn’t put on her bra in her rush to get away.

How strange—she didn’t want to be away from him now. She never would have thought of herself as a flighty person, but this man made her crazy.

She kicked off her jeans at the same time he pulled off his pants. Then he froze.

“Hell. I only had the one condom,” he said with a tortured expression.

“It’s okay, I’m on birth control. To regulate my cycle.” She was happy to finally get the chance to use it for its intended purpose. He murmured something that sounded like praise to God as she fell back on the bed. He moved between her legs and slid inside her in one movement.

It went a lot better this time. The tenderness was mild, there was no stinging, as she’d experienced the first time. And the pleasure made it worth it.

“Oh God,” he whispered as he began moving slowly. She smiled up at him and he smiled back.

“It’s okay?” he asked.

“Better than okay,” she answered. “You can go faster.”

“No, I can’t. If I do, it will be over way too soon.”

“Oh.” She smiled wider, knowing it felt too good for him to control himself. She loved that.

“Really?” He chuckled as he noticed. “Now, I’m going to have to wipe that smug little smile off your face.” He pulled out, causing her to groan from his absence.

“No. Please. I won’t smile. Just come back.” It was too late. He wasn’t coming back. He was kissing her neck and moving down. Somehow he was able to play with one of her nipples with his fingers while sucking the other one into his mouth. She had to love a man who could multitask.

She couldn’t keep her body still, it seemed to writhe and arch on the bed without her permission. A whimper escaped when he released her breasts. The moisture he left on her flesh chilled quickly in the cool room, but the rest of her was flaming hot.

She assumed he would move back into position, but instead he was kissing down her stomach. When he dipped his tongue into her belly button she jolted, knowing where he was heading.

“You don’t have to—”

“Shut up,” he said. She could feel his laughter on her inner thigh as he spread her legs.

“But I’m not sure—”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure.” He winked at her from his spot between her legs, and then before she could offer another protest his tongue swept up through her wetness and she involuntarily screamed and pulled away.

It felt too good. She wasn’t prepared.

Zane laughed again, this time his breath spread over her center, causing yet another jolt.

“Watch me, Kenley,” he said, and she realized her eyes were squeezed shut in anticipation. She opened them and looked down as he stroked her with his tongue again.

Her head fell to the side and her fingers clenched the sheets.

The tension she’d felt before was back. She knew wave after wave of pleasure was headed her way. She was so close.

Zane slid one finger inside her, stroking her internally while his tongue lapped at her again and again.

Somehow her hands had moved to his hair, and she was pulling him closer as she screamed out his name. The tremors began, and she knew she screamed again, but had no idea what she might have said.

She hardly had a moment to catch her breath before he was moving inside her again. Apparently she was going to catch up on all the years of sex she’d missed in just one night.

“Zane,” she said breathlessly.