Page 57 of Keeping Mr. Right Now
Zane scooted to the edge of the couch. He slid the hand on her cheek to the back of her head, pressed his other palm against her lower back, and brought her flush against him. Against his bare chest. And against his—gulp—hardness. Heat surged through her in the most wicked way as his thick length touched her stomach. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Intense pleasure coiled in her belly and spread wildly.
His mouth opened, nudging her lips apart, and she let him in. He tangled his tongue with hers and made it impossible for her to breathe without him.
The kiss took turns at tender, hot, relentless. She loved them all. She could kiss him all night, the passion and intensity always there—in her mind, her body, her heart. This was the kind of first kiss she’d dreamed about.
His arm tightened around her, he tilted his head a little more to the left, and oh heavens above, his tongue and mouth did things that made her moan. Nothing—nothing!—had ever felt so good.
She shimmied against him, her pulse sped up, she let out a moan of pleasure.
He seemed to like her response because he groaned in return and deepened the kiss. He kissed her like he needed her air too, and a heady feeling swooped over her. She didn’t just have a crush on Zane. She liked him. Really, really liked him.
Her fingers played with the hair at the base of his neck before she slipped her hands under his shirt and ran them across his shoulders. Smooth, hot, muscled, he’d most definitely been carved from something one-of-a-kind. The hold on her back inched lower, lower, until he had her bottom firmly in the cup of his hand. The feverish sensations between her legs intensified.
Then he grazed her bottom lip with his teeth. He nipped and teased, ran his tongue across the seam, before he slid his tongue back into her mouth where he once again stroked her until everything inside her melted.
They kissed for the longest time. She wished for it to never end, wished to be greedy and keep his mouth on hers until he couldn’t remember anyone else’s kiss. She knew he’d just wiped out every other kiss she’d had. Knew deep down in her soul that no one would ever compare to Zane.
Her Mr. Right Now.
Don’t forget that, Sophie.
As if he sensed a slight hesitation in her mood, he broke the kiss.
They were both breathing hard. His eyes were glazed. Were hers? She blinked a whole bunch, just in case. He wound a strand of hair at the curve of her neck around his finger.
Words got caught in her throat. Should she thank him? Tell him he’d just rocked her world? Or say nothing and get up and go?
“You look well-kissed, Sophie Birch.”
“I am.”
“Me, too. Now I’d better get you back to your hotel.”
“Okay,” she whispered. She had a feeling he was trying to be a gentleman, and she didn’t want him to be. But she couldn’t muster up the nerve to ask for more.
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“You look different,” Honor said, leaning her elbow on the table, chin on the heel of her hand, eyes a little unfocused. Glorious sunrays shined down on her at their outdoor table at the Happy Harpoon, yesterday’s rainy weather long gone.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sophie said, loving the feel of the cold sand between her toes. Maybe the soft grains would do the trick and cool her down. Ever since Zane had dropped her off at her hotel last night and given her another killer kiss, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him or some of the more fascinating truth or dares she’d read.
Describe the sexiest dream you’ve ever had.That would be the one she’d had last night about Zane.
If I were handcuffed to the bed, what would you do to me?She’d wanted to ask Zane that question so badly last night, but he hadn’t asked for the right number.
Have you ever climaxed while fully clothed?She’d been so aroused last night that no doubt a few more minutes of kissing and touching and she would’ve had her first orgasm not at her own hand. She wasn’t a virgin, but the two men she’d been with hadn’t done that for her. Hadn’t really tried. Zane’s potency—not to mention his teasing—had her right on the edge with his darn smile.
“Okay, you need to stop that right now.” Honor pointed and waved her finger in the air.
“Stop what?”
“Looking like you’ve got a secret lover and you’re meeting him in an hour.” She crinkled her brows. “You don’t, do you? You’d tell me, right?”
Sophie’s face burned. “Well, does my Mr. Right Now count?”
Honor’s eyes widened. “Something happened last night, didn’t it?” She bent forward, putting her face closer to the table.
Midge arrived with their egg white scrambles, toast, and strawberries. The plate with a giant sticky bun was a surprise. “Don’t argue with me,” Midge said. “You can’t leave White Strand without trying one, Sophie.”
