Casual Affair

She had seen some good-looking men in her time. And her gym was swarming with guys who regularly worked out and had the bodies to show for it.

But Zane was something else altogether.

She ran her fingertips across his pecs and down the ripples of his abdominal muscles. There was a kind of raw quality to his appearance. Various scars marred his torso that looked as if they’d been put there through physical activity, like sports.

His body practically screamed I know how to make a woman feel good. And she was all ears.

She started to play with his nipples, and he tipped his head back and exhaled heavily. “You like that?” she asked, fascinated by his reaction.

He released a mirthless laugh. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do that I wouldn’t like.”

She liked the sound of that. “Why don’t we test that theory…?”

She leaned forward and took one of his nipples between her lips, lightly sucking and flicking her tongue against it, giving it a quick nip with her teeth.

He let out a hiss between his teeth. “Christ,” he muttered. “You’re cruel, woman.”

She lowered her hand to his straining cock. Without removing the condom, he’d covered himself up after he’d pulled out of her in the elevator. So, she pushed his briefs back down and wrapped her hand around him.

“Are you complaining?”

“For teasing me all these months. For keeping this away from me.” His hand went to the back of her head, holding it against his chest as her tongue explored his other nipple. “I’ve never had to be so patient for anything in my life. Even just a bit of snogging would have helped.”

She licked his heated skin, the taste making her crazy. “Oh, I think we’re way past snogging.”

“Damn right,” he said, his hand tightening in her hair. “I’m not letting you leave until I’ve been inside you in every bloody way imaginable.”

She shivered in anticipation. “We can’t very well do any of that clothed, now, can we?”

Instead of answering, he let out a fierce growl and grabbed the bottom of her dress, yanked it upward, and ripped it over her head. “Good point,” he whispered, his mouth hot at her ear.

He stepped back and drank her in with his eyes. “Fuck, Bea.”

She stood there in nothing but her pink thong and heels—a bra wouldn’t have worked with her dress, and she was proud of her perky breasts.

She was oddly at peace being naked in front of him. Maybe it was the alcohol.

Or maybe it was because he was looking at her like she was the most desirous woman in the world. He was staring at her like he wanted to eat her.

Not a bad idea.

“Yes?”

His eyes were passion glazed as they took her in from head to toe. That was exactly how she wanted him—barely holding onto his control, willing to do whatever she wanted.

She wanted him to be on the brink of insanity before he got back inside her.

She stepped out of his reach and slid one hand up her naked breasts. While she began to fondle her nipples, she sent her other hand lower, to disappear below the scrap of material covering her mound.

He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

His eyes feasted on her as they tracked the way she touched herself. His hands fisted at his sides, and his jaw ticked with every move she made. He looked like he was going to pounce on her any second.

When he moved to approach her, she took a step back and shook her head. “First you have to finish what I started,” she said, nodding down to his jeans. “I can’t be the only one naked.”

His lips quirked, but he didn’t make an immediate move to undress.

Fine. He needed some encouragement? She hooked her fingers through her panties and slowly slid them down her legs.

His smirk disappeared.

Taking the hint, he quickly shoved his jeans down with jerky movements, his gaze never leaving her exposed sex. He licked his lips, his eyes dark with need, as he shucked both his jeans and briefs. He was now as naked as she was.

And if she thought his upper half was magnificent, his lower half could have shrines dedicated to it. The man was physically flawless.

She had to touch herself again. Not to torture him this time, but to slake her own overwhelming need. But before she could even begin, he lunged forward and caught her hands in his.