“Laughable?” Zane asked me as he pulled me in closer.
Goddess, I loved the feel of his body against mine. “Oh, lie on top of me,” I moaned, feeling wonderfully brazen. “Please, just lie on top of me and be with me.”
Zane moaned my name and then some sort of chorus of sounds, and then pulled me toward him so our lips locked in a kiss. Without asking, he plundered my mouth, as though he wanted to devour, to own, and to have me close as possible.
I completely agreed. When he lifted my hips, I wrapped my legs around him tightly while his arms pressed me closer, as though disliking the distance our bodies made to ourselves.
Oh, I was so losing myself inside him, even as he delighted in being inside me. I felt ridiculous, empowered, and like I could conquer the world. I wanted to kiss him
