Chapter 31: OLIVE's POV
He stepped back between my legs, and I watched his hands go to his belt. Watched him unbuckle it slow, the leather sliding through the loops with this soft whisper sound that made my stomach clench. His eyes never left mine as he popped the button on his pants, dragged the zipper down slowly.
"You're staring," he said, voice rough.
"You're taking too long." My voice came out breathless, wrecked.
His hands paused. "Impatient?"
"Zane, please—"
"Please what?" He pushed his pants down just enough, and then he was there—thick and hard and already leaking at the tip, and I couldn't stop staring because f**k, he was big.
"Use your words, Muffin."
My face burned. "I want you inside me."
"Where?" His hand wrapped around himself, one slow stroke that made his jaw cle
