Zane

“Your body is saying otherwise. Why is that, Channing?”

She shook her head, fighting off the way his eyes were mesmerizing her. “You’re wrong.”

“No, sweetheart, I’m right, and I intend to show you just how right I am.” He pulled her close, leaned in and swooped down on her mouth.

Push him away, damn it, Channing’s mind screamed.

But at the first taste of his tongue her mind changed course and began chanting, Devour him like he’s devouring you, and don’t let go.

So she didn’t.

Moments later, she wasn’t exactly sure whose tongue was dominating or at what point they had begun pulling off each other’s clothes. What was happening here? Invading another man’s territory was not Zane’s style.

Before she could question his actions any further, air hit her skin, and she realized she was halfway naked and so was he. She pulled her mouth from his. “Zane, you’re not thinking straight. We need to—”

Whatever she was about to say vanished from her lips when he dropped to his knees and latched his hot mouth on her. Before Zane, oral sex had been something she read about in romance novels, but Zane had brought it to life for her. The man had a skillful mouth.

She clasped her hands on his shoulders, intending to shove him back, but at the feel of his hungry tongue, she let out a lusty moan. She instinctively arched her back and pushed herself into his mouth.

He knew all the erogenous spots to claim, conquer and satisfy.

“Zane!”

As sensations zapped her, he stroked his tongue across her, slanting his mouth at different angles. Each stroke had her moaning deep in her throat and whispering his name through her lips. And then it happened—an avalanche of the kind of pleasure she found only with him ripped through her. Instead of letting her go, he grabbed tightly to her thighs and held on as a cavalcade of spasms overtook her.

The next thing she knew, he was lifting her and placing her on one of the vacant tables and spreading her out. When she watched him rip open a condom packet with his teeth, she knew what he intended to do. Instead of stopping him, she reached down and grabbed his throbbing erection. It was just as she remembered—large, thick and nesting in a thatch of dark, curly hair. An urgency she hadn’t felt in two years came over her, and she whispered in a heated breath, “I need you inside me. Now!”

He quickly slid on the condom and then, while staring into her eyes, he thrust inside of her, quickly setting a rhythm with deep, powerful strokes. He went deep, then deeper and took her to the hilt.

She moaned as her body became carnally reacquainted with his. Zane was a master at giving pleasure, and he was bequeathing a generous dose on her. She felt his swollen shaft each time he moved. She felt it all: how her feminine muscles clamped tightly on every inch of him, trying to drain him of everything he had.

Then, suddenly, an explosion of pleasure hit her. She would have let out a wail if he hadn’t firmly locked his mouth on hers. Her response triggered him, and he pounded into her harder and deeper as her powerful orgasm ripped into her, nearly jerking her body off the table.

How could something so wrong feel so right? She pushed the question from her mind as his climax began and she was given yet another orgasm.

He snatched his mouth from hers and threw his head back, growling hoarsely, a sound she would admit she’d missed. She curved her arms around his neck to bring his mouth back down to hers. And then she kissed him—the way a woman was supposed to kiss a man who meant the world to her.

When she released him, he stared down at her, smiled and whispered, “Damn, I missed this. I missed you.”

She didn’t say anything but instead closed her eyes. Her common sense came reeling back with a vengeance as he eased himself out of her and then gently helped her off the table. They’d had spontaneous sex before but never in a public place. They were in a restaurant in downtown Denver, for heaven’s sake! She didn’t want to think about how many times Tasha might have tried to open the locked door. Had anyone heard them?

“Do you need help getting back into your clothes?”

She jerked her gaze over to where Zane stood. He had his clothes back on like he had never taken them off. “No, I can handle it,” she said softly, picking up her panties from the floor.

When she began sliding the undergarment up her legs, his next words stopped her. “How soon will you be breaking your engagement to Hammond?”

There was something about the way he’d asked, something about the tone of his voice that made her gut twist in a knot. He spoke as if her engagement had been a problem he’d solved. Had he? Dread consumed her.

“What makes you think I’m ending my engagement?” she asked, deciding to play her hunch and hope like hell that she was wrong. Surely he hadn’t seduced her just to force her to break her engagement?

“Of course you’re going to break it. You’re not the type of woman who would be engaged to one man and mess around with another.”

No, she wasn’t. “And you’re not the type of man to mess around with a woman who’s not yours. A woman who belongs to another man. I guess we’ve both acted out of character today.”

She watched his face take on a formidable look when he said, “I didn’t act out of character, sweetheart. I was merely proving a point.”

She had finished dressing now, and his words gave her pause. “Just what point were you trying to prove?”

He slowly crossed the room and pinned her against the table by bracing his arms on either side of her. He leaned in to get eye level with her. “The point I proved is that you’re mine. There’s no other man for you but me, and I don’t intend to give you up.”

Channing forced her heart to not leap with joy. Did that mean he loved her after all? He had yet to say the words. She decided to ask him straight-out. “Does that mean you realized you love me?”

He actually seemed shocked at her assumption. He straightened. “No. It means I care for you, and I don’t want to see you get hurt. Hammond would have hurt you.”

Pain ripped through Channing, and her heart twisted. Did he not realize he was hurting her? “Let me get this straight,” she said, fighting anger. “You don’t love me but you brought me here to seduce me just to prove a point?”

Zane frowned. “I brought you here to talk some sense into you, but I ended up seducing some sense into you instead. Doing so brought back some damn pleasant memories, don’t you think?”

She swallowed, suddenly feeling like the biggest fool on the planet. “So you only had sex with me because you figured I would have no choice but to break off my engagement?” she asked softly.

He shook his head. “No, I made love to you because I wanted you, and it was obvious you wanted me, as well. That made me realize you couldn’t possibly love Hammond if you desired me. I was right. Your body wants me, so the way I see it, you belong to me.”

She closed her eyes as blood rushed to her head. “Now that I belong to you, Zane, what do you plan to do with me? You just admitted once again that you don’t love me, which means you don’t intend to marry me. So what are you going to do with me, Zane?”

When he didn’t say anything, when he just stood there staring at her with a deep scowl on his face, her anger exploded. “You selfish jerk! You don’t want to give me all the things I want—love, marriage and a family—yet you don’t want any other man to give me those things, either!”

“Damn it, Channing! Hammond is fooling around on you. I didn’t want him to hurt you. You don’t need to marry a man like that.”