“You sum me up so perfectly.” He grinned and pushed me over. “If I’m going to lie on your bed with you I need a bit more space.”
“No fair. You made my head hurt.” I groan.
“Let me make it better.” He kissed my forehead and brought me close to him. “How does that feel?”
“Hmm.” I closed my eyes and pushed my head against his chest. “So nice and cool.” I felt his arms around me and I snuggled into him. “You are so warm and yummy.”
“Oh Lucky.” He sighed.
“Yes, Zane.” I purred against him.
“You’re going to be the undoing of me,” He whispered and held me tightly.
“I’m the best server you’ve ever had.”
“Yes, you are.” He laughed and I felt his hands rubbing my back as I drifted to sleep.
Chapter 7
My head was killing me when I woke up. I tried to stretch, but my arms hit a solid wall. I opened my eyes slowly and yawned widely as I was still feeling tired.
“Oh,” I exclaimed, as I awoke to Zane’s gaze. He was staring directly into my eyes and he had a bemused expression on his face. “What are you doing here?”
“I think your first words should be thank you,” He said, with a deadpan expression.
“Thank you?” I frowned, trying to remember what had happened the night before. And then it all came crashing down. “Thank you? Are you joking? You frigging embarrassed me last night. Poor Braydon. What must he be thinking right now?”
“I hope he’s thinking that he better not bother you any more,” Zane growled.
“What?” I squinted at him. “He better not be thinking that. I hope he doesn’t think that we’re hooking up.” I groaned. “Man, you may have just ruined everything.”
“Ruined what?” He made a weird expression. “You don’t seriously think you’re going to marry him? I thought that was the alcohol speaking.”
“I never said I was going to marry him.” I sighed. “I just said that, perhaps he could be my last boyfriend.”
“You confuse me, Lucky.” He sighed. I studied his face and wondered how it was that he could look so handsome first thing in the morning.
“I confuse you? Is that a joke?”
“I don’t understand you.” He frowned and ran his hands through his hair.
“What’s to understand?”
“Everything.” He turned away from me and looked at my walls. “I like your room. You have nice style.”
“You mean, for a poor person?” I laughed, thinking about his lavishly furnished house.
“No, for any type of person.” He pointed at some posters on my wall. “I love Monet.”
“Me too.” I smiled. “I thought about studying Art History for a while.”
“But you decided on British history?”
“British history?”
“You know so much about King Henry VIII.”
“Oh yes. I forgot about that conversation. I changed my focus from the reformation to the Civil Rights Era.”
“Oh yeah. My civil rights expert.” He grinned. “You’re one smart cookie.”
“Not really, but I guess I am compared to the other girls you date.” Oh no, why had I said date. We weren’t dating. We weren’t even friends. He was my boss now. And he was in my bed. I wanted to groan out loud. What was going on here?
“Well you know. I have to change it up.” I felt his arms around my waist and he pulled me towards him. “Let’s see if you’re a better kisser as well.”
“Wait, what?” My eyes widened as I felt his hands on my ass. “Uhm, what’s going on here?”
“I am going to see if you are better than my other girls in every way.”
“Zane.” I spoke his name quietly, my lips were mere inches away from his, and I was aching to feel them on mine.
“Yes, Lucky.”
“Why were you waiting there for me last night?” I frowned. “It’s kind of creepy, you know. Waiting outside my house.”
“Are you saying you think I’m a creep?”
“No.” I paused. “Well, you know.” I stared into his eyes, looking for some answers. I didn’t understand Zane Beaumont and I really needed to. My heart was thumping and my skin was tingling. My stomach was jumping at being so close to him and all I wanted was to make love to him. Maybe it was because I was still slightly hung over. Or maybe it was because we were both lying down in my bed. All I knew was that I wanted to have sex with Zane Beaumont. It was almost inevitable. I had felt this way from the first moment I had met him. When I was with him, I forgot about my rules. About the plan to wait for that one special guy. I just needed to be with him. To feel him. I wanted him. It was as simple as that. I was willing to deal with the heartache. What was one last heartache? I’d been through it before. I survived.
“Kiss me,” I whispered. I didn’t want to think any more. All I wanted was to feel his lips against mine. I wanted to feel his hands on my skin.
Zane grinned and leaned towards me. I felt his lips press against mine, hard and rough. His hands went behind my head and he brought me closer to him. I felt his tongue creep into my mouth, and I kissed him back hard. He tasted too sweet for the morning. I was enveloped in his taste and our tongues tangled together passionately. I gasped in his mouth as I felt his hand on my ass pushing me into him. Our bodies were pressed together and I felt his manhood against me, aroused and shifting. I moved my body so I could feel him better and he chuckled, rolling me over onto my back, so that he was on top of me. His lips never left mine and he shifted himself in between my legs, his erection struggling against the confines of his pants. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his body down, closer to mine. His chest crushed into mine and my br**sts delighted at the close contact. I wanted to feel his naked skin against mine and pulled up his t-shirt, trying to pull it off.
Zane pulled away from me slightly and kissed down my chin to my neck. I felt his right hand creep up to caress my breast and I moaned as he squeezed it. All of my nerves were standing on edge and I wanted to feel his hands on my naked skin. I wriggled below him and finally got his shirt off. I ran my hands over his back, delighted by the feel of his skin. He was warm to the touch and he groaned as I rolled him onto his back and sat on him. I looked down at him panting and bent down to kiss his chest, running my hands across his ni**les as I kissed down his happy trail.