Her breath panted out, and she arched against him. “More.”
He’d give her as much as she could handle.
“Zane!”
He shifted before her, curling over her, and he took one tight nipple into his mouth. She tasted incredible. Better than cherries. Much better. He sucked her, tonguing the nipple, and her sex squeezed his fingers.
Oh, yeah, this was going to be good.
Jana’s nails dug into his shoulders as he enjoyed her ni**les. Sucking, licking, letting her feel the edge of his teeth.
Vampires weren’t the only ones who liked to bite.
There were no tender touches, no soft looks between them. The heat was too intense, and this-this was no sweet, romantic union.
Sex. Need. Lust.
He lifted her high against the wall. She wrapped her silky legs around him, and his c**k pushed against the eager entrance of her sex.
Fuck-condom.
Almost snarling, he jerked back.
“Zane?”
He picked her up in his arms and strode out of the bathroom. The woman didn’t weigh a damn thing. He lowered her onto the bed, admired the view of the pink flesh between her legs, and he yanked open the nightstand drawer.
Come on, Jude. Don’t let me-ah. A box of condoms waited inside the drawer. Zane was back to owing the guy.
He snatched one out, ripped open the package and rolled the condom over his cock. Jana watched him with those wide eyes, her lips full and red.
Want them on me.
Next time, he’d make sure he got her to use that sexy mouth on him.
But for now … His fingers curled around her thighs, and he spread her wider. With one hand, he guided his c**k to her entrance. He stared down at her, saw the need and the driving lust in her eyes.
A match for me.
He thrust into her, a long, hard plunge. Her moan filled his ears, and her legs locked tightly around him. Harder, deeper, he drove into her. Again and again. The mattress dipped beneath them, her nails raked his back, and the hunger spiraled higher, hotter.
His hand eased between their bodies. He found her clit and stroked that tight bud. Her head tipped back, those br**sts begging for his mouth, and he leaned over her and licked her nipple even as he plunged into her.
Deep.
Her sex squeezed him, so f**king tight. In. Out. In.
“Zane …” The whisper of his name. Her sex grew slicker around him as her body tensed. Her climax was close.
He wanted to feel her come. Would feel her.
His thumb pressed against her clit even as he thrust into her once more. She came, a hard ripple of pleasure around him, and her face went blank with pleasure.
Yes. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock.
And his control broke. He shoved into her, as deep as he could go. Again and again. Her scent surrounded him. Her body was crushed beneath his, and her sex-so warm and wet and-he was f**king going out of his mind.
Good.
Hell. Better than good.
His balls tightened. He slammed into her once more. Then he climaxed, shouting her name. Pleasure pounded through him, a release so intense his whole body shuddered. Pretty damn perfect. The heat seared him to the core.
She pretended to sleep. Jana lay in Zane’s arms, her eyes closed, her breath slow and easy, and she forced her body to stay relaxed.
He’d left her only long enough to shed the condom. He’d fed her. Brought her sandwiches from the kitchen. And now he held her.
She didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want to answer all the questions she knew he had.
What was the point of talking? Lies would do them no good.
Her body still ached, a good, delicious ache. Her sex shivered every few moments with little aftershocks of pleasure that hummed through her system.
The demon was good in bed. Not really surprising.
What was surprising … she wanted him again. Now.
It was dangerous to want something-or someone-too much. She knew that. Wanting could make you weak.
She’d wanted the sex. Wanted the blast of pleasure and the rush of release that would let her forget, even for a few moments, the life that was hers.
And she’d wanted him. Not some nameless stranger from a bar. A man who didn’t know how dangerous his lover was. Zane.
Because he knew what lurked inside of her.
But with the passion sated, he’d be back to business again. She wouldn’t tell him the truth. Couldn’t.
Her left arm was thrown out over the pillow. No more handcuffs.
Jana breathed slowly. Zane hadn’t moved in the last five minutes. His breathing was light, steady. Just like mine.
She risked lifting her lashes, just a crack. His eyes were closed. In sleep, his face was just as hard. Just as dangerous. No softening in slumber for him.
She couldn’t let herself forget what he was. Demon. One who’d come hunting for her. Sex wouldn’t change anything for him. When the time came, he’d still turn her over to Night Watch and he wouldn’t look back.
So she wouldn’t look back, either.
Slowly, carefully, she eased away from him and off the bed. He shifted a bit, his hand reaching out to follow her, and she froze.
His fingers curled around her pillow, and the frown that had appeared between his brows eased away. Jana started breathing again.
She scooped up her clothes, hopped over the handcuffs on the floor, and crept for the door. No need to waste time looking for the keys to the motorcycle. She’d hotwire the ride and be out of there in no time.
But at the door, she hesitated and glanced back at Zane. His tan body was surrounded by the stark white sheets. He looked sexy, rumpled.
She swallowed. Staying with him wasn’t an option. She knew that. Sex had been fun-okay a lot more than fun-but it couldn’t ever be more than a good time.
Bad things happened to people when they got too close to her. Most of ‘em couldn’t stand the heat.
Good-bye, Zane. She couldn’t let him turn her in, and he would. Once he’d gotten the info he wanted about Project Perseus, he’d go back to collecting his bounty. And what would she do? Live the rest of her days in a cage?
No.
Jana dressed and then slipped out of the cabin. No more looking back.
Zane waited until he heard the soft click of the door closing, then he let his eyes open. His hand smoothed over the sheets that were still warm from Jana’s body.
She hadn’t waited long to turn tail and run. Hot sex, slambam, then she’d been gone.
He’d expected her to run, but …
I’d hoped I was wrong.
Innocent people didn’t run. He’d learned that lesson a long time ago.
Anger began to churn in his gut. The woman had thought he’d be blinded by the sex. That she’d just be able to slip right past him.