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“Perfect,” he muttered, his voice husky and rough and sexy as hell.

Her nipples tightened as the cool air of the room touched them. He weighed her breasts in his hands and dipped his head. His lips pulled a nipple into his mouth, lightly nipping and sucking at the sensitive nub until she moaned in response. His hand kneaded her other breast, his rough palms tantalizing the other nipple, causing her to squirm. He swapped breasts, and the sensations were swirling within her body, making her forget to be self-conscious.

“Zane,” she moaned, her hands burying in his hair and holding his head in place.

But he wasn’t to be limited to her upper body. His lips started at the valley between her breasts and moved down to her stomach. His tongue dipped into her belly button, and she squeezed her thighs together at the tingling of pleasure pooling at her core. He shoved her leggings and underwear down her legs in one swift motion, and he dropped to his knees, his mouth hovering at the juncture between her legs. Her breath was coming in short rasps, her skin on fire from his touch. But when he reached a finger to lightly circle her clit, she thought she would burst into flames.

“Zane!”

He tilted his gaze up at her, the infuriating smile returning to his face. “We have to be quiet, baby. Remember?”

She narrowed her eyes, not liking how much he enjoyed being in control. It was time to turn the tables.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she captured his lips and tasted him with her tongue. The fiery kiss stirred the desire for more, so she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pulled him closer until his chest pressed against her breasts, the light sprinkling of hair causing a tantalizing friction which drove her out of her mind. Suddenly she needed to be closer to him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he cradled her against his lap, rocking her so his shaft could tease her clit with slow strokes. She devoured his mouth, and he met her fervor with an intensity all his own.

She broke away, her lungs sucking in oxygen. “Please tell me you have a condom because I need you inside of me now. I can’t wait anymore. It’s been too long for me to take this slow.”

“In my jeans pocket. Do you want to move this to the bed?”

She shook her head. “It’ll take too long.”

He set her from his lap so he could reach over to grab a condom from his wallet. She took it from him and ripped open the package. She rolled the latex over his erection and pulled him on top of her. They shared another heated kiss, and he lined his cock up with her entrance. When they pulled away, she caught his gaze.

“I want you now. And I want it hard and fast. Understand?”

“Hell, yeah.” With a thrust of his hips, his cock entered her to the hilt, and he paused to give them both time to enjoy the sensation. But then she wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to move. So he did, slow and smooth at first, and then faster, pounding into her until the ecstasy sent them soaring. Her orgasm slammed through her first, robbing her of all coherent thought. When she started to scream his name, he kissed her to swallow her cry. Then he reached his own release, and they rode out the climax together.

Floating down from their high, Zane dropped down to lie beside her on the floor. They stared up at the ceiling, the only sound was their harried breaths as they fought for control. Bridget’s heart pounded, but her limbs felt like spaghetti. She was aware of how uncomfortable the bedroom floor was to lie on, but she didn’t think she could move even if the house was on fire.

“I think you killed me.”

She barked a laugh then clamped her hand over her mouth and listened to see if the noise was enough to wake the house. Everything was quiet, thank goodness. She wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to face Maggie knowing she’d screwed her son’s brains out under the woman’s roof while her kids slept in rooms across the hall. But she couldn’t feel guilty about it. Not when sex with Zane felt so good.

“So, um,” she began, turning her head to stare at his profile. “So I lied when I said we would do this once. We are definitely doing this again.”

His cocky grin returned, but this time she returned the smile.

“Hell, yeah,” Zane drawled. “We are doing it again. And again. And again.”

Chapter Twenty

Bridget sighed as the water fell in rivulets down her body. The steam and heat soothed the kinks out of her muscles and restored her alertness. She stood under the shower’s spray for several minutes, indulging in the decadent feel of the water. Her head rested against the shower wall, her eyes closed. She allowed her mind to wander, and a smile turned her lips up.

Her sleep had been sporadic, but she didn’t care. A night of hot, steamy sex was what she needed. Zane definitely knew what he was doing. He made her body sing, but she gave as good as she received. They would nap after each time, and then one or the other would initiate another round. He was insatiable, and she had to admit she didn’t mind. She almost regretted holding him to one night.

She forced him to leave her room around five in the morning before anyone else in the house stirred. She managed a few more hours of sleep, but then the smell of pancakes and coffee lured her from the warmth of her bed. She’d been surprised to find Zane gone, leaving her to eat with Maggie and the kids alone. Though she kept up appearances, never acting as if anything was different about her, she felt like Maggie sensed a change. Or maybe she felt the change was strong enough there was no way Maggie wouldn’t notice.

Bridget felt lighter, powerful. She felt ready to tackle anything thrown her way. She hated to attribute her freedom to a night of sex with Zane because she didn’t want to be a woman who needed a man to be fulfilled.

But she had needed Zane. She needed his fire, his attentiveness, his combination of gentle and firm which curled her toes and had her body exploding. She’d never had a lover like him. He knew when to tease and when to be serious. He knew when to go slow and when to speed up. He knew what she needed before she realized it herself.

Sighing, she pushed herself to wash her hair and body. She had to be at work soon. It had taken some convincing, but Zane agreed to bring her home to shower and get ready for work. They were alone in the house. Maggie had offered for Mathias and Marlowe to stay another night, and she’d been surprised when the kids agreed. They had taken to Maggie, acting much like they did with her parents. She was certainly a better alternative than the kids staying at home alone, even if a bodyguard kept vigil outside.

Once she dried off, she couldn’t resist donning a matching bra and panty set of brilliant red lace. The cut of both flattered her figure. She usually went with more comfortable underwear for work, but something about wearing the sexy lingerie under her scrubs made her feel decadent. She refused to believe her choice was because she hoped Zane broke the one rule she set for their night of passion and seduced her into more sex after her shift.

She dried her hair and brushed the top strands back from her face, twisting them into a messy bun and securing it with a hair tie. She kept her makeup light but applied enough eyeliner and mascara to emphasize her deep brown eyes. Once she slipped into black scrubs and her comfortable shoes, she went to the living room to search out her sexy bodyguard.

Bridget stopped short when she saw Zane sitting at the end of her couch, the TV remote resting on his knee. His body was slumped low against the cushions, his head tilted back, his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath. The planes of his handsome face were relaxed, his dark lashes brushing against the top of his cheeks.