Page 39 of The Silent Note

ZANE

When I imagined my honeymoon with Grey, I thought there’d be candles. Roses, maybe. A sultry song playing to lighten the mood.

I knew she’d be sitting on the edge of the bed, stiff as a freaking board, trying to convince herself she’s not going to enjoy this when we both know she will.

I’d keep my clothes on and sit next to her.

She’d reach for my shirt, insisting we ‘get to business’.

I’d tease her about wanting to see my abs and she’d roll her eyes, denying everything—even though every time we kiss, she cops a feel under my shirt.

I’d start by kissing her neck.

She’d try to rush me and kiss my lips, because she can be annoying, even if she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

I’d pin her wrists above her head and keep going on her neck.

I’d kiss her ear. Her jaw.

I’d climb on top of her, rubbing my body on hers, clothes on, no mouth-to-mouth.

Just letting the tension build.

Just letting her soft body feel my hard one.

I’d take my time, grinding on her, raking my mouth over everything but her lips.

Then I’d take her clothes off, one by one and kiss every inch of delectable skin offered to me. I’d push her legs apart and kiss up her inner thigh, going further and further until she made that sound that she did in the classroom during the dance. The one that made me groan, made my tongue move faster.

She’d dig her fingers into my hair.

I’d order her to keep them on the bed.

She’d obey me, after giving me the stink eye.

And then she’d melt into my hands and beg me.

Still, I wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

But I’d kiss her on the mouth right then.

Kiss her so she’d taste herself in the back of her throat.

Kiss her so she couldn’t breathe.

After that, I’d do it all over again with my fingers this time, tracing up and down her neck, down between her legs.

I’d tease her until all that would spill from her exhausted lips was ‘please, please, please.’

And I still wouldn’t.

Not until she finally admitted that she loves me.

Not until I heard those words spill from her sinfully plump lips.

Then and only then, would I drag her on top of me and fill her to the brim until she screamed bloody murder.

It would be… perfect.