Page 42 of My Ex-Best Men (Ex Marks the Spot #4)

***Zane***

I peeled Claire’s dress off her slowly and stepped back to appreciate her standing in front of me in a tiny pair of white lace panties.

Her full breasts fell in perfect teardrops that I planned on decorating in all the colors of the rainbow.

At least the colors that I’d stolen. I slowly ran my knuckle over the tip of one hard nipple and watched her skin pebble with goosebumps.

“And the panties.” I’d taken the blanket off the bed and the white sheets were begging to be ruined. I watched her work her panties down her long legs while I unbuttoned my jeans. “In the middle of the bed, baby.”

She flashed me a sweet smile and crawled up the bed, ass swaying seductively as she did. By the time she was on her back, completely stretched out and open for me, I had a bottle of paint in my hand and one knee on the bed.

“You’re going to make a mess of me, aren’t you?”

I opened the black paint and poured a line of it from her ankle to her knee. “Only physically. The rest of you is safe with me this time, Claire.”

She pointed her toes and wiggled her hips when I smeared the cold paint down her foot and scooped up enough to write my name across her thigh. “Promise me.”

I kissed the bottom of her foot before painting a strip of white over it. “I promise that if I leave this time, I’m coming right back. I promise that I’ll take you with me as often as you’ll let me.”

She gasped when I splattered a handful of hot pink across her upper thighs. “ Zane .”

“Lie still.” I straddled her thighs and used every color I had to paint her chest and stomach.

I ran yellow fingers up her sides and tipped her nipples in purple.

My handprint in a smear of colors across her throat made me unzip my jeans to relieve some of the pressure I was feeling.

I painted her face with red and orange flowers and tasted her mouth before staining it white.

I touched every part of her and had her roll over so I could do the same to her back.

My name down the middle of her back in large letters soothed something primal inside me.

The sheet was a swirl of colors already when Claire stripped me naked and had me lie on my stomach so she could decorate my body.

The feel of her fingertips and the cold paint tracing lines and patterns over my skin was sweet torture. She straddled my hips as she worked and raked her hands over my skull. Her lips touched just as many places as her fingers. Going down my thighs, she hummed her pleasure.

“Over.”

I rolled over and she started the whole process again at my feet. I watched as she dipped her nipples in paint and dragged them over my legs. Up my thighs, she lightly scratched lines through blobs of paint. Then she nearly killed me as she lifted herself over my cock and slowly sank down on it.

Neither of us spoke or moved as she drew lines over my tattoos in pink and red.

She left white handprints over my chest and intertwined our fingers before dancing paint up my arms and across my shoulders.

My throat enticed her to leave more handprints and there was something about her sitting on my dick with her hand around my throat that made my body pulse.

Her eyes burned with desire as she painted my face with her own flowers. She drew a line of black around my mouth and then leaned forward to kiss me. Our mouths and bodies were slick with the paint and we slid against each other while Claire ground her hips into mine.

With the painting done I flipped her over and pinned her arms over her head.

I was already so far gone with need for her that I knew I wouldn’t last long.

I angled my hips so I could grind into her clit with each stroke and locked gazes with her.

She squeezed my hips with her thighs and arched her back.

“ Zane .” She moaned and worked her hips up to meet mine. “ Zane! ”

Her body clenching around mine was too much and I came with her name on my lips. I kissed her hungrily before rolling off of her. We both turned our heads so we could still look at each other and I tried to show her everything I was feeling.

She slowly smiled and reached over to trace the line of my nose. “You’re different.”

My heart lurched. “I am.”

She rolled into my side and curled her leg over me. “You scared me before. I never said anything but there was something wild in you that terrified me because I knew you’d leave to chase it. I held parts of myself back, I think, because of that.”

I raised up on my elbow and cupped the side of her neck. “And now?”

“And now you don’t scare me.”

I rolled over her again and pressed my already hardening cock back home. “Good. No holding back. I want everything, Claire.”