Page 139 of Protecting Peyton

His hand glided up inside my shirt to cup my breast. “I missed you too.” Thankfully, he let me rinse and spit before he carried me off to bed.

I didn’t complain. Now that I was in his arms, the tension of the day didn’t matter anymore.

He set me down on the bed and reclined next to me, both of us still clothed.

“I have a good feeling about tomorrow,” I told him.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed. “The interrogations yielded something interesting. The three guys we nabbed today didn’t know each other. Each of them met with him along a short stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard. It’s an area with a lot of surveillance cameras.”

It felt so perfect to be lying here with him. The closeness I felt worked to push away all worries I’d had since leaving Boston. For a minute we lay there, looking into each other’s eyes.

I could see him as the kind of knight in shining armor Constance mentioned. He’d claimed me, and I didn’t need to worry about being just a job. “Lucas said to get some rest for tomorrow, so we can just sleep,” I offered, hugging him close.

In a second, he was on top of me, his face an inch from mine. “Maybe when I’m ninety I’ll take you up on that, but not today.”

I pulled his head down to meet mine and kissed him with all the intensity I could muster. A few minutes later, we were both naked, and his far-too-clever mouth was between my legs giving me stubble burn.

I moaned as his tongue traced the length of me and circled my clit. As he continued, I gripped his hair. “God, Zane.” Every swipe of his tongue, every suck, was like he’d known my body forever and knew exactly how to break me. “You’re too good at this.”

He pulled away and bit my thigh lightly. “Does that mean you want me to stop?”

“No.”Hell nowas what I meant. His chuckle as his mouth found my sex again sent a shudder through me.

I clamped my legs around his head.

He added two fingers inside me, and his mouth remained relentless. When he sucked my clit again, I couldn’t hold it off any longer. “Zane, God yes.”

Panting rapidly, my climax shattered me, rocking my world and starting my legs shaking again.

He rested his chin on my mound and smiled as I slowly came down toearth. Then, Zane went up on his elbows, his smile as wide as I’d ever seen it. His mouth glistened with my juices. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are.”

Constance was right. I had hit the jackpot.

He moved up my body and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on me. A week ago it would have grossed me out, but today it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, as odd as that sounded.

Zane got up, went to the nightstand, and pulled out a condom, lobbing it at me. Yes, he’d definitely enjoyed having me roll it down his length.

I grabbed the condom reluctantly. “I have an idea.”

He joined me on the bed, kneeling beside me with his big cock bobbing.

“How do you do that?” I asked.

“What, this?” Without touching himself, he made his cock bob once, twice.

“Yes, that.”

“Call me talented.”

I sat up and grabbed his mischievous cock with both hands. “Well, Mr. Talented…” I stroked him. “I’ll have you know…I have an implant…and I’m clean… I’ve tested, I mean I tested clean.” I was so nervous I couldn’t get the words out. This would be a first for me.

He grabbed my wrist, and his face turned serious. “I’m clean too, but before I can take you bare, you have to say the words.”

“I thought we could skip the condom. If you trust me, I mean.” It was a gift I wanted to give him. “If you want to.”

He rolled me onto my back and moved between my legs.

This was it.