Page 141 of Symphony for Lies

It all happened in an instant.

One second, I was over his shoulder. The next, I was on my mattress, breathless and caged beneath him.

His body hovered above mine, his gaze predatory and so unbearably intense. I couldn’t breathe.

And his lips… God, his lips. They curled into that knowing smirk. The one that made my stomach drop and my pulse quicken. The one that made my body heat up in ways I couldn’t control.

He kissed me.

His lips took mine with a hunger that shattered my senses. Like he was starving for me. Like he had spent every moment we were apart fighting the urge to claim my mouth.

His hands roamed my body, tracing, learning, and memorizing. As if he wanted to own every inch of me.

I was drowning in him, in his scent, in his taste, in the way he pressed against me, his body solid and unrelenting.

But I didn’t push him away.

I pulled him closer.

My fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping light against his scalp as I dragged him deeper into the kiss, into me.

A deep, primal growl rumbled from his chest.

His tongue tangled with mine, coaxing and teasing, as his hands slid down my sides, worshipping my skin.

“Amelia.” My name was a whisper, a plea, a command.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and stormy, pupils blown wide with something unrestrained.

“Do you still want me?”

I stared up at him, my pulse a frantic rhythm.

Zane Cole was hesitant. Because of me.

The realization made something deep inside my chest warm.

I trailed my fingers along the nape of his neck, feeling the tension of barely restrained need in his muscles.

I held his gaze and let him see the answer in my eyes before I spoke.

“Of course, I still want you.”

Chapter 30

Zane's POV

“Of course, I still want you.”

Her sinful, sweet whisper sent a sharp, electric jolt through me. My blood boiled, and the last fragile thread of my self-control snapped in half.

I lowered my forehead against hers, eyes clenched shut, fighting the raging hunger clawing at my insides.

Amelia smelled like roses. Like warmth. Like her. Like something that kept pulling me back, again and again, until I was fucking wrecked with need.

One hundred and twenty-two days, seven damn hours, forty-one minutes, and eighteen endless seconds.

That was how long I had been separated from the love of my life. But she was underneath me again.