“Whenever you are,” Gabe answered agreeably. “We couldn’t watch the game anymore. We were getting an ass whooping.”
“I have to go anyway. I need to check on a couple of the horses,” Chloe reminded her spouse.
Ellie watched her best friend talk to her husband. The two of them so obviously belonged together. She could see the unspoken understanding between the two of them, the love that seemed to radiate from both of their souls.
They all said their good-byes as Gabe and Chloe departed, leaving the house quiet again.
“Thank God,” Zane pronounced as he closed and locked the door. “It seems like we haven’t had a minute alone since I got back from the hospital.”
They had received a lot of visitors, mostly his concerned family. “You’re supposed to be recovering.”
Zane still had stitches and staples in his head, but he was healing quickly, most of the bruises on his face already gone.
“I am recovered,” he argued, heading back toward the family room.
Ellie followed him. “No, you’re not. Sit down and I’ll make you something for dinner.”
“I’d rather have you,” Zane rasped, catching her before she could go back to the kitchen. “I need you, Ellie. I need you so damn much that I can’t wait any longer. I want to tell you I love you while I’m deep inside you.”
Ellie fell into his pleading gaze, her body aching for his possession. She’d wanted the same thing, but hadn’t wanted to delay his recovery. “I don’t just love the sex, Zane. I. Love. You.”
“I don’t just want the sex either. I want you, Ellie.”
His expression was pleading, and she wasn’t certain she could deny him. Taking his hand, she led him toward the couch. Flipping the button on his jeans, she made short work of his clothing, finally pushing him down on the sofa completely, spectacularly naked.
She tried not to get distracted by his perfectly sculpted body, determined not to let him impede his recovery. But it wasn’t easy when a man looked as hot as Zane Colter, and he was sitting within touching distance without a stitch of clothing on his muscular, perfect body.
Strangely, the fact that he was fantastically hot didn’t intimidate her at all. Maybe it was because she knew that even if he wasn’t so irresistibly gorgeous, she’d still want him just as much as she did right now.
“You behave. I’m doing all the work,” she told him sternly.
His hungry eyes watched her, his cock fully erect as he blatantly stared at her as she divested herself of her clothing one piece at a time.
Ellie still couldn’t believe that Zane looked at her like she was one of the highest paid models in the world, attractive to him in every way. He never seemed to see any of her body flaws, or that she was only passably attractive. When he looked at her, Zane saw her through the eyes of a man who was in love with her. That was a miracle to her, and her eyes grew moist with tears because he loved her exactly as she was: something she’d always hoped for, but never thought to find.
“You’re killing me,” Zane groaned, watching as she shimmied out of the last item of her clothing: her skimpy thong panties.
She moved toward him, her fingers itching to touch him, to reassure herself that even though he had some lingering injuries, he was going to be okay.
Dropping to the floor, she knelt between his thighs. Placing her palms on his shoulders, she slowly let them slide down his muscular chest and ripped abs, savoring the warmth and hardness of his body. Finally, she grasped his rigid cock, stroking the soft, silken feel of him. So hard, but so incredibly smooth at the same time.
“Ellie, I’m not going to last long if you don’t stop,” Zane cautioned her in a raspy voice.
“I don’t care,” she answered in a sultry tone. “This isn’t about endurance. This is all about how much I love you, how I know I could have lost you. This is all about us.”
She lowered her head and flicked the drop of moisture from the head of his cock, stopping to enjoy his essence before she slowly lowered her mouth down on him. Her pussy flooded with moisture as she heard his erotic groan, her body already aroused just from touching Zane, knowing he was experiencing so much pleasure from her touch.
He speared his hands into her hair, stroking the curls and guiding her while she sucked his cock in and out of her mouth, taking as much as she could manage each time.
His breathing became harsh and uneven, his groans more abandoned. Ellie savored every carnal sound as he started to guide her to a faster pace.
Finally, he pulled her mouth away from him, grasping her gently by her hair. “Fuck, no! I’m not coming in your mouth right now. It’s not what either one of us needs.” He grabbed her hands and pulled. “Ride me, Ellie. I need to feel your body against mine. I need to feel you come around my cock. I’ve wanted it for days.”
She wanted that, too, but… “I don’t want to hurt you.” Cautiously, she straddled his lap.
God, he felt good. He smelled good.
“If you don’t fuck me, you’re going to kill me,” he said, his voice graveled with frustration. “Kiss me,” he insisted bossily.
She let her arms rest on his shoulders and her hands land on the back of the sofa as she leaned down gently and gave him a tender kiss on the lips before she looked into his tumultuous eyes and told him in little more than a whisper, “I love you, Zane Colter. No more second-guessing how I feel. I never want to have any regrets when it comes to you. If something had happened and I’d never told you, I couldn’t have lived with myself.”