“What are you doing, Zane?” I ask. This will get us both killed.
“I know you’ve missed me too,” he replies.
He’s right. I have, everyday. “And?”
“And,” he hoarsely says in my ear, before kissing down to my neck. I instinctively turn my head to give him better access. He takes that and begins kissing and sucking on me. My hands move up to his hair, as his move down, taking my strapless shirt with him. My tits are now exposed, my nipples hard, and I watch while he takes them in. “Fuck.” He takes his time. His mouth touching every inch of my breasts, moving toward my nipples. He bites me and then quickly places a kiss in the same spot. It’s turning me on more than I can remember, that is until his mouth sucks on my nipple. I have no control of the way my body reacts. I tighten my hold on his hair, keeping him there. My hips thrust forward and a loud moan echoes around us. My head falls back, hitting the tree and I don’t give a shit. I hardly feel it while Zane is worshipping my tits.
“Oh Zane,” I moan when he bites my nipple.
I push off his cut and pull at the bottom of his shirt, slipping it over his head. His heated eyes search my face and I simply nod. He unbuttons my jeans and slips them down my legs, along with my panties. I step out of my shoes so he can get it all off of me. I want to be completely exposed to him; no, I need to be. I study his incredibly built upper body. The way his muscles flex with every move, the dark tattoos decorating his arms and chest. I work on getting his jeans down his legs and before they are off, he lifts me and slams his hard cock in me.
“Yes,” I shout.
He begins to move, slowly at first. His dick unhurriedly sliding in and out. It’s too much and not enough. My nails dig into his back and he lets out a groan. His eyes are focused on where we are connected. He’s watching with heat in his eyes. I go between studying his face and watching his amazing body move. His eyes drift up to mine. Once they meet, he picks up his pace. He starts moving faster, slamming into me harder. My body is burning with desire, burning with the need for more. I moan out and he slams my back into the tree. He’s relentless now. He is pounding into me, hard and fast. I give myself to him completely and he knows it. He fucks me like he owns me.
I can’t fight the building I feel in my stomach. I know I’m going to come soon and knowing my body like he does, he knows it too. He reaches down and rubs my clit, sending a shot through me. “Fuck,” I moan.
“You feel so fucking good, Harper. I want to feel you come on me,” he groans out. He continues to pound into me and when he pinches my clit, I know it’s coming. “Look at me,” he demands.
Our eyes lock and I explode around him. “Zane,” I shout.
He doesn’t move his eyes from mine as my body rips in half. My orgasm continues on as he keeps up his pace. I reach down and cup his balls and it sends him over the edge. “Fuck,” he moans.
We hold tightly to each other while we recover. His hands dig into my ass and mine drag up and down his back. He moves his mouth to mine and we share a kiss. A slow, passionate, long kiss. It makes my heart race and my need starts to grow.
“I wanna show you something,” he says, putting me down on my weak legs. We get dressed. He helps me with a grin on his face and I can’t help but return it. When we are fully clothed again, he grabs my hand and walks me around to the other side of the tree. He flicks his lighter and my heart pounds against my chest. It’s the carving he put in this tree, probably ten years ago. Z + H.
“I can’t believe it’s still here,” I say, running my finger against the deep carving.
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses my head. “I told you, babe, some things stand the test of time.”
I turn my head to him and my eyes bounce between his. “What are you doing, Z?”
“I’m trying to enjoy being here with you,” he replies.
My instincts kick in and I push him off of me. I’m starting to feel mixed up and I don’t fucking like it. “You think I’m some soul stripper? That I’m going to fall to my knees because Zane Madden fucked me? Doesn’t work that way with me. You should know that by now. So tell me what the hell this little reunion is about,” I yell.
He runs his hand through his hair and walks away from me. I cross my arms, waiting on him to say something. It takes a few minutes of him pacing before he even looks in my direction. He lights a smoke and steps toward me. “This little reunion was about my fucking emotions getting the best of me. I can’t stay away from you, Harp. But, I sure as hell can’t be with you. I’m twisted up, don’t you get that? Don’t you fucking understand?” he shouts.
I blink back tears at the understanding. “I get it, Zane. You think I don’t wish things could be different? That we could be together and it wouldn’t start a fucking war? I’ve wished it more times than I can count. But, this,” I say waving my hands around. “It doesn’t do anything but hurt us both more.”
He once again turns away from
