He spun her around and wrapped her up in his arms, drawing her flat against his chest and kissing her deeply. His tongue wasn’t playing—he was determined, consumed by a drive she could not see, but could certainly feel. “You were all I could think about last night. And this morning. And all day at work.”
“Really?” she asked, grinning to herself in the dark.
“Yes, really.”
“What were you thinking?” She’d shared her fantasy with him...if he’d taken the time to think up one about her, she wanted to hear it. Every last word.
“About you and the sarong.” He dug his fingers into her hair, gently tugging at her nape to encourage her to drop her head to one side.
“I’m listening. What else?”
His mouth, hot and wet, skated down the length of her neck, settling in the slope where it met her shoulder. One hand went to the zipper on her dress, slowly drawing it down while the other grabbed her backside. “I’m not as good at this as you are.”
“Something tells me you could be great at this if you just applied yourself.” She untucked his shirt and threaded her hands underneath it, exploring the landscape of his muscled back. “Don’t think too much about it. Just tell me what happens with me and you and the sarong.” To encourage him, she placed one hand flat on his crotch and rubbed his erection through his dress pants.
A raspy groan escaped his throat. “I untie it. I take it off.”
She unhooked his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped them. Slipping her hand down the front of his boxer briefs, she caressed his solid length with her fingers. “Good. What else?”
“In my fantasy, you’re already naked. No bathing suit.” With a pop, he undid the clasp of her bra, then pulled the dress and the rest of the ensemble forward, leaving her chest bare to him. “I love your breasts. They’re so perfect. Silky and velvety. I love the way they fit in my hands. So I do this.” He lowered his head, cupped both breasts with his hands and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Teasing. Flicking. Then sucking.
Allison’s eyes fluttered shut as white flames of lust seemed to envelop her thighs. She was so hot for him already. Having him tell her what he liked about her body was only heightening the experience. “That feels so good, Zane. You have no idea.”
He dropped to his knees, pulling her dress down to the floor. She kicked her heels off, and he sat back on his haunches, gazing up at her like she was a goddess. “You didn’t have these panties on in my fantasy, but I like them. They’re sexy.” He hooked his finger under the waistband of her lacy black undies, traveling from one hip to the other, just gently grazing her most delicate area at the center. “But they need to go.” He tugged them past her hips, leaving her to step out of them. Then he stood back up. “In my fantasy, you’re so wet for me.”
Allison thought she might melt into a puddle. She also knew she couldn’t take so little nakedness from him. Her fingers flew through the buttons of his shirt as he reached down between her legs, separating her delicate folds with his fingers.
“Yes. Exactly like this.” He rubbed her apex firmly in a circle, kissing her neck again, using his tongue to drive her wild. With every rotation of his hand, he was sending her toward her peak. Pushing her closer to the edge.
“I want you. There’s no hiding it.” It took every ounce of strength she had to push his pants to the floor, but she had to have him in her hand. She needed to even the score between them. She stroked firmly, from base to tip, and kissed his chest. “What comes next?”
“Then I make love to you in several gravity-defying positions.” He laughed against his lips. “I turned myself into quite the performer in this fantasy.”
She smiled, but she wanted to explore this idea. She wanted to know his steamiest thoughts and act on them. “Show me.”
“Really?” He ran his tongue along his lower lip, showing her his trepidation.
“Yes.” She nodded and looked him right in the eye, wanting him to know how serious she was.
“Okay, then.” He took her hand and led her over to the bedside table, where he opened a drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. He handed her the foil packet. “In my fantasy, you put it on for me.”
“Accuracy is very important in a fantasy.” She took her time, tearing it open, then carefully rolling it on, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Zane as she did it.
“Up against the wall.” She stepped to the side of the table, where there was an expanse of open space. She placed her back to the wall, and he reached down for one of her legs and hitched it over his hip.
Allison wrapped her calf around him and watched as he took his erection in his hand and positioned himself at her entrance. He drove about halfway inside, taking her breath away, then pulled her other leg up around him. Her body weight rested against the wall, but his hands cradled her backside. This angle was incredibly gratifying from the start—it let her sink deep down onto him, centering the pressure in the ideal spot. She rocked her hips forward and back, her entire body buzzing with pleasure. She was close. So close.
“Was it like this?” She dug her fingers into his hair and kissed him, relishing the tension in his body right now—the flex of his biceps and forearms as he held her up and the tautness of his abs with every stroke.
“This is better,” he said. “You’re better in real life. The stuff that’s in my head doesn’t come
