I had a feeling we weren’t leaving this bed any time soon

Emma’s POV

So much for promising myself I would stay away from him. That lasted all of five seconds. The truth was, I never stood a chance. Everything about Zane unraveled me, his touch, his kiss, the way he looked at me like he already knew what I was going to feel before I even felt it. No one else ever came close. And yes, it made me a horrible best friend, but right now guilt was the last thing on my mind. The only thing I could think about was the heat of his mouth against my neck as he pressed me against his front door.

We had barely stepped inside his apartment when he started in, and I was already beyond ready for him, especially after what he had done to me in his car.

“Mmm, I have missed you, baby,” he murmured against my skin.

“I missed you too,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair.

Our lips met again, hungry and desperate. His hands went straight to my dress, slipping it off with practiced ease until I was standing there in nothing but my underwear. I tugged at his jeans, shoving them down, not wanting even a second of distance between us. I pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, his boxers quickly joining the pile.

Zane caught my wrists and pinned them above my head against the wall, his lips trailing over every inch of my skin, leaving me breathless. My body was already trembling, my chest rising and falling too fast, heat pooling low in my stomach.

“You are too damn sexy for your own good,” he growled before biting at my neck.

I was completely undone, stripped of any control. His mouth burned against me, his hand sliding behind me to unclasp my bra while the other tore at my panties until they gave way in his grip.

“Please, Zane,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Just take me already.”

“You want me right here against the door, baby?” His voice was low and rough, vibrating against my skin.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Right here. Right now.”

He smirked, his hands running down my body before gripping me firmly and lifting me off the ground. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he braced one hand behind my back, the other holding me steady. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside me, making me cry out his name.

The sound of his panting filled the air as he pushed deeper, groaning with every movement. He drove into me with relentless force, each thrust harder than the last, and I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his skin as pleasure rolled through me. Our lips crashed together in a heated kiss, messy and unrestrained, as I raked my nails down his back, needing to leave my mark on him.

It built too quickly. Every push dragged me higher until I shattered, my orgasm tearing through me so hard I could barely hold myself up. My whole body shook against him, my voice breaking into a scream of his name.

For a moment, everything stilled, just the two of us pressed against the wall, tangled in heat and desperation.

“Think you can handle another one?” he teased with that smug grin.

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely steady.

The truth was, I could let him take me again and again until my body gave out. That was how good he was at making me feel.

Zane lowered me back onto my feet and slipped out of me, and just when I was about to protest, he spun me around, pressing my chest toward the wall. My palms flattened against it as he nudged my legs apart, pulling my hips back into him. A sharp gasp escaped my lips when he pushed into me from behind, filling me again while I was still sensitive and aching for him.

His grip on my hips tightened as he drove forward, each thrust rougher, each movement pulling me further under. My hair tangled in his fist as he tugged my head back, his breath hot against my ear. I could hear him groaning, feel his body straining, the way he was twitching inside me, he was close, and so was I.

I pressed back against him, tightening around him with everything I had. “Come with me, Zane,” I moaned.

“Yes, Emma,” he groaned, his voice ragged. “I am going to. No one makes me lose it like you do.”

That was all it took. He let go completely, pounding harder, deeper, until the pleasure built too high for either of us to hold back. My body shattered around him, my cries filling the room as his release tore through him at the same time. Our bodies shook together, clinging to that wild high until we had nothing left.

I tried to catch my breath, still trembling, and whispered, “Even if I wanted to, I could never stop this.”

His chest was heaving against my back as he leaned into me. “You cannot tell me you want to end this, Emma.”

He pulled out slowly and turned me to face him, that infuriating smirk still plastered across his lips.

“That was my plan, baby,” he winked.

I laughed, shaking my head at him. He kissed me quickly, then stepped away while I leaned against the wall, my body still buzzing and weak. For a moment I just watched him, confused as he walked off without saying anything.

“Emma, come in here. I got you something,” he called from the bedroom.

Something? My brows knit together. Why would he get me anything? Up until today, he thought I was done with him. Maybe he had known all along that I would not be able to stay away.

I slipped into his tee and padded toward his bedroom. “You got me something?” I asked, still a little breathless.

“Yes,” he said, handing me a neatly wrapped box.

I raised an eyebrow, curious, and he motioned for me to open it. Inside was lingerie, black, delicate, barely-there lingerie. My lips parted in surprise. I loved lingerie, but I never expected him to buy me something so daring.

“I was hoping you would wear that for me on my birthday,” he said, smirking as he stepped closer.

“Oh really?” I replied with a smirk of my own.

“Yes. I know how much you love lingerie, and I love seeing you in it. I was thinking you and I could sneak away for the night, and you could wear that for me.”

The idea made my stomach flip. Lingerie always gave me a rush of confidence, but with him, it was different. The way his eyes burned when he saw me in it made me feel like the most irresistible woman in the world.

"Well, since it’s for your birthday," I teased, pretending to pout.

"I’ll take that as a yes?" he asked, his voice already laced with excitement.

"Yes," I admitted softly, though the smile tugging at my lips gave away how much I wanted this too.

Before I could say another word, he pulled me into him, his mouth crushing against mine with a hunger that left me breathless. The kiss was rough, almost desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment all day.

In seconds, I was beneath him, the mattress sinking under our weight as he pressed me down, taking full control. My heart raced, a mix of nerves and anticipation, but I couldn’t deny how much I wanted him. The world outside that room didn’t matter anymore.

I had a feeling we weren’t leaving this bed any time soon, and honestly, I wasn’t about to complain.