Where the hell did this wild side come from?

Zane’s POV

I was already on my way to Emma’s place, knowing exactly why she wanted me there. Part of it was because she needed me, and the other part was to keep me out of Maddie’s way while she was out with her date. Not that I cared, I had planned to see Emma tonight anyway. On the way, I picked up a bottle of wine, figuring she might want it.

When I knocked, she opened the door almost instantly.

“Did you miss me, beautiful?” I asked with a grin.

“Not really,” she said, laughing.

“Liar,” I teased, shaking my head.

She stepped aside, letting me in. I shut the door, turned, and drew her against me. Her breath caught the same way it had last night when our bodies touched.

“Why are you wearing so many layers?” I asked, tugging at the tie of her robe.

“I was cold,” she said with a little shrug.

“I can take care of that,” I murmured, reaching for it again.

She swatted my hand away and shook her head.

Seriously? She was the one who had called me here. I raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“What? Can we at least have some wine first?” she said, rolling her eyes. She snatched the bottle and walked off toward the kitchen.

Fine. One glass. I followed her and stopped at the doorway, just in time to watch her stretch for glasses. Her robe lifted slightly, giving me the perfect view. From what I could tell, she was not wearing much at all underneath. So much for being cold.

I stepped up behind her. When she dropped back onto her feet, her hips brushed mine.

She gasped and turned with a look. “You could at least say something first.”

“Thought you said you were cold,” I said, my hands finding her waist.

“I am,” she smirked, that playful spark lighting up her eyes.

“Then why does it look like you have nothing on under there?” I teased.

“Wouldn’t you love to know?” she shot back. “Wine first… then maybe I will let you find out.”

That had my full attention. Confidence suited her. I liked when she got carried away around me, but this side of her, this playful control, was turning me on even more.

I reached for the tie again, testing her.

“No. Do that again and this robe stays on all night,” she warned.

“You are cruel,” I said with a pout.

“I know,” she grinned, swatting my hand away again before heading to the living room.

I chuckled under my breath and followed. She was already on the sofa with two glasses, one stretched toward me.

I dropped beside her and downed mine in a single gulp. Emma narrowed her eyes, seeing straight through me.

“You said one glass. I had one glass,” I reminded her with a grin.

“Yes, but I have not even finished mine,” she teased, sipping slowly, deliberately.

She was playing games. And she was winning. Patience was not something I had in me. She leaned back, crossing her legs. The robe shifted higher, revealing smooth skin that begged for my touch.

I placed my hand on her thigh, letting my fingers slide beneath the robe. She stiffened slightly, but her body betrayed her with the way she drew in a breath. I bent closer and pressed my lips to her neck, trailing kisses along her skin. She moaned softly, tilting her head back, giving me more.

My hand drifted higher, rubbing between her thighs. I felt lace under my fingertips.

“You are worse than a desperate girl in heat,” she giggled.

I pulled back, meeting her eyes.

“Did you really just call me that?” I asked, raising a brow.

“You know what I meant,” she said with an eye roll.

“Anyway… is that lace I feel?” My fingers already knew the answer.

“Maybe. If you had been patient, you would have gotten the surprise. I was planning on giving you a whole show,” she said, smug.

“I would still watch every second, baby,” I winked.

“Nope. Too late. You ruined it,” she teased with a shrug.

“Stop being cruel,” I pouted, before adding with a low growl, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“And how exactly are you planning to do that?” she asked, turning fully toward me.

“Take off the robe and I’ll show you,” I said, my voice deeper than I intended.

Emma stood in front of me, her smirk daring me to push further.

“You had better make it worth my while… or I might just ban you from touching me tonight,” she teased.

I leaned forward, the way she was talking making the ache in my jeans even harder to ignore.

“Trust me, Emma. You remember what I can do with my tongue,” I said, licking my lips slowly.

She shivered, her body remembering even if her words pretended otherwise. Her fingers went to the tie at her waist, loosening it with a slow tease. The robe slid off her shoulders and dropped to the floor.

What I saw nearly wrecked my control. A red and black lace babydoll clung to her curves like it was painted on, open at the stomach, sheer over her cleavage, showing off every inch of her body.

“Oh, damn,” I groaned, staring at her like she was the only woman on earth. My mouth parted, my chest tight, and my jeans strained painfully against me.

“That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I said, gripping her hips and pulling her between my legs.

“I thought you might like it,” she purred.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, leaning close.

I nodded, already running my hands along her curves, squeezing the perfect shape of her ass. Her chest brushed my face, and I was not complaining.

“I have a closet full of these,” she whispered against my ear. “Maybe one night, I’ll give you your own Victoria’s Secret runway show.” Her teeth grazed my skin, and I swore I nearly lost it.

Where the hell did this wild side come from?

I pulled her down onto my lap, groaning, “Baby, is that a promise?”

“We will see, won’t we, sexy?” she breathed, her lips brushing mine without quite kissing.

“Now… did you not say you were going to make it up to me for being impatient?”

“Oh, I am going to,” I growled, pushing her back onto the sofa in one motion.

“You are mine for the rest of the night,” I told her, hovering above her, my body already claiming her.

She had no idea what I was about to do. But by the end of tonight, she would be screaming my name again and again.