Your skin tastes so good

Emma’s POV

A soft moan slipped out as he kissed me, his rough hands moving under my shirt and sliding down my back. My whole body reacted; I had wanted this for so long. Maybe too long. But was this even right?

His lips were fire. His hands moved lower, gripping my waist and pulling me against the hard bulge in his jeans. Then I pulled back, breathing fast.

“This is wrong,” I said.

“Is it? I’m giving you exactly what you want,” he said with a teasing smile.

“I do not want to be just another one of your girls, Zane.”

“Why not? We’d have fun. You want me, I can feel it,” he said, brushing his lips against my neck, making me lightheaded.

“But what I feel… it is not the same for you, and we both know that.”

“Wanting is wanting, Emma.”

“No. I do not want to be used,” I said, stepping off his lap and putting space between us.

I had imagined this moment too many times. But if I had him once, just once, it would wreck me. I could not wake up tomorrow and pretend nothing happened.

I ran a hand through my hair and tried to breathe. He stared, confused, then stood up and came toward me.

“What is going on, Emma?”

“I do not know. I just know I should not be doing this.”

“Why not? You’ve had hookups before, one-night things. You have even broken a few hearts. So what is different now?” he asked, getting closer.

His eyes were dark, burning. He was clearly turned on. He wanted me, finally. So why was I pulling away?

He touched my hip, and my heart skipped. My body leaned into his, the pressure between us driving me crazy. His mouth brushed my ear, and I gasped.

“Feel that, Emma?” he said. “You want this just like I do. What is the harm in having some fun? No one needs to know.”

His lips touched my ear again, sending shivers down my spine.

“Zane, one night is not enough for me,” I said. My voice shook. “Can you not see that?”

“Who said it would be just one night?” he replied with a sly grin. “I was thinking something quiet. A little secret between us.”

His eyes locked onto mine. I did not even realize I was backing up until I hit the wall. He placed his arms beside my head, trapping me. His chest brushed mine. I stopped breathing.

Zane was not the type for anything more than a quick night. But now… this felt like something else. Or maybe I just wanted it to.

“If you can look me in the eyes and say you do not want this, do not want me, I will leave. I will never touch you again.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because saying I did not want him would be a lie.

“The choice is yours, Emma,” he said, voice low and rough.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, pressing my lips to his. Heat rushed through me. The kiss was wild, hungry, just like I had imagined. He let out a low sound against my mouth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

His hands slid to my hips, pulling me closer. He moved against me, and I gasped, already weak in the knees. My body was reacting fast, I was getting wet.

Zane broke the kiss only to press his mouth to my neck, kissing and nibbling along my skin. His hands were everywhere, lighting up my nerves.

"God, you are so sexy, Emma," he said, voice rough, before kissing me again, deeper this time.

He was taking control, and part of me wanted to let him. But I could not let him see just how much power he had over me. Not yet.

I pushed off the wall and placed my hands on his chest, walking him backwards until he hit the couch. He dropped onto it, eyes wide, and I climbed into his lap. I was nervous, but I forced a confident smirk.

Normally, I could handle this kind of moment. But this was Zane. The guy I had secretly wanted for years. And now I was here, on top of him, living out the fantasy I never thought would happen.

"Mmm, that is what I like to see," he said, his voice low. "You taking charge."

I leaned in, kissing along his neck and jaw. He groaned, fingers twisting in my hair as I explored his body, the one I had been craving for so long. He tugged gently at my hair, making me look at him. His eyes were dark with heat, cheeks flushed. He was just as lost in this moment as I was.

"No one can find out about this, Zane," I said, breathless.

It was not the perfect time to say it, but it had to be clear.

"It stays between us," he replied, flashing a wicked grin.

I kissed him again, grinding against him. He grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it off in one quick move, tossing it aside and leaving me bare from the waist up.

He pulled back just a little, his eyes roaming over me as he let out a deep sound of approval.

"Wow, baby..."

He cupped my breasts with both hands, rough but eager, and I gasped, my head tipping back. The heat between us was burning.

He leaned in, licking and gently biting one of the sensitive tips, making me moan and arch into him. Then he moved to the other side, giving it the same sweet attention.

"That feels... amazing," I groaned, holding onto his legs to keep steady.

His lips moved lower, kissing along my ribs and stomach while his hands slid over my back and hips. I was melting under his touch. This was everything I had secretly wanted, and it was finally happening.

He kissed his way back up, brushing over my chest once more before locking eyes with me. His smile was sinful.

"Your skin tastes so good," he said, voice rough, "but there is one place I have been waiting to taste."

My breath caught. I knew exactly what he meant. And I wanted it. So badly. I had dreamed about this, waking up in the middle of the night, aching for him. Now, as he gently laid me on my back, my heart thumped wildly in my chest. I needed him. Right there. Right now.