His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 51

Zane’s POV

I kissed her, hands wrapping around her body and lifting her from the bed. The sheet fell away and her naked body pressed against mine, followed by that approving moan I’d become addicted to.

Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, hands in my hair, kissing me back with the same intensity while my hands found her ass-kneading, squeezing, spreading her open while I devoured her mouth.

My feet carried us to the bathroom. The door opened automatically and I pressed her back against the cold tile wall, reaching over to hit the button that turned on the rain shower.

Warm water poured down over us.

She gasped against my mouth and I pulled back just enough to let her breathe, trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck, moving lower to her breasts.

I watched the water cascade over her nipples before taking one into my mouth, sucking hard while she moaned above me. Her toes curled against my back, hands fisting in my hair, while my other hand kneaded her left breast.

“God. Zane, fuck—”

The sound was so sultry it sent a jolt straight to my cock. But I knew I couldn’t fuck her. If I did, she’d be late for work. And I’d forget about asking her what happened to her neck.

I pulled back slowly, bringing my face level with hers, watching as she opened her eyes with that confused, frustrated look.

“Zane?” she asked, still breathless.

“Tell me something, Muffin.” I set her down on her feet, resisting the urge to turn her around and fuck her against the wall right here. “I have a question for you. Can you answer it?”

Her eyes squinted, lips parted and red from kissing, water dripping down her face and hair slicked to her body.

“Okay… this sounds serious, Mr. Grumpy.”

She pushed her hair back, washing her face, and I tried not to stare at her breasts, at those pointed nipples that were practically begging me to touch them again.

I swallowed hard. Acting like a teenager around her was disturbing.

“Who gave you the bruise around your neck?”

She froze. Just for a second. Then looked up at me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

I already suspected who it was. But I needed confirmation. Needed to know when it happened before I decided how I was going to kill that bastard.

“It’s nothing. Like, um, I had a cold or something.”

She tried to walk past me but I grabbed her arm, pinning her against the wall. My fingers found her jaw, tilting her face up so she had to look at me.

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