Page 25 of Trust

“I’m six foot three, and I’m guessing you come in at right around 5’3.”

“I beg your pardon; I’m five foot four and one quarter.”

“Good to know.”

“What were we talking about?”

Zane lifted his sunglasses off and tucked them into his T-shirt. “You and me.”

Looking up, she swallowed. “Now you’re giving off a big-bad wolf vibe. Should I be worried?”

“No.”

Pulled into his sea-green eyes, she felt his enormous hands gently land on her face, cradling her with more care than she thought possible. Leaning into the moment before his mouth landed on hers, she imprinted the memory so she’d always have it.

Months from now, she wanted to recall with crystal clarity just how full her heart felt. Closing her eyes, she inhaled his delicious scent and let the anticipation in the air push them closer.

Zane’s mouth brushed hers, and she tasted lemonade as she got a glimpse of what life could be if she could kiss him every day. His short scruff offset his soft lips, and every nerve in her body was yelling: more. Digging her hand into his shirt, she felt the strong beat of his heart and told the butterflies doing the cha-cha in her chest to go for it.

Their mouths fused, and life as she knew it was gone forever.

Dramatic overstatement?

No doubt.

But anything less would insult the absolute best kiss of her life.

Hearing a deep growl rumble in his chest made her move closer and give every last bit of herself to the mating dance their mouths were performing with ease.

Lips parted. Tongues tangled. Claims made.

The man kissed like he meant it, and it was the most perfect: hello, that’s who you are, kiss, and yes, I’d like to do it for the rest of the day, so I can learn you, one.

Why, she couldn’t say. The mechanics were the same as the ones she’d had with other men, but the effect of Zane’s kisses was singular.

Feeling his hands move to her waist, she smiled against his mouth as he pulled her into his lap. She gripped his bulgy muscles and let her tongue glide against his. He met her stroke for stroke, and just before she started rocking against him, she heard the sound of children’s laughter.

She opened one eye, saw a group of at least a dozen to their left, and pulled her mouth away from Zane’s.

“Babe…”

“Audience,” she said with a rough voice.

“So?”

“Under the age of consent.”

“I think he got her a funnel cake,” Sam announced loudly.

Kelsey snorted. “He got her two.”

Olivia bit back a laugh and was about to slide off Zane’s lap when she felt his grip tighten on her hip. “Honey, we’ve put on enough of a show.”

“And if you get up, we’ll be hitting an R rating.”

Looking down, she noticed the hard ridge against his jeans and knew instantly his big dick energy was literal. “Uhhhhh…”

“Looking at it with hungry eyes is not helping.”

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