Page 41 of Trust

“Yes?” he asked, moving closer.

Feeling beautifully pinned by his massive body, she traced her finger lightly along the ropey muscles decorating his forearms. “To see what it looks like when you lose your manners.”

“That can be arranged. But first, shouldn’t we…”

“If you say talk again, know I’ll rescind my offer.” Her heart traveled in a ricochet pattern as a growl erupted from his chest, and his fingers flexed against her thighs. “A little meaningless sex never hurt anyone. And there’s no reason to believe we’d be the exception.”

“And that’s where you’d be wrong.” He slid his hand under the hem of her dress and gripped her thigh firmly. “But I’ll save that discussion for another day.”

She pressed her mouth to his. “I knew you’d see my way is best.”

“For now,” he murmured.

“Forever,” she mumbled as his fingers slid inside her panties, making her lingering doubts disappear.

The few social skills Zane possessed slipped away as Olivia moaned into his mouth. Why was their mating the one thing she didn’t want to discuss? “Liv…”

“Zane, it doesn’t have to be more than sex.” She ran her finger over his jaw. “Maybe we just need to satisfy our curiosity. Get each other out of our systems.”

“What if…”

Olivia shook her head. “Nope. We’re going to ravage one another and hopefully do unspeakable things.”

“But…”

“What we’re not going to do is make it into more.”

Sliding his finger over her bundle of nerves, he watched her eyes flutter closed. “You sure have a lotta rules, and I don’t know that I’m interested in following them.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.”

He arched an eyebrow as she shifted her hips. “Bet you’ll get over it once my mouth touches you.”

She leaned into his touch. “Or I get my mouth on you.”

He let out a low chuckle. “We can save that for later.”

Olivia hooked her leg around Zane’s waist, drawing him closer. “You sure?”

“Yes!” He gathered her dress and pulled it over her head, hearing laughter spill out of her mouth. “Better.” He gave her a dirty kiss and felt her small hands slide inside his shorts. “You want something?”

“You.”

“Here?”

She pushed his shorts down his hips. “Yes!”

“You sure about this, Liv?” Her head bobbed in agreement, and he had no choice but to do as she asked. “Are you absolutely…”

“Why are you still talking?” She let out a huff. “You’re supposed to be mindless with desire and unable to control yourself.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, woman. Control has left the premises.” He bent down and teased a nipple through thin lace. “But any man who doesn’t get a real clear hell yeah is a fool.”

Olivia took his face and squished his cheeks together. “Zane Hawker, would you be kind enough to fu…”

“That’s not a word that will ever describe what you and I do.”

Olivia let out a sigh. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

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