Page 22 of Her Ohio Old Flame

His grin was infectious, and she smiled back. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Good,” he whispered against her skin. “Then you’ll love this.”

He dragged her unbuttoned blouse further up her arms until the sleeves cinched at her wrists. He looped the fabric once, then twice, knotting it just enough to keep her hands pinned above her head.

“Your safeword is red, Little Miss Sass.”

The press of cotton tugging at her wrists made her shiver, even though her body was steadily heating from the inside out. Her breath came faster, heart thudding, each beat echoing in her ears like a war drum.

Asha tugged, testing the restraint. The knot held. She couldn’t reach him. Couldn’t pull him closer. That helplessness sent a rush of molten heat to her core, her muscles clenching in anticipation. The scent of him clung to the pillow beneath her head—warm spice, clean soap, and something uniquely male. Her own need had bloomed into the air, too—thick, musky, and unmistakably aroused.

“That’s it,” Zane said, watching her with wicked satisfaction. “Let me see that body beg.”

He peeled the rest of her clothes away with an agonizing slowness, his fingers grazing the flushed surface of her skin like she might break. Goosebumps trailed behind every touch. He kissed the curve of her stomach, then lower, just above her mound, his breath warm and teasing.

She was already slick, the cool air a sharp contrast to her heated flesh. A small sound escaped her lips when he nudged her thighs open with firm hands and stared down at her like he was deciding how to feast.

Zane looked up from between her legs, his gaze locked on hers. “Keep your hands where they are. Don’t move unless I say.”

She swallowed hard, and her pulse spiked. “Yes, Zane.”

“Good girl.” He lowered his head and licked her slit from bottom to right on top of her clit, gliding over it before wiggling the hood.

She gasped and bucked her hips. The sensation was too much and not enough all at once.

His tongue was hot and wet as he explored and savored her, silky and rough in alternating strokes. Every touch lit her nerves on fire. Her thighs tensed. Her breath hitched. Her fingerscurled into her shirt, feeling the grain of the fabric beneath her fingertips.

Zane didn’t rush and mapped her with precision, learning her every twitch, every breathless moan. Then he flattened his tongue and dragged it upward, circling her clit with maddening gentleness.

“Oh god…”

He chuckled against her, and the puff of air sent goosebumps down her skin, the vibration seeming to sink into her bones. “Not God. Just me.”

Asha whimpered, straining her hips upward in search of more friction. He stilled her easily, one strong hand braced across her pelvis. His touch was hot and possessive. Her muscles quivered, and her skin prickled with sensation.

“You’ll take what I give you.” The rough command rolled over her and sparked a sharp pull deep within her belly. Her legs trembled.

Zane picked up the pace, flicking her clit in measured, rhythmic strokes, then sealing his mouth over it to suck, with just the right amount of pressure. His tongue moved in perfect counterpoint, relentless and knowing, like he wanted to ruin her for anyone else.

Something inside her snapped.

The orgasm didn’t build—it detonated.

Her back bowed off the bed, thighs trembling, the world narrowing to the searing pleasure crashing through her. Her pulse roared in her ears. Her vision blurred. Her skin felt like it was glowing from within.

Asha cried out, the sound ripped from her throat as white-hot pleasure surged through her like a shockwave. Her back arched, hips bucking despite his firm hold. It was too much, too strong, and yet her body clung to it like she’d die without it.

Her climax rolled through her in crashing waves—one after another, each higher than the last. Her muscles seized and fluttered, her core pulsing around nothing, empty and aching even in the middle of climax. Her skin burned, electric with sensation. Her vision went starry, black at the edges. Her fingers curled into fists, arms tugging instinctively at the restraint, needing to hold onto something as she came apart.

Her thighs trembled. Her breath came in broken gasps.

Still, Zane didn’t relent. He kept licking her through it, easing her down only after every last shudder had wrung itself out of her.

When she collapsed into the mattress, her body felt like melted wax—hot, boneless, and undone. Her heartbeat echoed, loud and uneven.

Then he kissed her inner thigh, slow and reverent, and murmured, “One.”

She blinked up at the ceiling, dazed. The shadows above her swam in and out of focus. “You’re keeping count?”

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