Mr. Big Shot: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (Kinda Cocky Book 1), стр. 14
And when I felt his breath against my lips, my eyes fell closed.
“Your perfume is intoxicating,” he whispered.
I brushed my lips against his. “Then you’ll really like my lip gloss.”
His lips crashed against mine, and my barriers came tumbling down. His tongue flooded my mouth, slipping over the roof of it as I melted against him. His arms blanketed me, wrapping me up in his warmth. Like a heated blanket on a cold winter morning, he filled me with comfort I hadn’t experienced in years.
I ached for more of it.
I pressed against him, guiding him toward the stairs. We stumbled up them with wandering hands as giggles fell from our lips. We left a trail of clothes from the front door to my bedroom. We tumbled to my mattress, with pillows falling to the floor and blankets throwing themselves about. I felt his hands everywhere. Like fire, rushing against my skin. The heat that grew between my legs beckoned to be put out.
And only Zane could give me that.
Moans fell from my lips as his cock grew against my inner thigh. My back arched as he wrapped his soft lips around my pert nipples, throwing me off the edge into an endless abyss. I threaded my fingers through his hair. I grasped the thick strength of his tendrils as his lips kissed anywhere they could land. His own wetness coated my skin, signaling for my thighs to spread as he reared back. As he hovered over me.
As he lined himself up with my pussy.
With our eyes connected and our bodies intertwined, he breached me. Pushing back my folds and drenching himself in my wetness. Groans filled the room as his face fell to the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking. Pushing a blinding pleasure through my body that threatened to swallow me whole. Every roll of his hips pulled me under. Every thrust of his body drowned me in his lake of fury. My bed lurched with every movement as my nails raked against his back, clinging to him as I breathlessly called out his name.
“Zane. That’s it. Oh-oh, my--yes. Zane. Oh, shit. Oh, f--yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”
His grunts filled my ears. His massive cock grew against my walls. I clung to him, locking my legs. Worried that I might wake up from his debaucherous dream. I climbed the precipice. I felt his end nearing. His thrusts grew ragged, his pants warmed my skin, and every single part of me wanted to cry out in ecstasy.
Except, the knot of happiness forming in my throat cut off my ability to speak.
“My God. You’re beautiful. So--close--.”
My body caved, and my walls collapsed. My body spun out of control as it jumped and quaked beneath him. His lips fell against mine once more, swallowing my sounds as I went weak beneath him. My body, cushioned by the mattress, as he laid there on top of me.
Filling me.
Marking me.
Making me his for the night.
And as my eyes fluttered close, the last thing I recalled was his voice in my ear. His ethereal, angelic voice as those luscious words fell from the tip of his tongue.
“Such perfection, you are.”
Had I not been so tired, I actually might have cried.
My eyes fell open, and I found myself staring at the wall. My head hurt as if someone had smashed it right through a concrete wall. I drew in a deep breath as I sat up, trying to force the vomit back down as it rose up the back of my throat. But, the second I felt something shift beside me, I leapt to my feet.
Before realizing I was completely naked.
“What the--?”
My brow furrowed tightly as a man flopped against his back. And when his face came into view, the entire night came crashing back to me. The booze. The club. Zane, and his suit.
My eyes fell to the floor, and I didn’t see his suit.
Why don’t I see his suit?
“Mmm, yeah,” Zane groaned.
I jumped at the sound of his voice before my head started to pound.
“There you are,” he murmured.
My brow furrowed tighter as he reached out for my pillow. He pulled it close, burying his face into its cushion. He drew in a deep breath as I stood there, wondering what in the world I had actually done.
Zane was in my house. Naked.
Holding a pillow as if it were me.
What have I done?
What did I do? I’d never been in that position before. Did I wake him up? Kick him out? Make him breakfast? No. No breakfast.
Think, Karina. Think.
“Leave,” I whispered.
It was the only thing that occurred to me to do. I didn’t know what to do, so all that was left to do was leave the situation. Surely, some strong coffee and fresh air would do me some good. My joints ached as I walked around, looking for some clothes. Where the hell were my clothes? My head pounded so hard my vision shuddered, and with every breath I took, it felt like I was going to puke.
Until finally, I found my robe.
“This’ll do,” I murmured.
I swallowed hard as I looked around for my phone. Why the hell couldn't I find any of my things? I rushed out into the hallway and saw the trail of clothes leading down the stairs. Straight to the front door, where my purse sat on the floor.
“Bingo,” I whispered.
I scooped it up and threw my front door open. I hadn’t even locked it the night before. I cursed myself as I rushed outside, fumbling with the keys to my car. I unlocked it and threw myself inside. I blinked a few times, trying to push the haze of sleep away. I