Page 100 of Turn Me On

That earns me a firm, hard kiss. “Been thinking about how I want to have you tonight.”

“Maybe share some of those ideas,” I tease.

But there’s no mischief returned in his eyes—only a stark honesty that erases my smile. Then he says, “Bare. I’ve never done that. I’m negative.”

I heat from the intensity of his gaze, the truth of his declaration. We’re starting something real, no matter the risks, no matter the challenges to our careers. Well, mostly mine now. We haven’t worked out the practical details yet. I haven’t shared all the possible plans I’ve been sorting through. But they all begin and end with this—us.“I’m negative too,” I say, desperately. “I want to feel you raw. Any way you want to have me.”

Zane presses his forehead to mine, whispers out a potent, “Yes.”

That one word feels like it’sourstonight. Like we’re both finally sayingyesat last, yes in every way to this undeniable, irresistible connection that sparked hot and bright the night we met.

I cup his chin so I can press a kiss to his lips, a long, lingering one that also saysus.

When Zane’s trembling from my slow, seductive kiss, he breaks away from me. He shakes off the fog of lust in his eyes, then switches gears.

Taking over.

With a cocky smile, he regards my face, my chest, my body. “Look at you, my sexy, smart-mouthed man who threw down for me tonight. You got me so fucking hot when you said you were driving me to my hotel. When you told Trace you’d deal with him tomorrow. When you just up and left with me. You’ve been turning me on since I arrived.” He coasts his mouth along my jawline, murmuring sweet nothings as he goes. When he reaches my ear, he says, “And now I have this whole scene playing out in my head.”

Sparks race down my body.Scene. This man knows me too well. “Tell me.”

“To get dirty, we’re gonna need to get wet…” he begins, then we work out the rest of the details.

* * *

Hot water beats down on us. Zane crowds me against the black tiled wall in the shower as he roams his hands down my chest. “Gonna drive you crazy tonight,” he rasps out.

“News flash—you already are,” I say, gesturing to my aching cock, pointing at him.

“Mmm,” he hums, wrapping a fist around my shaft, stroking lightly. I shudder, indulging in his touch once again. As he plays with me, his eyes travel around the shower to the shelf that holds my shampoo and soap. There, he finds the glow-in-the-dark dildo I put there before we got in, along with lube. Letting go of my dick, he presses the toy into my palm. “Put it on the wall. That’s how you do it when you think of me, right? You like to jerk your cock while you fuck the dildo?”

His dark gaze holds mine knowingly.

Like I’d even try to lie about desire. “Yes. You fuck me in my shower sessions,” I admit without shame, only arousal.

Taking the toy, I find the right height in seconds and push it against the wall. But before I can turn, his hand comes around me, covers the toy, slicking it up with lube. Then, his palms slide down my ass. “Close your eyes, Mad,” he tells me.

I comply.

There’s the click of the bottle. The drizzle of lube. His fingers pressing into me. I groan from the intrusion, but seek him out in a dirty bedroom rhythm.

“Yesss,” he grunts approvingly, then he eases out and spins me to face him.

“Line up and fuck that toy for me,” he says, sliding his fist down his shaft as he stares wickedly at my body.

I back up, reach behind me, and guide the toy home.

His mouth parts. “Fucking yes,” he says, then everything happens in a flash. He drops to his knees, grips my hips, and kisses the tip of my dick. “Treat that toy like it’s my dick,” he urges me. “Put on a show.”

I’ve missed his dick so much. I’ve missed all of him. I swivel my hips, my body shuddering, my hands curling around his shoulders. It’s so good to hold onto him while I do this.

While I show Zane my want.

My sex drive. How it matches his.

“Harder. Need to see exactly how much you missed me,” he says, reading my mind, reading my heart.

“Missed you so much,” I groan as I thrust faster on the toy for him, savoring the pressure, the stretch.