“Anao’I just walked in,” Calvin tells us. “Going to say hi.”
Once he’s gone, Jax turns his sights on me. “She it?”
“You know she is.”
“I knew the minute she walked into that hospital room, but I had to ask anyway. Does she know?”
My eyes move back to where she is dancing around in that sexy little red dress. “She fighting it, but she’s figuring it out.”
I throw back the rest of my drink then stand. I jerk my head the way of my girl to let him know that’s where I’m going. His eyes find Zoey and face splits in two as he stands too.
“She’s come a long way, Jay,” I acknowledge just how much my sister seems like my sister.
“I don’t care if she never finds the old Zoey. I love whatever version of her I get. She’s my life.”
I know that. I’ve known it our entire lives. Jax will never want or love another girl. I get it. I’ve always gotten it but now I get it a little more.
All I’ve fucking thought about for months is Tori. That beautiful wide smile that seems to light up a damn room. That feisty, zero bullshit attitude she has. The way she’s not afraid to knock a guy down a few pegs both literally and figuratively. It’s the way she wanted to be friends with Zoey even when she didn’t really know her. It’s the way she loves the brother and sister she never she had until a few years ago. She is definitely no damsel in distress in need of saving. She saves herself.
I walk up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist just as a song I’d never listen to on my own comes on but fuck if I don’t feel every word as he sings about stopping time to live in right in the moment forever with the girl. Her arms wrap to my neck as I run my mouth down her neck. We sway to the music until there is no one else but us.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper in her ear.
She looks at me over her shoulder with hooded eyes. She draws her plump bottom lip into her mouth with a nod.
I lead her by the small of her back toward Jax and Zoey who are so caught up in each other they can’t see anything else. I let them know we’re leaving to which Jax grins at me knowingly. “We’re heading out too,” he tells me.
We make the ride back to my place in record time. When we step through the door, I grab Tori planting my mouth directly to hers. Pouring into that kiss everything she has been making me feel tonight and for the last few months. I grip her hair, angling her head back to deepen the kiss further as her hands grip the front of my shirt. My mouth travels down her jaw behind her ear eliciting a low moan from her.
I run my hands down her tight body until I grip her ass, hoisting her in the air.
“Zane,” Tori moans again as I begin to make my way upstairs.
I entermybedroom, carrying her all the way to the bed. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned beautiful, Tori.”
“You’re not going to leave me like this are you?” she pants as my mouth continues to nip and suck at the long column of her neck.
I hold back a chuckle. “Like what, baby?” I feign innocence.
“Turned on. Wet. Needy as fuck.”
“Is that all you are?” I ask as I run my hand up her leg until I reach her thigh as I look her in the eyes. “This just sex, Tori? Because I’m not in this just for the sex. I can get that anywhere.”
She stares at me for what feel like an eternity. I can see the war in her eyes. The fear of the unknown – of not knowing how to handle her feelings. I see her struggling with wanting to run away from things she thinks she knows nothing about. From the lack of control these emotions invoke. I also see the moment she realizes fighting if futile. The moment she knows that I’m not giving up until I take her heart like she’s taken mine.
She reaches up to my face, stroking the light scruff there then brushes a thumb over my lips. “Not just sex, Zane.”
I lean down to kiss her again. This time it’s slow and purposeful. I run my hand to the inside of her thigh until I reach her panties that are damp with her arousal. I brush a finger over her pussy through the thin cloth until she’s moaning. “Zane, please.”
“Please what, Darlin’?” I ask knowing full well what she wants.
“Don’t fucking tease me, Zane,” she growls in frustration.
“Ah,” I chuckle into her neck. “There’s my girl.” I lean back, looking over her body. “You have on too many clothes.”
“Then do something about it,” she taunts. I pull her up, yanking the dress over her head. Her chest heaves with anticipation.
“Hope you don’t like these too much,” I tell her.
