“You look too good in this dress.” His hand slid down the side of my thigh. “I hate any other man looking at you right now.”
I closed my eyes and moved my hips, my ass rubbing against him.
“You shouldn’t be anywhere near me,” I murmured.
“I know.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was enjoying a drink with my friends. Then I spotted the woman who’s been driving me crazy. What are you doing here?”
For a second, I couldn’t respond. His palm spread out across my belly, his fingers splayed. They felt hot, burning through the fabric of my dress.
“I’m here with my friend. The cute blonde with the curly hair.”
“The bride-to-be? She looks like a doll.”
“Yes, but don’t tell her the doll bit. She hates being cute.”
“You aren’t cute. You’re long, sexy.” He tugged on my hair. “And finally, I get to see your real hair. Black suits you better.”
I felt the brush of his mouth on the side of my neck. I shuddered, and sensation rolled through me. “Zane.”
“I love the way you say my name, Monroe.”
The dance floor, the club, the other dancers were just a blur. There was only Zane and me.
I’d never wanted anyone or anything quite as much as I wanted him right now.
The song changed, the beat picking up. The crowd started jumping and Zane spun me, his mouth crashing down on mine.
God. God.
I slid my arms around his neck, and we were plastered together.
The kiss turned wild. Voracious, both of us demanding more. The luscious taste of him filled me.
With a moan, I pressed into him, my fingers sinking into his thick hair. His hands slid around and covered my ass, squeezed.
Desire and need were a potent rush between my thighs. My panties were damp in a flash.
The kiss stole my breath, my senses, everything. My need was hot and vicious. I sucked on his tongue, and he growled into my mouth.
He nipped my bottom lip, then dove into the kiss again.
I couldn’t get enough. He pulled me closer, and I felt the hard erection against my belly.
“Come home with me,” he murmured.
I barely heard him over the music.
“Let me have you, Monroe.”
Pulling my lips from his physically hurt. “I can’t.”
Maguire. My brother’s name was like a dash of cold water. Hard, harsh reality rolled right back in.
Zane’s hands tightened on me. “You want to.”
I met his gaze. It was burning, and my belly contracted.
It was so hard to pull away from him.
“We don’t always get what we want, Zane.”
He looked like he wanted to argue. “At least promise you’ll call me when you get home. Let me know you made it safely.”
I cupped his jaw for a second. Why did he have to be sexy and nice? Then I whirled away, plunging into the dancers, before I gave in and threw myself at him.
Tears threatened.
I needed to find Sabrina and get away from here.
Zane
Zane stalked into his penthouse.
The lights of New York glinted through the windows. The taste of Monroe was still in his mouth.
She was keeping secrets, just another person who wanted something from him, and he still couldn’t fight this brutal need for her.
He shed his jacket and threw it over the couch, then kicked off his shoes. His skin was hot, and his fingers still tingled from touching her gorgeous body. He unbuttoned his shirt and yanked his belt off.
He was obsessed.
He held his phone like a jewel. Like it was the damn necklace he’d bought for his mom.
The phone rang and he quickly thumbed the button. “Monroe.”
Silence. “I made it home.” Her voice was breathy.
“Me too. Your friend?”
“I handed her, giggling and tipsy, over to her fiancé.” Amusement and love filled her voice.
“Now you’re home. Look out the window, that’s what I’m doing.” He liked the idea of both of them looking at the city.
She snorted. “I don’t have your million-dollar view, Roth.”
He smiled. “You could be here.”
She made a sound. A hitch in her voice. “You’ll hate me soon.”
He doubted that. “Let me help you.”
“Someone’s life depends on me.” She sighed. “And I’m realizing that you can’t escape the past, no matter how much you try. Blood runs true.”
Zane frowned and sank onto his couch. He wanted to hear her voice breathless again, not tinged with resignation and pain.
“Are you still wearing that sexy, red dress?”
That startled a laugh out of her. “Yes.” A rustle. “And now I’m not.”
Zane’s blood fired. Fuck. “I wish I was there to see you. What do you have on underneath?”
“A tiny, black thong.”
He could picture her so clearly. His cock throbbed, painful and hard. He’d pay anything to be with her.
He really wanted to touch her.
“Is that little thong wet?” His voice was a growl.
She gasped. “Yes. Is your cock hard?”
“From the first moment I heard your voice tonight.”
Her heavy breathing came across the line. “No one’s ever wanted me like you do.”
He wished she’d come home with him. Wished she’d let him have her, help her. “Take that thong off, Monroe, and lie on your bed.”
That earned him a sexy gasp. “Ok-ay.”
She’d done it. Hot blood surged into his cock and it pressed against his zipper.
He pictured her naked on her sheets. “Spread those long, sexy legs for me, baby.” A rustle. “Describe your pretty pussy. I finally know that you’ve got dark hair.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m dark down there, too, but there isn’t much of it. Just a thin strip.”
Shit. “Touch it.”
Her long moan came across the line.
Fuck. Zane yanked his zipper down and pulled his rock-hard, throbbing cock out. “Damn, baby. I wish you were here, and I wish I had my mouth on you.”
She moaned. “Are you hard?”
“As a rock. I’m stroking myself.”
She moaned again.
Shit, this dirty phone sex was hotter than his last few sexual encounters. Monroe was turning him inside out.
“Spread those sexy legs, gorgeous. I want you to slide your fingers deep inside your sweet pussy.”
Her husky gasp drove him crazy. He gripped his cock hard and pumped.
Her next moan was low and throaty.
“How tight are you?” he growled.
“Tight,” she said breathlessly. “But I still feel empty.”
“You want my cock?”
She moaned his name. “Zane.”
He stroked his cock harder. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” Another moan. “Are you…jacking off?”
“Hell, yeah. Fisting my cock and imagining how it would feel to thrust inside that sweet pussy you’re touching.” A groan ripped from his throat.
Monroe moaned again. He could tell she was getting close. He imagined her slim fingers inside her, her body writhing.