Femme Fatale Loved (Pericolo #3) Read Online Free Page B

the scent of a cooking meal and the low sound of music. A small, grateful smile draws on my lips, and I linger tiresomely in the doorway. When will this get old? Ever since we started a normal life with one another, we’ve had our troubles, but coming home to one another makes all my worries disappear.
    Entering, I notice Zane sitting on the couch reading his fitness magazine. However, when I shut the door softly behind me, he lowers it as I walk inside, dropping my bag and mentally retiring for the day.
    “You look exhausted,” I say as he stands and advances toward me.
    “No,” he admonishes. “You look exhausted; I look horny.”
    I laugh as he leads my sluggish body into the living room. I follow knowing I can soon kick off my shoes and curl up against him. As he approaches the main sitting area, he releases my hand and drops on the couch. He pats the seat beside him, and I graciously start to turn.
    "I think I'd prefer working in a bar if I owned it," I say, musing as I fall beside Zane.
    He chuckles as he lifts his arm to wrap around my shoulder. "You're such a bossy bitch."
    "I don't see you complaining," I reply, removing myself from his easy embrace in order to reposition myself. I might be tired, but I want my man, and I want to be exhausted for all the right reasons. "You're never telling me to stop when I do this," I say, and as if to put my words into action, I clamber into his lap and rest my legs on either side of his. Watching him, I flick my hair to the side; throwing it over one shoulder and tilting my head to look at him sideways, I'm prepared for this. Ever since our good-bye kiss, I've wanted to be in our home, alone, and naked. "Or when I do this," I continue to utter, in probing a few of his top buttons. "Or this," I whisper as I lean forward to plant my lips on his warm skin, kissing his clavicle, my lips dragging across it in small, sensual dots before trailing up his neck, against his throbbing jugular and along his strong jawline ready to reach his lips. "Or when I greet you like this," I utter before my lips land square onto his, my hands drawn immediately to his hair so I can hold on and deepen the kiss.
    Zane's hands cup my ass, his fingers gripping tight as he does so, pulling me against his body as he does nothing to decline my blatant sexual advances.
    I find myself flung onto my back, laying against the couch cushions and forced to look at my beautiful man as he now towers over me, leering down at me with that cheeky grin that makes me a complete fucking sweet mess.
    "And you never complain when I take control back and do this," he announces, reiterating my actions at me. He leans down, now kissing my jawline as he unbuttons my white shirt, but he quickly tires and yanks the material apart; buttons fly off haphazardly as Zane's lustful greed takes over. "I love doing this," he speaks, his words pressing into my skin with every breath. "I love not worrying about when this will end. I love claiming you after a hard day’s work. I love being here, living this moment with you. I love everything about where we've ended up." He pulls back, looking me straight in the eyes. "I love that I finally have what I was searching for, Amelia."
    My hand comes up to caress his hands, my eyes watering.
    "I love that you fought for us to get here," I reply, my own smile watery with emotions. "I love you for still being here, loving me." I then frown, furrowing my brow together. "But what I don't love is that I want you buried deep in me, and neither one of us is naked yet."
    Zane chuckles heartily, shaking his head in dismay. "As I said, you're a bossy bitch, sweetheart."
    I start to laugh, but I stop the moment his lips press against my pulsating jugular, forcing my head back as he runs kiss after kiss along my warm skin, my body awakening to the sensuality. I absentmindedly feel his hands start to play with the button of my jeans, undoing them and forcing them down with my panties, all the while his lips