Zane unlocked the apartment and held the door open for me. His eyes seemed to track my every movement. His gaze alone was setting my skin aflame. The apartment was dimly illuminated by the city lights below. Turning around, I faced Zane, suddenly feeling shy. It was overwhelming, how much I wanted him to touch me, how much I wanted to touch him.

"You said we should go home. We're home," I teased, walking backwards in the direction of my room. He was still holding back, restraining himself. A thrill shot through me at the thought of Zane losing his control because of me.

"That dress is driving me crazy," he mumbled, scanning my frame slowly.

With a sly grin, I ran my hands over the silky fabric. "Which part of it?"

He let out a small grunt and closed the distance between us. "The part that is still on you," he mumbled. Those words broke the invisible barrier between us, hurling us deeper into a sphere that only consisted of the two of us. Zane took my hand in his and grazed his lips against my knuckles as he led me into the room.

Once we were inside, he sat at the bed's edge and tugged me closer. I was towering over him in my heels. I stumbled while trying to slip them off. He steadied me by placing my hands on his shoulders. It didn't feel real, the way he was looking at me, eyes full of admiration. No man had ever looked at me like that before.

I was letting him set the pace, still not sure whether he wanted it as much as I did. Every part of me wanted to push him onto the bed and climb on top of him. "You look so lovely, sweetheart." His fingers grazed my thighs, lifting the dress up higher.

"You also look pretty good. But I think you would look better naked," I smirked, echoing his comment about my dress.

"That mouth also drives me crazy." His hands continued to inch higher, revealing my lacy underwear.

"Which part of it?" I teased, tipping his head back as I bent down. He didn't have a chance to answer because I covered his mouth with mine. A moan vibrated at the back of my throat when he lightly cupped my butt. I can't get enough of him tonight.

He suddenly broke away from me. Rosey cheeks. Glassy hazel eyes. His expression tugged at me because I could tell he was holding back. "Tell me you want this. Tell me. I need to hear it." His voice was low, laced with a hint of desire. It occurred to me that he wasn't the only one exercising restraint. I was also threading carefully, worried that he would push me away.

I stepped back and slipped out of my dress, letting it pool at my feet. The cold air hit my body, causing my skin to pebble. "You don't need to hold back. I want you so bad that it hurts." The next thing that came off was my bra. Zane caught it easily when I tossed it at him.

That seemed to ignite something in him. He pulled me forward again, more determined and sure of himself than before. I trembled when he slid his hands up to my hips. Looking up at me, he kissed my stomach. His touch felt like feathers against my skin. Further his hands went up my body. Sparks seemed to spread wherever he touched.

"You're fucking beautiful," he whispered into my skin. He maintained eye contact as he pressed his lips between my breasts. "Is this okay?" Nodding, my hands went to grip his arms in an attempt to pull him closer. He didn't break eye contact while he slipped a hard nipple into his mouth.

Tension was building at my core. I arched my back when he moved to the other nipple, slowly kneading it with his tongue. He finally slipped his hand between my legs. "Is this where it hurts?" he asked smugly.

"Please, Zane. I need you to...." my voice faltered when he started rubbing, gradual but deliberate strokes meant to push me over the edge but not completely. I rolled my hips against his hand, loving the bursts of pleasure it stirred up in me.

"Tell me what you want, baby. I'll do whatever you want me to do." We moved to the bed. He was hovering over me, still fully clothed.

"I want you to take your shirt off," I muttered with a grin. Leaning back, he stripped it off so easily. Almost as though he had thought of this moment before, played it out a thousand times in his head. It was my turn to marvel at his strong frame. His body was rippled with muscles. But there was a softness to him. It was in the way he smiled down at me and the way he held my gaze.

"Spread your legs, darling." I complied. His words alone could cause a woman to faint. He dropped his head between my legs and kissed my abdomen. He carefully snaked his hands around my legs. "This okay?"

"Keep talking like that and you can do whatever you want to me," I laughed but it dissipated when he slid his tongue across my hilt.

"Moan for me then, darling." His tongue circled the bundle of nerves down there. A gasp left my lips when he slipped his tongue into me. Like a wave, pleasure spread throughout my body and I did moan for him. My hips lifted and he gently pushed against my stomach, keeping me steady.

Zane moved up and kissed my neck. "You're so perfect. So damn perfect." He was breathing heavily and I could feel his bulge pressing against me. Sliding my hand down, I cupped his dick and he shuddered. There was raw vulnerability stretched across his handsome features then.

"Is this okay?" I asked, trying to meet his scattered gaze. He nodded and helped me tug off his pants. Placing his hands on either side of my head, he aligned his hips with mine and went down. There was a brief moment of discomfort. "Shit." I gripped his shoulders tightly, waiting for it to pass.

"You can take it," he responded, brushing away a strand of my hair. My entire body was buzzing as he moved steadily above me. "But tell me...you need to tell me...if I should stop." His words are hushed and strained like he's telling me a secret meant for my ears only. If we weren't so closely pressed to one another, I would have missed them.

"Don't stop, Hendrick. I'll steal your label maker if you stop." A smile tugged at his lips. He let out a moan as he started moving faster over me. I buried my fingernails into his back, relishing in him losing control and becoming undone above me.

"Fuck. You feel so good, Sarah." Fireworks burst across my eyes as my muscles contracted around him a second time tonight. His movements began to slow as he followed the high with me, muttering words of praise against my neck. Crashing together, our chests heaving, and hearts in synch -it felt like I found something that I was missing.