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smiles. "An Irish dessert, of course. Mammy grew up on Irish cooking and that's what she serves from appetizers to desserts." They reached the steps. "And not one of us complains."
Including Zane's parents, the eight members of the Steele bunch sat at the incredibly long table. The only one missing was the brother who was in the Marines. Willow sat between Zane and Lexi.
Mrs. Steele must have spent at least a couple of days cooking due to the amount of food that had been piled on the table both times they'd sat down that day. Now there had to be enough desserts for each person at the table to have his or her own pan or platter full.
"Cool," Lexi said as she reached for a platter with what looked like battered and deep-fried lumpy somethings. "Apple fritters, too." Ah.
The way the 'whole family dug in, Willow figured she'd have to jump in if she wanted a taste of the apple fritters and whiskey pie. But Zane slid a slice of pie onto her plate, winked and smiled when she looked at him. Melt.
God, he was so devastatingly handsome when he smiled like that. He made her feel like warm chocolate and she wanted to pour herself all over him. Tonight. Definitely tonight.
Chapter 11
"I love your family." Willow interlocked her fingers with Zane's as they entered his home.
"You loved kicking their asses at basketball, that's why." Zane brought her flush against him as they stood in his front room. "You wouldn't say a word as to how you learned to play so well. What, were you with the WNBA?"
"Almost." Willow smiled as she slipped her hand from his and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned even tighter against the hard ridges of his body. He was so warm and he felt so good and smelled so fabulous. "A few teams tried to recruit me at the end of my four years at NYU. But I opted for concentrating on graduate school instead."
He kissed the corner of her mouth. "What other secrets do you have?"
"You'll just have to find out." Willow reached up and kissed him. Thrill after thrill started rolling through her belly as Zane grew more demanding in his kiss and his hands roamed her body.
"I need you so goddamned bad right now." Zane kissed her ear, her jaw, her chin as he unfastened the button to her jean shorts. He pushed her shorts and panties down to her thighs. Zane took her by her shoulders and turned her so that she was facing the stone fireplace in his living room. "On your hands and knees, on the I throw rug."
The excitement running through Willow had her senses on fire as she obeyed. She felt the brush of Zane's jeans as he knelt behind her, heard the zipper— Then felt the sudden thrust of Zane's cock inside of her.
Willow gave a shout of surprise as he entered and started taking her hard and fast.
"You've been teasing me all week." He leaned over her while sliding his hands beneath her tank top and pushing her bra up over her breasts. "Now it's time to get even," he said as he pinched her nipples as hard as he was driving in and out of her. "I like the way you get even," Willow said, hardly able to get the words out. She might not get winded at basketball, but Zane some-how managed to steal her breath every time they were together.
"This isn't anything, honey," Zane said as he moved one of his hands down and rubbed her clit.
Willow gasped and almost climaxed. It was one of the most erotic things they'd done.
Being on her knees with her thighs spread only as far as her jean shorts would allow her to felt delicious. Zane took her from behind while still clothed, his rough jeans rubbing her soft skin and stimulating her even more.
All of this combined with the feel of his erection inside her, the way he was stroking her clit while using the other hand to pinch first one nipple, then the other—she could barely hold on.
"I've wanted to be inside you every damned day this week." Zane's voice was a rough growl. "And now I'm going to take you until you're too weak to stand."
"I'm already too weak," Willow moaned as he
Including Zane's parents, the eight members of the Steele bunch sat at the incredibly long table. The only one missing was the brother who was in the Marines. Willow sat between Zane and Lexi.
Mrs. Steele must have spent at least a couple of days cooking due to the amount of food that had been piled on the table both times they'd sat down that day. Now there had to be enough desserts for each person at the table to have his or her own pan or platter full.
"Cool," Lexi said as she reached for a platter with what looked like battered and deep-fried lumpy somethings. "Apple fritters, too." Ah.
The way the 'whole family dug in, Willow figured she'd have to jump in if she wanted a taste of the apple fritters and whiskey pie. But Zane slid a slice of pie onto her plate, winked and smiled when she looked at him. Melt.
God, he was so devastatingly handsome when he smiled like that. He made her feel like warm chocolate and she wanted to pour herself all over him. Tonight. Definitely tonight.
Chapter 11
"I love your family." Willow interlocked her fingers with Zane's as they entered his home.
"You loved kicking their asses at basketball, that's why." Zane brought her flush against him as they stood in his front room. "You wouldn't say a word as to how you learned to play so well. What, were you with the WNBA?"
"Almost." Willow smiled as she slipped her hand from his and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned even tighter against the hard ridges of his body. He was so warm and he felt so good and smelled so fabulous. "A few teams tried to recruit me at the end of my four years at NYU. But I opted for concentrating on graduate school instead."
He kissed the corner of her mouth. "What other secrets do you have?"
"You'll just have to find out." Willow reached up and kissed him. Thrill after thrill started rolling through her belly as Zane grew more demanding in his kiss and his hands roamed her body.
"I need you so goddamned bad right now." Zane kissed her ear, her jaw, her chin as he unfastened the button to her jean shorts. He pushed her shorts and panties down to her thighs. Zane took her by her shoulders and turned her so that she was facing the stone fireplace in his living room. "On your hands and knees, on the I throw rug."
The excitement running through Willow had her senses on fire as she obeyed. She felt the brush of Zane's jeans as he knelt behind her, heard the zipper— Then felt the sudden thrust of Zane's cock inside of her.
Willow gave a shout of surprise as he entered and started taking her hard and fast.
"You've been teasing me all week." He leaned over her while sliding his hands beneath her tank top and pushing her bra up over her breasts. "Now it's time to get even," he said as he pinched her nipples as hard as he was driving in and out of her. "I like the way you get even," Willow said, hardly able to get the words out. She might not get winded at basketball, but Zane some-how managed to steal her breath every time they were together.
"This isn't anything, honey," Zane said as he moved one of his hands down and rubbed her clit.
Willow gasped and almost climaxed. It was one of the most erotic things they'd done.
Being on her knees with her thighs spread only as far as her jean shorts would allow her to felt delicious. Zane took her from behind while still clothed, his rough jeans rubbing her soft skin and stimulating her even more.
All of this combined with the feel of his erection inside her, the way he was stroking her clit while using the other hand to pinch first one nipple, then the other—she could barely hold on.
"I've wanted to be inside you every damned day this week." Zane's voice was a rough growl. "And now I'm going to take you until you're too weak to stand."
"I'm already too weak," Willow moaned as he
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