Leap of Faith (La Flor #1) (19 page)

Oh, how I wish there were no barriers between us.

He’s finally had enough. He holds me tighter as he stands up, securing me around him. He gently bites my neck before making his way to my room. He stumbles onto the bed, making sure to keep his full weight off me.

“Stay still, baby—you move and I’ll stop. I’m gonna kiss every one of your curves and I’m gonna taste you before makin’ you completely mine.”

He slowly takes off my shirt and pants. He unsnaps my bra and takes it off, and then he takes off my panties and comfy socks. He leans back to look at me. I start feeling self-conscious—it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man and after having Skylar, my body changed. I finally look into his eyes and am amazed at the look he’s giving me. His eyes are full of hunger and an emotion I want to believe is true love.

He comes back to me and we start to kiss. He takes over the kiss and I let him. His lips leave mine and move to my neck and shoulders. He kisses and gently bites. I shiver and moan, letting him know I love that.

“You like that?” He asks. “You like it when I bite you?”

“Mmmm.” I can’t even speak, it feels so good.

He bites me harder and I get wetter. He continues kissing and biting my neck, and his hands start down my body. He reaches my breasts and starts playing with my nipples. At first it’s gentle caresses, but then he takes them between his fingers and starts to roll them and pull them. The harder he does it, the louder I moan. He gets to the right amount of pressure and I feel almost at my climax.

I move to kiss him but he refuses. I manage to reach his neck and I bite him.

“So you’re a biter, baby.” He sounds amazed.

I bite him again, only harder, and I release a beast.

“You want it rough, huh? Well get ready, get ready to scream my name and have my marks all over you. I’m gonna give it to you hard and rough and I’ll love you at the same time. You move and I stop. I want you to lie there for me while I taste you and get your juices all over my face. I want to feast on you.”

He gives me one last kiss before making his way down my body with his mouth. He focuses on my breasts, sucking and biting them, just enough to get me
there,
and then moves downward. Anytime I move, he reminds me that he’ll stop if I don’t let him do what he wants. I whimper and try my best not to move, but the way he handles my body . . . let’s just say he’s had lots of practice and like he said, it was to prepare him for me.

Zane finally reaches down
there.
He leans back and make this noise in his throat.

“Damn, baby, you look so fuckin’ edible. You’re all wet and glistenin,’ just ready for me to dive in and fuck you with my tongue.”

I don’t even respond before he starts. He kisses the inside of my thighs and gently nips them, first one side and then the other, before making his way to my center. He traces the left side, gets to my clit and only
kisses
it. I protest when he leaves it, but don’t move. He moves to my right, nibbles, and traces up and down before once more getting to my center. My clit is now throbbing.

Instead of kissing, he uses his finger and rubs me almost to climax before backing off. I want to scream in frustration. Then I almost fly off the bed. His mouth is on my clit and he starts to suck it and when he bites it, I
explode.
I can feel myself pouring out and he’s lapping it up. I’m screaming and calling his name. Zane continues to eat me up until I feel drained. He passes his fingers over my sensitive center and looks at me.

His lips are covered in my wetness and when he moves to kiss me, I taste myself on him and I’m amazed at how much I like it. Never before have I done this—Jake would always wipe his mouth before kissing me—but Zane, he takes my mouth and owns it. Our tongues are swirling around each other and he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites me before leaning back to look at me.

“You like that?” He asks me. I can’t even answer so I nod my head. “That’s only the beginnin,’ love, and we have all night.”

He discards his clothes and quickly rolls on a condom, before pressing his body on mine. I can feel his hardness between my legs. If I move just right, his tip will be at my opening. He takes my mouth once more. He moves onto my shoulders and neck and starts all over again. My hands are in his hair, then I move them up and down his body. I use my nails on his back and when I reach his ass, I squeeze with just enough force to get his attention.

Zane looks into my eyes. “After this, Faith, there’s no turnin’ back. You’ll be mine forever and I’ll never let you go. You’ll belong to me, your body will belong to me, and only I will ever touch you again.”

I look back into his eyes and smile. He leans down, I assume to kiss me, but he doesn’t. He takes that spot right where my neck and shoulders meet, that spot that makes me shiver and almost come every time, and he bites me. As he bites me, he pushes himself into me and fills me up. My body arches up in pleasure. I call out his name . . .

“Mine,” he growls.

He leaves his mark on my neck.

It’s primal and I love it.

He thrusts in and out, gently at first and then faster and faster. The pressure is getting so strong that I scream at the top of my lungs when I explode around him. Soon he follows me, yelling out my name.

He collapses gently on me, making sure to keep his weigh from crushing me. Without losing his hold on me he flips over, taking me with him, and places me on top. I feel a kiss on my forehead before I let my tiredness take over. I hear him murmur, “I love you, baby.” Maybe wishful thinking on my part before everything goes black . . .

Zane

That was fucking explosive!

I knew it would be like this from the very beginning. She’s finally mine in every way but name. One day, I’ll make her my wife when she’s ready to accept me completely without fear and without secrets between us. I have just one little secret that I’ve kept from her. It’s one that could break us and I can’t let that happen.

Never.

I can never lose her because I love her more than life itself and I know she loves me too. She’d never have given herself to me otherwise. It’s up to me to keep us together because apart is not an option. I’ve waited too long—she’s my redemption, my reward, my treasure, my world.

My love.

Always and forever.

There’s a loud buzzing sound and it’s waking me up.

What is that annoying noise and will someone please shut it up?

Through my foggy thoughts I hear Zane answer. “‘Lo?”

I guess it was the phone. I’m snuggling back into the bed to go back to sleep when—“Mornin,’ princess, your mommy is right here . . . I can’t wait to see you either . . . I love you too, honey.”

When I hear this, I come wide awake. Oh my, it is early morning and Zane just answered a call from one of the girls. What are they going to think?

I’m freaking out inside when he hands me the phone.

“It’s Skylar, baby.”

I take the phone and watch him get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I place the phone to my ear, taking a deep breath to calm myself down and start talking to my baby.

“Hey, Peanut, how’s your mornin’?”

“Hi, Momma! Why is Zane there with you early in the morning? Did he sleep over?” She sounds close to tears.

“Yes, sweetie, he stayed here last night but if it’s gonna upset you, he won’t be doing it any more, okay?” I say, trying to reassure my daughter.

“It’s not fair!” She cries out.

“Oh, please don’t cry!” I exclaim, close to tears.

This is how Zane finds me when he comes back. He takes me in his arms, silently asking what’s wrong. I whisper, “Skylar is crying because you answered the phone.” He holds me tighter. I don’t want to imagine not being in his arms but my daughters come first. If they don’t like him or the fact that he’s here with me, then I’m going to have to let him go. Just thinking about that hurts.

“It’s not fair that Zane gets to be there when I’m not there! Why can’t he sleep over when I’m home? Why?!”

“Skylar, what are you sayin’?” I ask, silently hoping that she means what I think she means.

“Momma, I’m sayin’ I want to be there. Zane never spends the night when we’re there. I want to wake up and have him there. He gives me anything I want for breakfast and he takes me places—he takes me to get ice cream and other yummy stuff.”

I let out a huge sigh of relief at her words. She’s not upset because she doesn’t want him here; she’s upset because she wants to be here too. I send a silent prayer up above.
Thank you, Lord.

“Okay, we’ll talk about this later. How is everything, sweetie? Are you listenin’ to Nana and Papa? I miss you bunches.”

“Of course I’m listenin,’ Momma. You know I’m a good listener. I have my room all to myself. Papa made hamburgers and cheesy fries for dinner last night.
Yummy!
Today, I’m goin’ ice skatin’ while Rylee is at camp. I’m havin’ lots of fun, Momma, but I miss you and I miss Zane too.”

“I can’t wait till you get back, sweetie. I’m glad you’re having fun; just remember not to eat too much candy because you’ll get a tummy ache. I love you always and forever.”

“I love you too, Momma. Give Zane a kiss for me, please,” she tells me.

“Okay, I will,” I say, chuckling at my little girl. “I need to speak with your sister, is she there?”

“RYLEE! MOMMA’S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!”

I pull the phone away from my ear. Skylar’s just about burst my eardrum. Zane just chuckles and kisses my forehead. I lean into him and savor his arms around me. I’ve missed this so much—being held first thing in the morning, feeling safe and that sense of belonging.

“Bye, Momma. Here’s Rylee. Love you and Zane!” I hear her scuttle away as Rylee takes the phone.

“Hey, Momma,” Rylee says. “I just heard that Zane’s there. Well, with Skylar’s lung capacity, everyone here knows that Zane is there
and
Josilyn’s on the phone with Mrs. Jackie, so within the next hour, the whole world will know he spent the night,” she says, laughing.

“Great. I’m glad my love life is amusing and entertaining everyone,” I say sarcastically. “How are things goin’? Is Josilyn enjoyin’ the stay? Are you nervous about camp? Is Josilyn? Tell me
everything!
”

She laughs at me but still answers.

“Things are going well. Papa made burgers and cheesy fries for the peanut because she
just had
to have some or she would
starve.
Josilyn was in awe of the house, but is getting over that and sees that Nana and Papa are normal grandparents that spoil us rotten. Am I nervous? Hmmm . . . yes and no. I have butterflies in my stomach but I’m also anxious to get goin.’ Once I get out there, everything will become alright. As long as I’m on the field, I can do anything. Plus, Aunt Julia is gonna be there—which is nice since I’ll know a coach—but at the same time, they’ll all be expectin’ a lot from me. Josilyn is kinda freakin’ out since this is her first camp.”

“Well, you knew from the very beginnin’ that those trainers were gonna be expectin’ a lot from you. Sometimes it stinks havin’ me as your momma. But you’ve already made a name for yourself on your own, and I’m so proud of you. Soccer is your passion; don’t let anything get to you. You’re gonna be amazin.’ Show them what you got and blow their socks off with your soccer skills. Tell Josilyn she’s gonna rock. She’s gonna be awesome; tell her to just go out there and play her best, and everything will fall into place. Did Nana get you your purple Skittles?”

“I will, Momma. Yes, Nana got me my Skittles. A
huge
bag. I didn’t know they made bags that big,” she says, chuckling. “She said the bigger the bag, the better the luck.”