Four Play by Maya Banks, Shayla Black Page B

blades. Just one gentle kiss, but it evoked powerful longing inside her. She liked being so treasured by these men. She loved the care they took with her even when they were being rough and raunchy.
    Their last escapade had been hot and breathless. A thrill ride that never stopped until the very end. This . . . this was slow, sweet lovemaking, and it unhinged her.
    “I love your ass,” Tate murmured as he moved his hands back to cup her buttocks. “It’s absolutely perfect. Full, lush. I love to watch you walk. I especially love fucking you and watching it move every time I thrust into you. I love fucking you, Zoe. It’s absolutely, goddamn perfect.”
    A knot formed in her throat. Swelled rapidly until it was all she could do to breathe around it. What was he doing to her?
    He pushed forward again, still in no hurry, his strokes gentle, but he filled her. He leaned down to brush his mouth across her back again and she moaned.
    She wanted his mouth on hers. She wanted to taste him, feel his tongue duel with hers. She wanted him to run his lips over her neck, especially her neck, and then she wanted him to suck her breasts in those slow, gentle movements he was showing her now.
    She didn’t want sex with him. She wanted to make love with him.
    He rocked against her a little faster now, his hips pressing against her ass with each thrust. He’d grown quiet, and she could hear the harsh sounds of his breaths escaping onto her back.
    “I want you to come with me, Zoe. Tell me what I need to do,” he bit out.
    “Kiss me again,” she whispered. She was already so close. So very close.
    He thrust hard into her and then leaned down to run his tongue up her spine. Near the top he kissed her again, his mouth exceedingly gentle against her flesh.
    She tightened around him, gripping his cock as her orgasm started as a light flutter and then floated through her with wicked, sweet intensity.
    “Ah, Zoe,” he groaned out. He pulled back and then thrust again, harder this time. His movements picked up speed and force until the couch creaked underneath them.
    She closed her eyes again and let out a cry as she unraveled from the inside out. Heat bloomed in her pussy and fanned outward, racing through her body like an inferno.
    He pushed into her one last time and stood there shuddering against her, his hands gripping her ass. Gradually his grip lessened and then he rested his cheek against her back, his breath blowing over her skin.
    “I’m crushing you,” he said apologetically as he stepped back.
    He carefully pulled out of her body, and the release of his cock sent another aftershock of pure pleasure singing through her body.
    She started to push herself up, but Tate leaned over and pulled her into his arms. He eased her over the arm of the couch until her feet hit the floor and she was facing him.
    Their eyes met, and as if he had heard her innermost thoughts, he leaned in, hesitantly at first, but when she didn’t pull away, his lips met hers.
    She melted into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. It was everything she imagined it would be.
    Gentle, yet demanding. His tongue brushed her lips, a request for her to open to him. She parted her lips and met the slide of his tongue with hers.
    She sighed and let him deepen the kiss until her mouth was fused solidly with his, their tongues tangling in a warm rush. Man, but he could kiss.
    When he finally pulled away, she stared up at him, her sight a little fuzzy. She swayed, and he smiled as he put out a hand to steady her.
    “Yeah, me too,” he murmured. “You do that to me, Zoe.”
    Remembering they had an audience, she turned in search of Chase. What would he think? What had he thought?
    But it wasn’t reproach she found in Chase’s warm gaze. It was approval and desire. And love. For her. Like her, he might not have said it, but she could feel it reaching over the length of the room. There was no doubt in this moment that he didn’t