[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
When Zane Miller is diagnosed with Hodgkin's disease, it only adds to his dark and surly personality. Now shattered and consumed with resentment, Zane struggles with the obstacles of his recovery. His new neighbor, the light and airy Meg Sullivan, makes it her holistic mission to save him. Zane recoils in annoyance.
A bet is placed at a card game on the last night of drinking prior to the start of Zane's treatments. Meg's loss turns into a rebirthing, awakening her once-dormant sexuality. As Zane battles the side effects of his chemotherapy and begins to recover, he finds himself opening up to Meg, soaking up her positive spirit like the warmth of the sun. For Meg, Zane breathes new life into her small world, giving her a sense of purpose. Will Zane's remission lead back to his dark, isolated world? Or will he grab hold of the lovely light that Meg has shown him?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Up close and naked, he was overwhelming. Zane’s skin was firm to the touch and tight, wrapping around all the dips and curves of a well-maintained body. The way his hard muscle held all that ink had Meg all hot and bothered. His cock was long, slender, and smooth, pulsating with a need that Meg now owned—for the time being, at least. Zane had rough edges, but just below, under all that ink, was desire, an urge that matched hers.
His stormy eyes had her captivated. He searched through her, wanting to see if he was making good on their bet. The head of his cock lightly pressed at her entrance. One hand gripped her shoulder, the other her hip. His gruff words vibrated down her spine.
“Tilt your hips more.” He pushed into her, thrusting deep, splintering her apart. His head fell back, his tone raspy. “Fuck yeah! Come on, Meg, move with me. You’re so hot, wet, and tight.” He filled her, branding her insides with a pleasant burn. Their hips met, grinding, knocking. His heady scent rose between them, knitting with her sweetened fragrance. He cupped her cheek, aligning their eyes.
“You’re beautiful, so elegant, your body, Christ, Meg.” He pulled her close, his cock driving harder, deeper. No man had ever said such words to her. Zane’s hands moved under her ass, her skin sticking on the stool. He shifted her with ease, adhering them together. Meg squirmed to get closer. His strong chest rubbed against hers, an elaborate friction that had ignited into flames between them. She hung onto his neck. Her clit throbbed, her orgasm ready to burst like a storm cloud. Should she wait for him? His strained words answered her thoughts. Zane’s chest heaved, his voice hard.
“Don’t wait for me, Meg, ’cause I’ve been waiting for you.” He looked down into her eyes, his hair dark, stiff points. His eyes flashed. “When you’re ready—I know you are, the way your pussy’s cradling my cock, fuck! I can’t take much more.” His hips pumped into her, stretching her with a delectable sting. It was a sharp pleasure but one they both needed.
It was a wet runway, giving way to a slippery slope. With every brush of Zane’s cock over her clit, Meg slipped a little bit more. He angled his hips, pouring into her hard. His face creased in concentration. She was there, a tingling, swelling sensation she’d never felt. She lifted her legs, the shift in their bodies giving him more access. She locked her legs behind his back.
“That’s just too good,” Zane called out, gritting his teeth. “Fuck!” Meg’s legs twitched. Every muscle went tight, burning.
“Oh. My. God!” Her nails dug into his back. She opened her legs now, spreading wider. Her body shook. Her pussy contracted around his cock. Their breathy moans echoed through the dark apartment.