Leap of Faith (La Flor #1) by Ml Rodriguez

words. I want him. No, I need him. I need him so freaking much.
    “Zane, I need more. Give me your mouth one more time, I need you.” I try turning back, but he doesn’t let me. He holds me in place and starts to dance.
    “No, Faith. That’s all you’re gettin’ until after our talk tomorrow. I want you to want me, to desire me, to crave me. I want you to be mine. So, tomorrow, baby—after tomorrow, I’ll give you anything you want.”

Zane
    Well, fuck! Now I’m hard as a fucking rock and I’ll find no release until I take care of myself at my place, after I make sure Faith is safely in her house. Regardless, it’s all worth it. She wants me as much as I want her. I just have to make sure she agrees to be mine before I break down and give her the physical release she desires.
    When I finally take her completely, it’ll be because she’s truly mine at last.
     

 
     
    I was definitely not a happy camper last night after Zane had me all hot and bothered with his kisses and his sensually descriptive talk. Man, does he know how to talk to me. How to make me crave his touch.
    Following our mind-blowing kiss, he bought me a couple more drinks and we danced until the club closed for the night. The entire time, I was in his arms and I loved how safe I felt there—I knew no harm would come to me while I was there with him.
    After leaving the club, he drove us back home and made sure Julia and I got inside in one piece. Both of us had had a little too much to drink so we needed help stumbling into my house without waking the girls. I really should’ve taken some Aleve and a whole bottle of water before falling face down in my bed. Now, it’s morning and I’m paying for my night of fun.
    “Momma! Momma! Mooommmmaaa!” Skylar shrieks as she comes running down the hall to my room.
    “Ggggmmmmm,” I hear beside me. “Oh, God . . . please. Stop yelling.”
    I turn and see Julia next to me. Guess she was too tired to get to the guest room. Damn, we must both look a fright this morning. I see she fell asleep with her make-up on and now it’s all over her face. I don’t remember taking mine off, either; hopefully Skylar doesn’t think a monster is sleeping in Momma’s bed.
    “Momma! Wake up!” She hollers, storming into my room and jumping onto the bed. Good thing I know her different yells—I can decipher that the house isn’t burning down. This is her “I’m excited” yell.
    “I’m up, sweetie,” I half say, half groan. I’m getting too old for late nights like this.
    “Please go back to sleep, darlin,’” Julia begs Skylar. “It’s too early in the morning for this. Let Aunty Julia get a little more rest, please, baby. Have mercy on me. Why don’t you drag your momma outta here and let me go back nighty-night?”
    That witch. I’ll remember this and one day I’ll get my revenge, I silently vow.
    “Don’t be silly, Aunty Julia. “It’s not early; the clock’s little hand is on the nine and the big hand is on the six. And, the clock on the stove says nine-three-zero. That’s late.”
    “Oh, God . . .” I hear Julia moan.
    “Momma, there’s a man in our house. He wants to see you. Can we keep him, Momma?” She asks excitedly. “He looks like one of my Disney princes, only way bigger. Can we keep him? Please, Momma. Please . . .” she says with her hands clasped together underneath her chin, begging.
    “What?” I’m suddenly wide awake and jumping out of bed. “What man in our house? Where is he?” All kinds of crazy scenarios are running through my head as I quickly throw some clothes on.
    “Relax, Momma,” Rylee says as she comes into my room. “It’s just Josilyn’s uncle, you little peanut, and I told you that too. Don’t be scarin’ Momma like that, you little bugger. And you can’t keep people. It’s just not done.”
    “Don’t call me bugger!” Skylar cries at her sister and then turns back to me, making those cute puppy eyes that I find irresistible. “But