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She swayed and he clamped one arm
around her waist, twisted her round and stretched her out on the sofa.

“I can’t repay the compliment if you
insist on being fully dressed.”

His laugh was deep, rich and intensely
arousing.

Bethany had never imagined she could
get wet just from a man’s laugh. But hearing Zachary laugh as he unbuttoned his
shirt made her sex tingle even harder as liquid pleasure slicked her.

At the first sight of his smooth, chiseled
chest, desire slammed through her. She felt her eyes widen as she took him in.
His shoulders were
powerful,
easily fit enough to support
her legs as he slammed into her. Arms, corded with sleek muscle, flexed as he
reached for his zipper. His breathing turned ragged. When she looked into his
eyes, his gaze was fixed on her.

“You lick your lips like that when you
watch my body and one of us will end up paying a very steep price.”

With a start, Bethany realized that was
exactly what she’d been doing. “I can’t help it. You’re gorgeous,” she blurted.

He inhaled sharply, as if she’d
surprised him. His movements were slightly jerky as he shucked off his shoes
and socks and stepped out of his trousers.

Gloriously naked, Zachary Savage was a
pure work of art. But Bethany’s gaze was riveted on the heavy length of his
cock, which he now gripped as he gazed hungrily down at her body.

Jesus,
he was big!
A spike of apprehension pierced her
desire causing a shiver to run through her body.

He noticed and stepped closer. Lowering
himself over her, he kissed her until the apprehension melted away. “You don’t
need to worry, beautiful Bethany. I’ll take care of you.”

His hand slid over her breast as he
sealed his mouth over hers again. Pleasure ricocheted through her as he tweaked
her nipple then drifted lower over her abdomen. Gentle fingers traced the seam
of her panties then dipped lower.

One thick finger grazed her clit. Her
hips jerked so violently, she almost dislodged his hand.

“Christ, you’re so responsive,” he
groaned against her mouth, then dipped his finger again, teasing, torturing,
delivering pleasure that sent fire rushing over nerves.

His mouth left hers, nipping at her
earlobe before sucking on it. Down below, his one finger joined the other and
commenced a steady, relentless rhythm.

“Zach! Oh, God!” Her thighs shook then
widened to accommodate him, her hips rocking into a rhythm of their own as her
pleasure escalated.

Zach’s mouth trailed lower, captured
one nipple and pulled it deep into his mouth. She cried out as his thumb
replaced his finger in an ever-increasing friction that made stars explode
behind her lips. One finger dipped inside her pussy. Her muscles clenched
immediately around him, gripping with wild need as blistering hunger tore
through her.

“What a greedy cunt you have. Do you want
more? Do you want another finger? Hmm?” His tongue swirled around her wet
nipple, his hot breath washing over her flesh as he spoke.

“Yes! Please…yes.”

“Greedy girl. My lovely, greedy,
exquisite Peaches.” He finger-fucked her slowly as the words tumbled from his
lips.

But still he only used one finger.

“Zach…”

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“More…I want more of that.”

One finger joined the other. Her
muscles stretched as her hips rode him faster, faster, her breath coming in
choppy sobs. When her head started to thrash on the cushion, he speared his
fingers into her hair and held her still.

“Look at me, Bethany. I want to see how
fantastic you look when you come.”

Her mouth dropped open on a gasp as
sensation rocked through her.

Silver eyes speared into hers, giving
her no chance of looking away. Expert fingers sank deeper into her, curling
just at the right angle to hit her where she most needed it.

She screamed as the first wave hit her.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Give it up for
me, Peaches.”

Her hips bucked wildly as a tidal wave
of pleasure ripped through her. Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his
head and took one nipple between his teeth, biting down on the hard tip. She
came harder, unbelievably finding her orgasm prolonged as he tortured her flesh.

He pulled his fingers out of her and
used the pad of his hand to smear the slick wetness over her sex. Then he went
to work again, rubbing her whole sex with a firm pressure that made her pulse
spike higher.

“Jesus…Zach…I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Just immerse yourself in
it, baby. Your body is dying to experience it again. See how your hips are
fucking my hand?”

Shocked, she looked down and watched
her hips roll into his hand in perfect symmetry to his rubbing. “Don’t deny
yourself. Just let it go.”

Her body felt light and leaden all at
once. Her breasts ached with a need so acute that she cupped them to ease the
pain.

“God, yes. Play with them. Show me how
you’ll cup them for me when I put my cock between them.”

Dirty words had never been in her
sexual repertoire. But suddenly Bethany couldn’t get enough. She showed him
what he wanted. His breath hissed out as his eyes darkened with stark need as
she caught her nipples between her fingers and teased them. He licked his lips
again as her fingers caught and squeezed her nipples.

Heat gripped her abdomen as the
onslaught of another orgasm slammed into her. Overwhelmed by the intensity of
it, her eyes started to drift shut.

“Bethany!” His voice was a sharp
command.

Panting, she raised her eyes to his.
“I’m coming…oh, God, please…I’m coming!”

“Watch me, baby. See how much I love
watching you come.”

He rubbed harder, his eyes darkening
and his mouth dropping open as her pleasure became his. Plumping her clit over
and over, he drew every ounce of sensation from her. All through it, he kept
his eyes locked on hers, his teeth savaging his lower lip as he lost himself in
her pleasure.

The emotion that he drew from her was
so intense that tears spiked her eyes as she climaxed. Her scream ended in a
sob, her shaking uncontrollable as he gathered her into his arms.

“Oh, God,” she murmured, unable to stop
the tremors.

“Shhh, baby.” He smoothed his hand down
her sides for long minutes, soothing her until she was mindless, floating on a
sea of post-orgasmic bliss. “Relax back on the sofa and spread your legs wider
for me. I’m going to lick you now.”

Bethany jerked, her comfort and peace
shot to pieces at the image that slammed into her head. “What?”

He reared over her, big and powerful
and so impossibly beautiful, renewed shock slammed through her at the thought
that she was really here, with him.

“I’ve been dying to taste you since you
walked into my office two days ago. Don’t ask me to wait any longer.”

He started to lower the panties which
were soaked with her orgasms.

“Zach, I can’t…I’m not….”

“It’s okay, I know you’re not ready
yet. I won’t make you come again just yet. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
 
He pulled her panties off and tossed
them away.

As he rearranged himself between her
thighs, Bethany’s gaze slid to the rock-hard erection that almost touched his
navel.

“You made me think you were right on
the edge. But you’re not, are you?”

His smile was wicked and stunningly
gorgeous. “You have no idea how close I am, baby. But making you come and witnessing
your pleasure was more important to me. I just want to make you happy.”

Her breath caught at the simple,
powerful words.

She looked around in a daze as Zach
lifted one leg and placed it over the top of the sofa.

How the hell had she lucked out like
this? What had she done to deserve one of the most virile, mesmerizingly beautiful
men in the world, preparing to lick her to the brink of another orgasm?

His dark head lifted suddenly and he
locked his gaze on her. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking what the hell did I do to
deserve you?” she blurted.

His squeezed her thigh and looked down
at her exposed sex. “Fuck, no. That should be my thought. Because you’re a
prize any man would kill for, Bethany. But you’re here, right now, with me.”

“Not every man,” she said, the pain of
memory ripping through her. When he tensed, she cursed herself for being unable
to totally push away the unwanted ghosts, for ruining this incredible moment.

But it was too late. Zachary’s eyes had
sharpened with interest.

“Who was he?” he asked, as he arranged
her other leg over the wide seat.

“Nobody…he was…”

“Tell me,” he insisted, his hard hands
squeezing her thigh in deadly command.

“His name was…is Chris. We went to
college together. Moved to New York together. I thought we were… we would be…”

“He hurt you?”

Breath
shaking out, she tried to look away, but his gaze compelled hers. “Yes. He hurt
me very badly.”

“Fuck him. He’s an asshole for letting
you go…” His heated gaze slid over her, until it burned between her legs again.
“For letting this go, but I’m glad he’s gone. Because you’re mine now
..
All mine.” The possessiveness in his tone would’ve
shocked her had she not been in a daze. “Say it, Bethany.”

“I’m…I’m yours,” she whispered.

Satisfaction spread over his face as he
lowered his body between her legs. He slid his hands under her hips until he
gripped her waist from beneath. The sight of his powerful hands holding her
down for his ministrations blew her mind.

Of course, it was nothing compared to
the first, lazy slide of his tongue up the wall of her sex or the sheer
pleasure on his face as he licked his lips at the first taste of her.

“Fucking gorgeous. Christ, Peaches, I
could eat you all day.”

She felt her blush wash over her chest
and shoot up into her face. He laughed at her embarrassment and resumed licking
her. He was careful to avoid her clit, already so attuned to her that he knew
one touch would send her rocketing sky high. Not a bad thing, but she was
genuinely scared another orgasm this soon would blow her mind.

Zach was right. His languid attention
brought her pulse rate down enough for her to enjoy watching what he was doing
to her. Time ceased to matter as he pleasured her with slow, sure strokes.

After what seemed an age, he kissed the
inside of her thigh, and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Feeling better?”

“Yes…I like that. It feels nice.”

He smiled, his tension from a little
while ago all gone. “I know. But I’m going to fuck you now, baby. It’ll feel
nice, too. I promise.”

Chapter Eight

Before she could respond, he plunged
two fingers inside her. Her hips arched off the sofa as sensation ramped up
high, higher than before.

He lapped her clit with his tongue
while he flexed his fingers, stretching her. Readying her for his possession.

With his free hand, he lazily plucked a
condom from his trouser pocket.

Eyes on her, he ripped the condom with
his teeth and flared it over the wide, engorged head of his cock.

It struck her how practiced he seemed
at that but the thought was washed away a second later when his fingers slid
out and plunged back in.

“You’re so wet for me,” he crooned with
satisfaction. “So gorgeous.”

He finished rolling on the condom and
stretched over her, his golden body a stunning landscape that dried her mouth.
When he fused his mouth to hers, Bethany immediately opened, her need for him
bordering on insanity.

The wide crown of his cock nudged her
and she shuddered. “Zach…”

“I love the way you say my name. You
moan it in a way that makes me want to fuck it out of you again and again.”

“Do it. Now,” she begged.

“Ah, darling. How can I resist an
invitation like that, hmm?”

He slid into her, one perfect inch at a
time until she was stretched so tight that she hovered on the border between
pleasure and pain.

“I’ll take care of you, Bethany. But
you need to tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

Pleasure screaming through her, she
nodded. She gripped his hips as he pressed into her, undulating in a stunningly
smooth motion that made her even wetter.

Her renewed slickness made him groan.
“Jesus, you know what that does to me?” he moaned.

Plunging deeper, he buried himself
almost to the hilt. No matter how long he’d prepared her, she still couldn’t
take all of him. When she whimpered, he drew back but immediately, she felt
empty. “No! Please, give it to me.”

He slid himself back into her tight
sheath, causing another shudder to rake through her as he stretched her.

“You love what I’m doing to you?”

“God…yes! It’s…you’re unbelievable.”

He captured her hands in his and placed
them above her head while he sucked her lower lip into her his mouth. “Good,
things are about to get a whole lot nicer.”

His cocky reassurance pulled a choked
laugh out of her, even as her pulse shot up once again.

Zachary Savage fucked like he had all
the time in the world. Sure, long, expert strokes that left a trail of fire all
the way along her passage, a fire he had every intention of stoking with each
lazy stroke. He licked her lower lip, then grazed his way to her jaw before
capturing one earlobe. A quick bite had her gasping for breath.

“Jesus. Is there any part of you that
doesn’t respond to my touch? On second thought, don’t answer that. I want to
find out for myself.”

His stroked increased in frequency, her
hitched cries seeming to excite him. But still he maintained absolute control
over his strokes.

Beneath him, sensation built. Heat
flooded her, burning, consuming her as his cock filled her with each thrust.
“Zach…I don’t know how much more I can take. I want…I want…”

“Not yet.” He sealed his mouth over
hers, licked his tongue into her mouth before releasing her. “Let me fuck you
some more. Just a little while longer. You feel so good, baby. So soft.”

Bethany wondered how he could keep such
expert control when she could already feel her mind begin to fracture as
pleasure consumed her. The stark hunger on his face told another story. He was
intent on devouring her, on extracting every single ounce of pleasure from her.
Then extracting some more.

The idea that he wanted her this much
blew her mind. But the evidence was right there in his face. He was as insane
with pleasure as she was, his sculpted chest beginning to expand and contract
as he took increasingly rapid breaths.

“Put your legs around me.” She complied
but he shook his head, his eyes blazing a savage demand. “Tighter. I want to feel
your legs gripping me the way your hungry cunt is gripping my cock.”

Her thighs shook as she clenched them
tight. The move forced him deeper into her on the next stroke, taking pleasure
to a whole new level.

Her jagged scream made his eyes darken.
“Tell me how that feels.”

“Incredible. Oh, God, Zach, more,
please, fuck me harder!”

Her throaty demand seemed to crack the
last of his control. One hand still trapping hers above her head, he gripped
her ass with the other and slammed into her.

His lips parted on a pained grimace as
he increased his thrusts. Perspiration sheened both their bodies as they
writhed together, racing towards the promise of mind-blowing release.

“Bethany! Fuck!”

He slammed into her, harder than
before. She screamed, her lids heavy from near-delusional pleasure.

“No, baby,” he commanded. “Eyes on me.
Watch what you do to me. See how insane fucking you has driven me.”

His eyes were crazy with lust, flames
bursting through as stark need clenched his jaw tight.

“Oh,” she gasped, so unbelievably
turned on by the knowledge of what she’d done to him that she screamed harder.

His smile was almost sadistically smug.
“Like that, do you? Do you love that you have me at your mercy? Do you love
knowing that I’d rather die than stop now? That I’d rather stop breathing than
stop fucking you right now?”

“Yes! Oh, God…” The orgasm took her by
surprise even though she’d known she was close. It rippled through her like the
beginnings of an earthquake. All the way down her spine to coil tight within
her belly. He drank her keening moan with a searing kiss.

“Just like that baby. I’m so close.”

His nostrils pinched together as he
reared back and hooked his gaze on hers.

“Zach!”

“Yes, Peaches. Now! Right fucking now!”

He slammed into her once, twice. His teeth
bared on a savage growl as her orgasm ripped through her. Spasming wildly
beneath him, Bethany heard her screams echo through the large room and bounce
off the walls.

“
Jesus!”
His gorgeous hair fell over his forehead, framing his stunning face as he bucked
wildly on top of her, spurting his long, endless release inside her.

The pleasure-pain reflected in his eyes
made her want to touch him, kiss him. When she struggled against his hold, he
finally set her free.

Pushing his hair back, she levered
herself up and kissed his mouth, her eyes still wide open and connected with
his. His groan was long and deep, the connection searing, unlike anything she’d
ever experienced before.

A feeling of vulnerability crept over
her. Absurdly, she felt as if Zach was looking deep into her soul, and allowing
her a glimpse into his. She saw beauty, pleasure…and pain.

He broke the connection first, his head
dropping down until his forehead touched hers. Their breaths mingled as he slid
his arms around her shoulder and pulled her close.

Her thighs shook with tension and she
loosened her hold on him.

“Did I say you could let me go?” he
demanded, but his lips curved in a smile against her shoulder.

“I’m so liquid right now, not all the
ballet training in the world can make me keep this pose.”

His head slowly lifted, his eyes
gleaming with keen interest. “You’re a trained ballerina?”

“Was. Unfortunately, my ass started to
grow when I was fourteen and hasn’t stopped growing. I had to give up hopes of
becoming a world-famous prima ballerina and settle for being a
not-so-world-famous events organizer.”

His interest grew. “So just
how…flexible are you?” The question was so blatantly
sexual,
she felt her barely lowered pulse spike higher again.

“Why do you want to know?” she asked,
despite the blush creeping over her skin.

“Because I want to know just
how…adventurous we can get together.
”
Lust slid over
his face. He licked his lips in a purely predatory way that made her stomach
muscles clench hard.

Unbelievably, he started to get hard again
inside her.

At her shaky breath, he grimaced. “Let’s
continue this in the shower. I want to know all about your dreams of becoming a
ballerina. And the hot topic of your ass growing.”

He laughed at the glare she gave him. A
moment later, they both groaned as he pulled out of her.

Zach reared back and looked down her
pink sex. “You’re so fucking beautiful down there. I could eat you all over
again.”

Her visible shudder made him laugh,
even as he drifted his knuckles over her still tingling sex.

“But first, a shower. And some food for
you.”

He stood up and held his hand to her.

As Bethany followed his tall, lean
body, she tried to make sense of the myriad emotions tumbling through her.

She’d just experienced the most
incredible sexual episode of her life. Elation, confusion and trepidation fought
within her.

***

Zach sensed her roiling emotions as he
led her to the bathroom.

Heck,
he
was still reeling from what had just happened on the living room
sofa. He’d never come so hard for so long.

And that command for her to look into
his eyes as he came? Where the hell had that come from? The last thing he
wanted was for any woman to look into his soul.

The blackness of his soul and the
barren echoes of pain that had been a part of him for so long he hardly noticed
them anymore—these were the last things he wanted to share with Bethany;
this sweet, slightly vulnerable yet brave woman who hadn’t run a mile when
she’d caught a glimpse of the sort of man he was underneath the civilized gloss.

But somehow, in fucking Bethany, the
need to connect with her at that point had become visceral, necessary. His need
for her had certainly been enough to propel him onto another Indigo Lounge trip
after he’d sworn never to set foot on one of his planes again.

And, boy, had it almost blown his cock
off with the intensity of it.

His cock, which had woken again when
she’d mentioned her ass and her former intention to be a ballerina, grew
harder.

As they passed a large cheval mirror,
he glanced at her reflection, saw her flushed body still sweaty from their exertions
and fought not to flatten her against the wall and fuck her all over again.

Time, she needed a little time to
recover.

Truth
be
told,
so did he.

He still hadn’t shaken off the residual
panic he’d felt when he’d returned to find her gone. The sense of loss and
disappointment had been so acute he’d wondered whether he’d lost his mind. He’d
been in the process of calling his security people to track her down when she’d
turned up. That in
itself
stunned the hell out of him.

When had he felt this strongly enough
about any woman enough to track her down after she’d walked away from him?

Never.

And yet the thought of Bethany Green, a
woman he’d known for barely two days, walking away from him—

Soft hands touched his back and his
mind melted.

Whirling, he faced her in front of the
mirror.

Blue eyes, lightening now she wasn’t
caught in the maelstrom of sensation, stared up at him. When they dropped to
his mouth, heat shot into his groin.

The unabashed way she wanted him
excited him more than he’d been excited in a very long time. Her eyes flicked
to his again and he saw the hesitation in their depths.

He cupped her face and tilted her head
up. “You don’t have to be afraid to tell me what you want, Bethany. You hold
nothing back between us. If you want to kiss me, you kiss me. Whatever you
want, you take it. Because I sure as hell won’t be holding back when it comes
to you. Understood?”

Her eyes widened, this time with
excitement and a hint of that trepidation he’d seen earlier. Whatever her
asshole of her ex had done to her, he’d made her doubt her sexuality and
femininity. He barely stopped himself from cursing and waited for her to
answer. When she didn’t, he passed his thumb over her lower lip. Felt it
trembled beneath his touch.

“Bethany? Tell me what you want.”

She sucked in a huge breath. “You. I
want you so badly I can’t understand it. We just had sex and yet I want you
again. Like right now—”

Relief smashed through his chest. Sex
he could deal with, even if this brand of crazy sex held something new he
wasn’t altogether familiar with.

Grinning, he kissed her. “Glad you feel
that way, baby. I wouldn’t want you to think I was a crazy sex-obsessed monster
who devours orgasms for breakfast.”