by Zara Cox
“Sex god.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sex god. That’s what I thought you were the moment I saw you.”
He felt his grin widen. “And I thought you were going to leave before I got the chance to get my mouth on that juicy cunt of yours.”
Her husky laugh made him harder. “You thought I would leave?”
“You stood in that goddamn doorway for so long, I thought you’d turned into a statue. Then you walked in and Johnny Boy Band got his horn-dog eyes on you, I wanted to smash his teeth in.”
“Jason is a sweet guy.”
An unpleasant feeling threatened to ruin his mood. “He wanted to fuck you. I wanted to smash his face in.”
Her smile dimmed a little and he realized he’d nearly growled his response. But he didn’t take it back. The parts of himself he could reveal to Bethany needed to be revealed up close and immediately. He didn’t want there to be any misapprehension when it came to what he wanted.
“Does that worry you?” he asked, holding his breath for her answer.
“I don’t know. No one’s felt that way about me before.” Again pain shadowed her eyes.
Again he fought back his curse. “I feel that way about you now. I’m insanely possessive about you. The thought of any other guy getting close to this,” he pulled back to gaze over the perfection of her body, “makes me insane.”
“We’ve known each other barely two days, Zach.”
“I knew how I felt before I even saw your face.”
Her breath fractured. “What…what are you saying?”
“That I don’t know what the hell this is. But no other guy is going to come near you while we figure it out.”
“And how exactly are we going to figure it out? I don’t even know where you live or if I’ll see you again once this trip is over.”
“You’ll see me. That I can promise you.”
Questions filled her eyes. Questions he wasn’t quite ready to answer yet because he hadn’t figured out the answers yet. And especially when his cock was fired up strongly enough to hammer nails. Tugging her after him, he resumed his journey to the bathroom.
Her fingers jerked in his when they entered the bathroom. He glanced at her to find her eyes riveted on the wide bath, her features pale.
“What is it?”
“I don’t do bath tubs…”
Zach tugged her close and drifted his mouth over her jaw and neck. “For what I have in mind, the shower is better.”
He felt her relief and pulled back. “What exactly do you have against bath tubs?”
She shook her head, her hands sliding up his chest as she leaned in closer. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, if you don’t mind?”
“I do mind. But I’ll let you distract me with those delicious nipples you’re rubbing against my chest.”
He walked backward with her into the immense shower, programmed the temperature settings on the electronic panel and turned on the large, square showerhead. Six jets spewed warm water into the space where he directed them. He glanced over to the wide bench on the far side of the shower enclosure and dismissed it.
That would come later. For now, he had a more urgent wish.
“I’ve frisked that tight, plump ass of yours. I’ve held it as I fucked you just now on the sofa. But I haven’t actually seen it naked yet. So, Bethany Green, what say you turn around and show me that hot little ass of yours, huh?”
***
“There’s nothing little about it,” Bethany replied, the old insecurity about her ass rising to the fore despite the hungry heat in Zach’s eyes. “It’s ridiculously large.”
“Show me.” His hand drifted to his cock and grasped it. Bethany watched, mesmerized as he caressed it lazily, his tongue darting out to touch his lower lip.
The motion of him stroking his cock was so hypnotizing, she locked her knees to keep from sliding into a stupid puddle of need. When he made his demand again, she shook her head. He was so gorgeous and she…she couldn’t turn around.
“Zach…”
“Turn the fuck around. Now.” The demand was rough. Urgent.
Steam rose in the room, unfortunately not enough to provide any camouflage. But it was enough to raise her already soaring temperature.
“You make me come over there and you’ll regret it,” he warned.
She squeezed her eyes shut for several seconds. Then, slowly she turned, presenting her back and her worst feature to the probing gaze of the most beautiful man in the world.
Silence.
More silence.
Then… “Jesus, Bethany…how can you think…? Fuck!”
Her head whipped back, damp hair clinging to her cheeks as her gaze sought his. But he wasn’t staring into her face. His gaze was riveted on her ass, a look so reverent, so intensely awed, that it weakened her knees.
He couldn’t possibly love her ass…could he?
One step was all it took to bring him within touching distance of her. Instead he reached up to one side of the showerhead and plucked a bottle off the shelf. Bethany didn’t know what it contained because she couldn’t look away from the stark hunger stamped on his face.
He flicked open the top with his thumb and tilted the bottle.
Cool liquid landed on her lower back, making her gasp at the contrasting sensations.
Still without taking his eyes from her ass, he caressed his hand over his cock one more time, then began spreading the liquid all over her wet globes.
Sensation shot through her that had nothing to do with his heated touch, although that in and of itself threatened to blow her mind.
“What…what is that?”
“Shhh, don’t speak right now, baby. I’m in ass heaven.”
“Seriously? Ass heaven?”
He slapped her ass hard enough to sting, then groaned. “God, I just made your ass pink.” He slapped it again for good measure then reverently rubbed the lotion in, squeezing and caressing her flesh over and over.
With each caress, she felt her sex dampen, liquid heat oozing to join the cream of her earlier orgasm, making her slicker than she’d ever been in her life.
When Zachary gave an animalistic growl, she groaned with the eroticism of it. That finally drew his attention. Whatever he saw on her face made his silver eyes darken. He jerked forward and pressed his chest into her back. His growing stubble grazed her cheek as his sharp teeth caught her earlobe.
“Remember what I said about putting my cock between these sweet globes?”
“Yes?”
“Brace your hands on the wall, Peaches. I’m about to make good on my promise.”
She braced. He stepped forward.
The feeling of his hot, velvety, stiff cock sliding between her ass cheeks was the most sensational feeling in the world. Bethany’s mouth dropped open as her thighs trembled with the strength of her feelings.
“Jesus…how…?”
Zach gave a broken half laugh, half groan. “You feel it, too. It’s insane how good it feels, isn’t it?”
He pressed himself more deeply between her globes, slid his cock up and down. She’d never guessed how sensitive she was until she felt his cock head caress the space between her pussy and anus. At the first pass of his crown against her tight opening, she jerked as a different sensation spilled over her.
“You like that?”
“It feels…different.”
He slid over the entrance again, pressing the ridged and veined underside of his cock against her. Again, sensation weakened her knees.
The thought that she could like anal play had never even occurred to her. Despite her close relationship with her vibrator, she’d never been bold enough to venture past her pussy.
Now insanely erotic, and God, yes, frightening thoughts tumbled through her head.
Could she…?
She shook her head to dispel the thought. Zach laughed as if he’d read her mind.
“What are you thinking of, naughty girl?”
“Keep thinking those thoughts. Watching you blush all over makes me harder.”
She glanced around wildly, looking for something solid to hold on to.
“God, I love your ass. The way it cradles my cock. Look over your shoulder, baby, watch how great your ass looks.”
She glanced down over her shoulder and nearly lost her mind at the sight of Zach’s cock cradled between her butt cheeks. Her nipples tightened harder and her sex grew wetter, plumper with need.
His large hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pumped harder. The rough passes over her tight anus made her cry out. Unbelievably she felt an orgasm creep closer.
“Oh!”
He pressed her forward until her nipples grazed over the cool tiles with each thrust. Cold at her front, hot at her back. The contrasting sensation pulled her closer to the edge.
Zach’s ragged breathing told her he was close too. “Fuck, Peaches. This feels even better than I imagined.”
“Hmmm.” She couldn’t form coherent sentences anymore than she could stop the climax that encroached.
Releasing her hips, he cupped her jaw with one hand, and with the other he slid his fingers down her stomach to tease her clit.
The pressure on her jaw increased until her mouth opened. Still fucking her butt cheeks, he slowly slid two fingers inside her sweet heat and two in her mouth.
“Suck,” he instructed.
Too much. Much too much sensation tumbled her over the edge. As her cheeks hollowed from sucking his fingers, Bethany clamped her eyes shut and moaned her fiery hot release.
Several seconds later, Zach buried his face in her shoulder and shouted his own release as he spurted his hot semen all over her ass.
Strong arms banded around her as the showerheads jetted over them. When they could move without the aid of the shower wall, he grabbed another bottle, this time a shower gel. He washed her from head to toe, then washed himself before turning off the shower. She turned to grab a towel, presenting him with her back once more.
His groaned hiss made her freeze.
“Ah, Peaches, I can’t wait to show you my toy room in Marrakech.”
Chapter Nine
He was the most gorgeous man in the world. And he loved her ass.
Bethany suppressed an insanely elated giggle and looked up to find him watching her over the candle lit dinner table. They were out on their own private terrace high enough up to provide the utmost privacy. Paris twinkled below them on a carpet of lights and moving cars. Over Zach’s shoulder, the brilliantly lit iconic tower looked almost close enough to touch.
But it was the man who captivated her.
He wore black jeans and an indigo T-shirt that did amazing things to his eyes. His hair, still slightly damp from the shower, gleamed in the low light and she had to stop herself from reaching out to smooth back the thick swathe that caressed his forehead.
She’d learned very quickly that touching Zach hampered clear thinking. She’d barely made it into one of the short white off-the-sleeve sundresses she’d packed after casually caressing his chest as he’d walked past her in the bedroom.
The only thing that had saved her from another marathon sex session after he’d imprisoned her against the bedpost and proceeded to devour her mouth, had been the loud growling of her ravenous stomach.
Zach had ordered an oyster starter for them, followed by steaks with fries and salad for himself and a pasta carbonara for her. The accompanying Chardonnay had been heavenly, but it was the man sitting across from her who continued to make her insides zing every time she looked at him.
“What are you thinking?” she blurted, then kicked herself. She’d read in a magazine once that asking a man what he was thinking was asking to be hurt. She’d known him barely two days, but she already knew Zachary Savage had the power to hurt her. Even more than Chris had managed to hurt her with his gender-preference bullshit.
“I’m thinking about a lot of things, but mostly, I’m thinking…thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes?”
“Yep. That’s all that could’ve prevented this from happening.” He gestured between them, his gaze never leaving her face. “I don’t believe in coincidence or karma or any of that crap. But I can’t help but think I was there in New York for a reason. Because now this has happened, I can’t imagine how the rest of my life would been without this experience.”
Just like that, he’d floored her. Tears sprang to her eyes and she hurriedly blinked them away.
She swallowed. Then swallowed again but the lump in her throat refused to move.
She spoke around it. “For a guy who doesn’t believe in karma, that’s a lot of responsibility to lay at the feet of coincidence.”
“I have a feeling I’d have met you again at some point. Sooner or later.”
“And how do you figure that?”
He shrugged. “You work in events organizing. I have several companies that use New York organizers.”
“That’s still a stretch.”
“So you think this was destiny?”
What had happened between them, was happening, felt too powerful to be anything casual. And to be honest, it scared the hell out of her. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Whatever it is, I’m glad it happened now.”
“Why?”
“You prefer that we would’ve met when I was ninety and couldn’t fuck more than once a week?”
She laughed. “I guess not.” She took another bite of her food and chewed, supremely conscious that he was still staring at her. Bethany wondered if she’d ever get used to Zach’s unashamedly invasive stare whenever they were in the same room. It was almost as if he wanted to burrow under her skin and learn her every secret.
The weird thing was that a part of her wanted to hand him that freedom.
“So thirty minutes, and you would have been headed where exactly?” she asked.
He sipped his wine before answering “San Francisco. That’s where I’m based. I have a house in the Palisades. We stopped in Newark to refuel.”
“Why San Francisco? Is that where you grew up?”
“No.” His eyelids descended, veiling the look in his eyes. When he raised them again, his expression was carefully neutral. “I grew up in Louisiana.”
His voice cautioned her not to probe any further. Despite the keen curiosity that assailed her, she heeded the voice. There was a reason Zachary Savage guarded his privacy so rabidly. Out of this world sex didn’t give her the right to know his every secret or vice versa. Although there was one thing she was curious about.
“Why indigo?” she asked. “Is that your favorite color or something?”
One corner of his mouth lifted in a smile that was off-the-scale sexy. Her insides clenched harder. “Partly. Indigo is my middle name.”
Her mouth dropped open. “No way. Your name is Zachary Indigo Savage? Were your parents hippies or something?”
The smile disappeared. “Yeah…something. Can we change the subject?” Dark grey eyes speared her, one brow raised in a way that said the question mark tagged at the end of the sentence was only a formality. A spurt of anger swirled through her.
“We can, but you need to know upfront. I don’t like secrets. My ex kept a huge secret from me and made me believe we were solid when we weren’t—”
“I told you he was a fool.”
“Be that as it may, I’d rather not have another bombshell dropped at my feet when I least expect it. If you don’t want me to get you know you better, that’s fine. I like to think my instincts are savvy enough that I’m not sleeping with an axe murderer or a puppy-kicking sadist. But I want some reassurances that nothing we’re doing right now will have any repercussions for my future.”
“I can guarantee you that I’ve never kicked a puppy in my life and I don’t own an axe, none that I’ve personally wielded anyway. As for the rest, nobody can guarantee that, Peaches. Bu
t I can give you certain reassurances.”
“Like what?” she pressed.
“Like exclusivity. And the knowledge that nothing in my past will directly affect you in any harmful way.”
“And indirectly?”
He shrugged. “I try to keep my private life private, but I don’t always succeed. Not with modern technology as pervasive as it is. The media might find out you’re connected to me. Would that bother you?”
“That depends. Do you want me to remain your dirty little secret?”
He took another sip and licked a drop of wine from his lips in a way that made her want to leap over the table and devour every inch of his mouth, then work the rest of his body over well and good until he was as needy as she was.
“Peaches, I want you as dirty as I can get you, soaking wet and often.”
A blush crawled over her face. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
He shrugged. “The tabloids make up stories that can sometimes be hurtful. I’ve grown immune to it to some extent, but you need to be prepared.”
“What exactly do I need to be prepared for?”
“They may try and dig into your background, find out who you are, and use that to define your position in my life.”
“So if they find out I’m just an ordinary girl who grew up in Upstate New York, they might conclude I’m some sort of gold digger trying to sink my claws into you?”
“It may not be that bad. It may be that they conclude that I’m taken by a completely extraordinary girl whose body makes my head spin and my cock harder than ever.”
Heat engulfed her but the anxiety rushing through her stomach didn’t go away. “But most likely it’ll be the former.”
He gave a single serious nod, his eyes narrowing on her face. “Can you handle that?”
She licked her lips and tried to shrug it away. “Maybe I won’t need to. I only agreed to go to Marrakech with you. If we end things off after that—”
“We won’t,” he inserted calmly as he topped up her wine.
Her heart did that stupid bouncy thing in her chest that left her breathless. “What makes you so sure?”