“Taking a walk then?” His speech was no longer slurred and his tone pleasant, not sarcastic or insolent, as it had been earlier. She started to wonder if she’d hallucinated the entire conversation at dinner.
“I came to find you.” Squaring her shoulders, she held his gaze. “I have a few things to say to you.”
He strolled next to her and patted the horse. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he? Name is Antares. We’ve named them all after stars.”
Abigail was stunned into silence. A few hours ago, this man had been drunk and incredibly rude. Now he stood here, smelling good enough to eat, talking about horses and stars. Had she stepped into The Twilight Zone?
When he fixed her with an intense gaze, her heart skipped a beat. “Will you take a ride with me? We can talk in the sleigh.”
What game did he think he was playing? “We can talk right here.”
“I’d love to show you the trails. They wind through the pines, and we’ve lit them with torches to keep them warmer.”
“I don’t understand you at all, Zach.”
His gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, then regarded her again with a mixture of sadness and regret. His eyes were the most unusual shade of gray she’d ever seen, and had almost an iridescent quality to them. She blinked to keep from staring.
“Come on. Let’s hitch up Antares. He hasn’t been out in a few days, and I think he’s itching to take a walk in the snow.”
As if the horse were a coconspirator, he whinnied and began to prance. Abigail watched Zach put the bridle on Antares, then followed him outside where several men waited to help him hitch the horse to a sleigh. What was it about this man? Why didn’t she simply insist they talk in the stable? It was freezing cold out here.
As he took her hand to help her into the sleigh, an electric jolt shot through her body, despite the fact they both wore gloves. Soon her arm was infused with warmth that spread all the way down to her toes. What the hell?
He climbed in next to her and grabbed the reins as she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the power this man seemed to cast over her. If she didn’t get this out now, she never would. It was time to stand up for herself.
“You were incredibly rude at dinner. I’m a paying customer.”
“I agree.”
“What?” She turned to face him, expecting to see mockery on his face, but his gaze was fixed on the trail ahead of them.
“I said I agree with you. I was rude. You’re a guest and should be treated with respect. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Well, that certainly took the wind from her sails. Now what? “Why did you speak to me that way?”
“Because when I get drunk, I can’t control my tongue.” He sighed, glanced sideways with what could almost be called a grin, then turned his attention back to the trail.
“Then perhaps you should refrain from drinking alcohol?”
He chuckled softly. “Right again.”
“I sound like I’m lecturing you. Sorry.”
“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t touch the stuff.” He gave her another sideways glance, this time filled with curiosity. “My turn for a question. Why did you come on this vacation?”
Abigail was grateful for the dim light, and the fact her sudden flush could be attributed to the cold. “I told you at dinner. Sharon enjoyed it.”
“But that’s not why you came. I want to know what Abigail Emily Cosslin expected from this trip.”
Shit. She’d walked right into this one. If she evaded his question, she’d come across as rude and bitchy. Plus she’d already nailed him for not responding to direct questions, and here she was doing the same thing.
“Sharon’s description sounded intriguing.”
“What specifically intrigued you?”
“I’d rather not say.” Coward.
She’d expected Zach to keep pushing, but instead he settled back against the leather bench. Abigail would never admit this to him, but it was quite breathtaking out here. The torches cast enough warmth to make the ride comfortable, and the pines sighed and whispered in the soft breeze. Bells jingled softly on the sleigh as they rode. With any other man, this would be incredibly romantic.
Their legs touched as the horse trotted along. There was no room to inch away. Abigail tried not to notice the way his thigh muscles flexed each time he shifted his weight. The smell of apples and cinnamon was stronger now, and she wondered if that was because of the night air. When she realized she no longer felt chilled to the bone, a sudden ripple of alarm sent a shiver through her.
Men didn’t smell like food or have the power to charge the air around them with electricity. They didn’t seduce her with a glance or warm her entire body by their mere presence. Abigail had to admit she hadn’t believed most of the things Sharon had told her about this place. But now that she was here, she had to accept the fact that Sharon might not have been exaggerating.
“Then at least tell me why you were crying at dinner.”
She snapped her gaze to his face. Those pewter eyes held her spellbound, as if she were looking into a pool of shimmering water. The sound of sleigh bells faded into the background as the pool grew larger, promising warmth, peace, and comfort. All she had to do was dive in.
Abigail tore her attention from his face and forced it to his gloved hands, Antares, the torches along the trail, the snow on the ground, anything but those eyes.
“Because I don’t think they were tears of joy at the beauty of the lake.”
His tone wasn’t mocking or sarcastic. It was spot-on accurate, uncannily hitting the target, straight to the heart of the matter. But how?
“I was thinking about my divorce.” Why had she said that?
“From Malcolm.”
It wasn’t a question. He knew her history. Did they do background checks on all their guests?
“Do you miss him, Abigail?”
She jerked her head up so fast she became dizzy. “No. No, I don’t.”
“Then why were you crying?” Zach’s voice had dropped to a near whisper, so soft and soothing that she was seized with a compulsion to tell him her deepest secrets, her most erotic desires. This was crazy. She’d never been so affected by a man.
“I was thinking how beautiful this place is, and yet I’m here all alone…” Her voice trailed off as she realized what she was saying. She wasn’t alone. A gorgeous, sexy man sat at her side, seducing her with those damn eyes of his, that scent, and some voodoo-magic warmth he emanated.
Zach stopped the horse, placed a hand on her chin, and coaxed her face toward his. She didn’t want to look into his eyes again because she knew if she did, that would be it. She’d fall under his spell, and there would be no turning back. Even while a shrill voice in her head screamed in protest, she raised her gaze to meet his.
“You’re not alone,” he whispered, grazing her cheek with one gloved finger. His touch burned like fire against her skin, and she was beyond trying to figure out why. As he brought his lips to hers, a delicious slipping sensation started, intensifying until it became a throbbing ache in her clit, her nipples, and her mouth.
His lips were warm and soft, exploring hers with practiced precision and no real hurry. Abigail craved more. Her desire for him grew with each passing, torturous second. When she parted her lips, he slid his tongue inside, still controlled and precise. The man knew how to kiss better than anyone who’d ever had their lips on hers. Her entire body craved his touch, his warmth. She inched closer, aching to feel the rippling muscles underneath his clothes.
When Antares whinnied, she shook her head and blinked a few times. Zach regarded her with his intoxicating eyes. “Will you join me for hot chocolate when we return?”
The question hung in the air. This time she wouldn’t chicken out.
“I’d love to, Zach.”
Chapter Four
Abigail walked to her room as if in a dream. Zach took her card key and swiped it, then wrapped his arms around her after he closed the door behind th
em. She leaned against his muscular frame, closed her eyes, and breathed in his scent. When his mouth found hers again, she gave up trying to understand the power he had over her. She let her body and mind relax, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her. He cradled her head as if protecting it from harm, his hands soft and gentle in her hair. His tongue worked its magic in her mouth.
When he released her, she took his hand and let him lead her into the bedroom. A shiver ran through her as he removed her coat and gloves, then tossed them on a chair.
“Are you cold?”
She shook her head, not trusting her voice. Taking a step back, he pulled off his boots and socks. She unzipped her boots as well, then stepped out of them and pulled off her socks. He seemed to be in no hurry to get her clothes off.
“The whole undressing thing is always awkward,” he said, pulling her into arms. “Wouldn’t it be easier if we could just snap our fingers and be naked?”
A laugh bubbled up in her throat. She had no idea why what he’d just said was so funny, but suspected it was the combination of her dreamlike state and not having had sex in close to a year. She and Malcolm had lived separate lives for a long time before their marriage finally ended.
Shaking her head to chase away thoughts of Malcolm, she smiled into Zach’s eyes and snapped her fingers. “Well shit, that didn’t work. We’re still dressed.”
He threw back his head and laughed, so deep and sexy she thought she’d swoon. Pulling off his sweater to reveal lean, cut muscles, he held her gaze, a heart-stopping grin on his face. “Your turn, beautiful.”
Her gaze wandered to the tattoo on his left upper arm. “What is that?” she asked, pointing to the ink.
“The crest of this resort. It’s your turn to remove clothing, Abigail.”
“I suspect I have on more pieces of clothing than you do.”
“It’s not strip poker. Off with the shirt and bra.”
A moan escaped her throat as she unbuttoned her shirt, taking her time. He didn’t tear his gaze from her face, and that feeling of slipping into a warm pool of water returned. This time she didn’t fight it as she pulled off her top. He lowered his gaze to her bra as she reached behind to unhook it, then let it fall.
He took a deep breath then sighed. “You’re absolutely stunning.” His voice was rough and low, sending a shiver through her again.
“Your turn,” she whispered, nodding toward his crotch, where an impressive bulge strained at the front of his jeans.
Grinning, he undid the button and zipper on his jeans, then pulled them down to reveal dark blue boxers. Abigail found that sexier than if he’d been standing in front of her completely naked. His cock tented the fabric, suggesting he had the biggest one Abigail had ever seen in person. As she took off her jeans, she was glad she’d worn black panties.
“Nice. This is it, Abigail. One more piece of clothing each and we’ll be naked.”
Abigail had trouble taking a full breath. His scent filled her head, and she couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. Her clit and nipples throbbed. Surely he heard the pounding of her heart.
“Let’s take them off at the same time,” he teased. “On three.”
She watched Zach’s engorged cock spring out as he said “three” and slid down his boxers. As she revealed her shaved pussy, he licked his lips.
“Did you do that for this trip?” he asked in a raspy voice.
She couldn’t meet his gaze as she nodded. He took a step closer, and she moaned softly, limbs trembling as fresh arousal washed over her.
“Then you knew exactly what to expect.”
All she could do was nod again as Zach placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face toward him.
“Why are you afraid of your fantasies, Abigail? Tell me what I can do to help you relax and enjoy me.”
“It’s been a long time since I made love.” It wasn’t her fantasies she feared. It was reality. Making love with Malcolm had always been one-sided and unfulfilling. She wanted to be swept away, taken to such heights of pleasure that she lost herself in them.
“Then I’ll be very careful.”
He meant it. His handsome face was full of gentleness and concern. She took a step toward him and put her arms around his neck, reaching up to kiss him. His kisses were rougher now, deep and demanding. His tongue and teeth played over hers, bruising her lips.
Zach’s strong, warm hands caressed her back and ass, forcing deep moans from her throat. She pushed her body against his and rocked her hips into his cock, already slick with pre-cum. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the juices trickle onto her upper thighs.
Both his hands were on her ass cheeks, and still his mouth continued its assault on her. Her clit throbbed, and Abigail was sure she’d come any second now. When he smacked her left ass cheek hard, she jumped.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Can’t help it. Your ass just begs to be spanked.”
Abigail gazed into his unusual eyes, panting. Should she tell him her fantasies of being put over a man’s knee and spanked? He’d do it. She was sure of it. But was she ready for something so intense?
A slow, sexy grin spread over his face as he watched her, almost as if he could read her thoughts. Considering everything that had happened between them this evening, Abigail wouldn’t be surprised at all to find he could.
“You’ve been really bad,” he said, grabbing her ass again. “First you tease me at dinner with those chocolate-colored eyes of yours, and then you flirt with me in the sleigh.”
“I didn’t flirt with you.”
Both hands came down on her ass cheeks in a hard smack. Abigail yelped, more from the contractions that started in her pussy than the sting.
“You did, Abigail. And you didn’t wear those panties because you’re a good girl.”
Before she could think of a clever answer, Zach sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over one knee. She exhaled sharply as he pinned both her legs with his right thigh and held one hand against her lower back, rendering her unable to move.
He caressed her ass, moving one finger along the crack all the way to her wet opening. When he slipped it inside her pussy, Abigail moaned loudly, pushing into his thigh as the climax overtook her.
He purred deep in his chest. “Had a feeling you were close.”
His left hand moved off her lower back and underneath to tease her nipple as his finger slid in and out, so slowly she thought she’d go out of her mind. The contractions went on forever.
“Please…” she begged.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice washed over her, low and sexy, filling her senses. “Tell me exactly what you want, and if it gets to be too much to handle, tell me that, too. I don’t want to hurt you or scare you. I’m here only to pleasure you, Abigail.”
She blinked back tears at his tender words, swallowing against the sudden lump in her throat. “I don’t know what I want.”
He pulled his finger out of her pussy and smacked her ass hard. “Yes, you do. Tell me.”
“Spank me,” she said, her voice shaking. “Spank me hard.”
“And then what?”
“Zach, please…”
Abigail had never said such things out loud. For one thing, no one had ever bothered to ask. She was used to the men in her life taking what they wanted, whether it pleased her or not.
He slapped her ass again. “I want to hear you say it, Abigail. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and deep.”
He chuckled softly. “That a girl. First things first, though.”
She writhed and moaned, unable to move anything except her arms, as he struck her ass cheeks again and again. Each time he did, she rocked her hips against his thigh until her clit ached and another orgasm began to build. Her ass was on fire, and she lost count of the number of swats. Every spanking fantasy she’d ever had couldn’t compete with the reality. She’d never experienced such an intoxicating blend of pain and plea
sure.
Each time he stopped, she thought he’d let her up, but instead he thrust two fingers inside her pussy, fucking her slowly. She braced for the coming orgasm, but before it came, he removed his fingers and began to spank her again. She cried out in frustration and pain, pushing against his thigh to try to bring on the climax.
Abigail lost track of time and place. His hand on her ass and his fingers inside her were the only sensations that were real. It took her a few minutes to realize the whimpering sounds she heard came from her own throat.
“That’s enough for tonight.” He lifted her to her feet and spun her to face him. Taking one breast in each hand, he suckled her nipples. She clung to him, riding the waves of electricity that shot straight from her breasts to her clit.
As she reached down to touch herself, he caught her wrist. A wicked grin spread over his face. “I have a better idea.”
Abigail was on her back with her legs spread before she realized he’d jumped off the bed. He buried his face in her pussy and sucked, forcing a loud scream from her as the orgasm came in hard, fast contractions. When he slipped two fingers inside again, she tossed her head back and forth, wondering how it could possibly feel any better than this.
Sex wasn’t something Abigail had ever asked for. It was something she took if offered but never felt she had any control over. This man with the pewter eyes was giving her everything she’d ever wanted, as if he knew her deepest, most secret fantasies. But these weren’t fantasies. This was reality, more intense and amazing than she’d ever imagined possible.
Zach moved her to the center of the bed and gazed down at her as if she was the most delicate, precious thing he’d ever seen. “How do you want me, Abigail?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Tell me.”
She swallowed. “From behind. On my stomach, so I can’t move.” Saying it aloud sent a fresh wave of desire through her. No way could she come a third time, and yet, as he gently turned her onto her stomach, she knew she would.
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