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The tremors that shook her began deep in her core, the waves spreading out involving every nerve ending, every inch of her skin.
He framed her face in his hands and drew back slightly. ‘You’re burning up.’
She was burning for him.
She nodded and sealed her fate. The need that consumed him beyond logical explanation was greater than his loyalty to a friend, greater than any other consideration at that moment.
‘Then you don’t need this.’
Zac held her eyes as he took the hem of her top. Not trying to escape his carnal stare, she felt more aroused than she had ever imagined possible. Rose lifted her arms and he peeled the sodden, spoiled garment over her head and dropped it on the floor.
Rose reached for her bra and unfastened the clip, letting her breasts spring free as it fell to the floor. She lifted her chin. She didn’t have a clue why she wasn’t self-conscious. It was as if he had awakened something in her that had lain dormant. She had never felt sexy and desirable before in this way—the idea of a man like Zac wanting her was incredibly arousing.
His eyes darkened as he stared down at the hard-peaked soft mounds. ‘Perfect.’ He kissed her hard on the lips before weighing one smooth rosy-tipped globe in the palm of his hand. She whimpered as he rubbed his thumb across the peak, drawing a series of low moans from her lips, before he replaced it with his lips and tongue.
She clung so hard to stop falling down that his shirt was half undone by the time his ministrations stopped. Her eyes flew wide as he dropped to his knees, then, with one hand spanning her narrow ribcage, he used his free hand to unzip her trousers and slide them down her thighs.
She was giving him the power to hurt her, and she had never imagined feeling this way, accepting the possibility was there but willing to take the risk. Maybe one day she would regret this decision but now, in this moment, she knew if she didn’t take the leap into the unknown there was no question shewouldregret never knowing.
She shivered even though the wildness in her veins, the heat rising up in her, were like a furnace. He began to strip and she forgot how to breathe. He was ripping his clothes off in a frenzy of impatience, an impatience that she shared. She wanted passion to burn away all the doubts and fears that had been there all her life. She wanted to lose herself in him.
His chest was bare and he had just kicked away his trousers, naked but for the boxers that hung low on his narrow hips, inadequate to hide the strength of his arousal.
‘I need...’ She stopped, rose up on her toes and curved her hands around the back of Zac’s head, her fingers sliding into his thick hair, her aching breasts pressed against his hair-roughened chest. Her hands slid over the smooth satiny muscles defining his shoulders, then lower to his waist.
As they kissed hungrily, teeth clashing, tongues tangling and probing, she was so focused that she didn’t register the fact his hands had slid under her bottom and he had picked her up until he stepped with her into the shower enclosure and switched on the water.
The shock of the warm water pummelling her skin made her gasp as he put her on her feet, and she stood, her head back, as he dragged the pants down her legs. A second later he performed the same task for himself.
The wet, slick skin-to-skin contact drew a keening cry of pleasure from Rose’s throat. She felt soft and small, feminine compared to Zac’s hard masculinity. The abrasive pressure of his erection against her belly sent the ache between her legs to another level. She rubbed herself against him, the friction feeding the consuming hunger that was exploding inside her, and let his eyes devour her.
She enjoyed this wanton version of herself, she even enjoyed being shocked by it. It was wildly liberating.
His molten eyes glowed. He looked fierce and dangerous, his hair and body slicked with water as he smiled a slow wicked smile, and she felt as if her heart would stop.
She saw the soap in his hands and had no idea how it had got there. She leaned against the wall, head tilted back, an expression of rapt enjoyment on her face as the water pummelled.
He soaped her breasts, his hands massaging and stroking, driving her wild, paying special attention to her painfully erect nipples before sliding his hands lower and then dropping on his knees. The stubble on his cheek and jaw burned her inner thigh. She was floating in a mindless, sensual haze of need that infiltrated every cell of her body.
‘What...?’ Her eyes flew wide with protest and then he was back, a foil packet in his hand. ‘I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.’
She knew what he meant but there was another sort of safe—a safe he would never give her—
She closed off the line of thought before it took her into forbidden territory—if she had regrets it would not be now.
Holding her gaze, he took her hands and pressed them to the wall of the cubicle, walking into her until their bodies collided slick skin against slick skin.
If there ever had been a moment to tell him that this was her first time it wasn’t now. The possibility that he might walk away, leaving her quite broken, was not a risk she could take.
His hands cupped her buttocks. As he lifted her up his gaze was searing. ‘Wrap your legs around me and hold on.’
Her head fell onto his shoulder as she did as he asked, her slim legs tight around his waist. She moaned at the hard male contact, the pressure at the apex of her legs as her sex throbbed with a need that matched his, and she moved suggestively against him following instincts as old as time, making no secret of the fact she wanted him.
An animal groan broke from the vault of his chest as Zac slid into her heat, gasping at the tightness of her as she closed around him.
Her back arched, her head falling back to expose the beautiful arc of her neck, the line between pleasure and pain blurred, and she felt a moment’s panic. What if she did it wrong?
‘Don’t know what to...’ Her voice cracked and she bit into his shoulder.
