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He had built his life with walls of isolation that afforded him, and more importantly those he cared for, safety. For the first time those walls had taken a battering. In a matter of hours Rose Hill had done some serious damage. She’d made him think what it would be like to bring her inside his walls and keep her safe that way.
Rose’s level of anticipation was off the scale as he laid her down on the bed and joined her, leaning over her, one hand braced on the headboard, the other caressing her face.
‘I thought you didn’t date staff.’
Zac barely heard her. He was seeing her soft lips open to him and thinking of her legs opening to him.
He kissed her as if he’d drain her before saying thickly, ‘I don’t. But you are not staff, you are...Rose.’
‘I’m special.’ She bit her lips and stopped herself adding ‘not just convenient’. She didn’t want to know, she just wanted this.
She just wanted him.
‘I want you so much I’m sick with it,’ he husked, trailing kisses up her neck until he found her mouth before pulling the billowing sheet over them and burrowing into her softness.
‘This is...’ He had reached midway down her belly and she had forgotten how to breathe.
His head lifted, the bands of colour along his cheekbone highlighting the razor edges. His eyes were dark and hot enough to drown in.
‘You don’t like it?’
‘I love it... I love...’ She paused, her eyes squeezed tight as she said the forbidden words in her head...I love you.‘All of it,’ she added out loud. She felt the heat of his mouth on her again and squeezed her eyes tight. ‘And I like everything you do,’ she declared with admirable understatement.
He encouraged her insatiable curiosity for exploring his body until it came to the point when her lips and tongue were eating into his self-control.
He took her hands, pinned them above her head and kissed her, not hard but with a debilitating tenderness that brought tears of emotion to her eyes.
‘Have you any idea how many fantasies about your body I have had?’
Her breath came quick and fast, the tingle under her skin now a fire.
‘Let’s try slow, shall we, and see how that works out?’
Afraid to break the spell his voice had woven, she said nothing as he touched her face, one brown finger tracing a path down her jaw then across the fullness of her plump lower lip. Rose opened her mouth and caught his finger between her teeth before catching his hand and pressing his palm to her moist lips, dropping it with a low guttural moan when he covered her mouth with his. Then there were more kisses, more caresses until her senses were singing.
She opened her eyes and looked up at his dark face above her and realised that she wanted him body and soul. She wanted him with a ferocity that scared her, feeling this much scared her. Emotion thickened her throat.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ she whispered, trailing a hand down the damp skin of his chest and across the ridges of his flat belly, loving the texture, loving... With a little shake of her head she closed the avenue of thought and allowed her hand to slide lower, watching his eyes darken as her fingers closed around his shaft.
It wasn’t just her touch that was torturing him, it was her big eyes wanting him, her big eyes touching a corner of his heart that had been in cold storage. Like blood returning to a frozen extremity, the sensation was pain, pleasure.
‘Slow, remember,’ he whispered against her mouth as he flipped her over to switch their positions. ‘I want you to enjoy this. I want this to be special...’ You deserve special, he thought, reminding himself that this was all new for her. And as he dug into patience and tenderness that he’d never known he possessed, it all felt new for him too.
‘You are special, Zac.’ She groaned as he slid an explosive hand between her legs.
He was the pure essence of all things male. Longing had stripped her of logic and pride and she writhed beneath the delicious torture of his clever carnal caresses as he devoted attention to every inch of her body.
It was Rose who, unable to bear another moment of the delicious torture, guided him between her legs, to feel him above her, inside her. The measured power of his thrusts drove her to a place where nothing existed beyond the two of them, their mingled gasps and moans, until the climax happened and she stopped breathing, just focused on everything that was happening inside her.
During the golden glow of the aftermath she lay with her head on his chest, her limbs weighed down by a soft lethargy until, finally summoning the energy, she lifted her head.
‘Slow works for me.’ As she curled up into him she missed the startled look on his face before he brought his arms around her.
Zac felt the moment her breathing changed and drew back to look at her sleeping face.
Her face lit by a light set in a stone embrasure above the bed, she looked a million miles from the wanton version of Rose, the uninhibited Rose who had matched him for passion. The sleeping Rose looked vulnerable, she looked as if she could break, which he knew was a lie. The woman he had made love to had been strong and fierce.
Were there any more Roses to discover?
