Page 23 of Mile High Addiction

Realizing he wasn’t going to come any closer made the insane need to feel his mouth on hers grow stronger.She watched him force control back into his body.

“We met thirty-eight hours and forty-six minutes ago, Bethany Green.I intend to extract a kiss from those bee-stung lips of yours for every minute of that time—when the time is right.I will kiss you till you beg for mercy.Then I’ll kiss you elsewhere, right between your legs.I intend to eat you for hours, until you beg for my cock.And then I will fuck you until you pass out from screaming my name.And if you think those are just words, that I don’t intend to rock your fucking world, then I feel sorry for you.Because the reality will blow your goddamn mind.”

Her mouth was still gaping open after he’d turned on his heel and left.It was only the sound of his door slamming from across the hall that roused her from her stupor.

In a semi-daze, she stared around the room, unfocused and unsteady.She stumbled to the exquisite divan and collapsed into it.

Without a doubt, Zachary Savage had a way with words.And she was discovering her body had developed a unique and heady way of responding to those words.She looked down and cringed when she saw her nipples erect, aching and clearly visible through her top.

“God!”Disgusted with herself, she jumped up and headed for the suite’s bedroom.

By the time the sweet, middle-aged masseuse appeared fifteen minutes later, she’d talked herself down from the raging, sex-depraved stranger she’d become and back to being the normal, sex-deprived woman she was used to.

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He’d meant it when he said he had no interest in the band.In fact, Zach seemed discomfited to the point of edginess, and they were barely thirty minutes into Friday’s Child’s private concert.

“You don’t like rock bands, is that it?”She had to lean in close to be heard over the sound of the lead singer’s growly number; close enough to feel the heat of Zach’s skin just above the collar of his shirt and smell the tangy scent of his aftershave.

In the semi-smoky club, she could see women, and some men, giving him the once over and stopping to look again.Not once did he return their gazes or show interest.His attention was focused solely, squarely on her in a way that made her feel as if she was plugged permanently into an electrical feed caused by his eyes alone.

He shook his head, and a strand of his hair brushed her face.A tremble went through her.

“I like rock bands just fine.”

“But?”she probed, wanting him to throw her a bone.Despite him saying they didn’t need the superfluous contraptions of the whole getting-to-know-one-another thing, she wanted to know something about the enigma that was Zachary Savage.

He made a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a huff.“Someone I once knew loved their music.Hearing them brings back memories.”

She was so shocked he’d given her something personal that she didn’t want to acknowledge just what it was he’d told her.And she felt the next question bubble up before she could stop it.“Someone.Care to elaborate?”

His eyes darkened.“Not particularly.”

Again, stark and blunt.He didn’t have to say the words for her to know she needed to back off.

This time, she heeded the advice.Pulling her gaze from his forceful stare, she glanced towards the stage where the song was reaching its conclusion.

Jax went through an elaborate series of drum riffs, ending in a deafening crescendo that made the room go wild.

As they accepted the rousing applause, he looked over to her, pointed a drumstick at her and winked.

Blushing, she smiled and waved.

“You’re giving him the wrong signals.Stop,” Zach said, his voice holding an edge she was beginning to recognize.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t let him think you’re available, because you’re not.And before you challenge me on that, think about the futility of it for a moment.Would you rather spend your last hours in Shanghai arguing with me or enjoying the band?”

“I excel at multi-tasking.I can do both.”

“Instead of arguing, you can tell me what’s wrong with your feet,” he said.

“My feet?”

“You’ve been rubbing your arches against that table leg for the last ten minutes.”

“They hurt more than I thought they would.The masseuse asked if I wanted them rubbed but I declined because I didn’t want to be late for dinner.”

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