Page 34 of Mile High Addiction

He stood up and held out his hand to her.

As Bethany followed his tall, lean body, she tried to make sense of the myriad emotions tumbling through her.

She’d just experienced the most incredible sexual episode of her life.Elation, confusion and trepidation fought within her.

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Zach sensed her roiling emotions as he led her to the bathroom.

Heck, he was still reeling from what had just happened on the living room sofa.He’d never come so hard for so long.

And that command for her to look into his eyes as he came?Where the hell had that come from?The last thing he wanted was for any woman to look into his soul.

The blackness of his soul and the barren echoes of pain that had been a part of him for so long he hardly noticed them anymore—these were the last things he wanted to share with Bethany; this sweet, slightly vulnerable yet brave woman who hadn’t run a mile when she’d caught a glimpse of the sort of man he was underneath the civilized gloss.

But somehow, in fucking Bethany, the need to connect with her at that point had become visceral, necessary.His need for her had certainly been enough to propel him onto an Indigo Lounge trip after he’d sworn never to set foot on one of his planes again.

And, boy, had it almost blown his cock off with the intensity of it.

His cock, which had woken again when she’d mentioned her ass and her former intention to be a ballerina, grew harder.

As they passed a large cheval mirror, he glanced at her reflection, saw her flushed body still sweaty from their exertions and fought not to flatten her against the wall and fuck her all over again.

Time, she needed a little time to recover.

Truth be told, so did he.

He still hadn’t shaken off the residual panic he’d felt when he’d returned to find her gone.The sense of loss and disappointment had been so acute he’d wondered whether he’d lost his mind.He’d been in the process of calling his security people to track her down when she’d turned up.That in itself stunned the hell out of him.

When had he felt strongly enough about any woman to track her down after she’d walked away from him?

Never.

And yet, the thought of Bethany Green, a woman he’d known for barely two days, walking away from him?—

Soft hands touched his back, and his mind melted.

Whirling, he faced her in front of the mirror.

Blue eyes, lightening now she wasn’t caught in the maelstrom of sensation, stared up at him.When they dropped to his mouth, heat shot into his groin.

The unabashed way she wanted him excited him more than he’d been excited in a very long time.Her eyes flicked to his again, and he saw the hesitation in their depths.

He cupped her face and tilted her head up.“You don’t have to be afraid to tell me what you want, Bethany.You hold nothing back between us.If you want to kiss me, you kiss me.Whatever you want, you take it.Because I sure as hell won’t be holding back when it comes to you.Understood?”

Her eyes widened, this time with excitement and a hint of that trepidation he’d seen earlier.Whatever her asshole ex had done to her, the bastard had made her doubt her sexuality and femininity.He barely stopped himself from cursing and waited for her to answer.When she didn’t, he passed his thumb over her lower lip.Felt it tremble beneath his touch.

“Bethany?Tell me what you want.”

She sucked in a huge breath.“You.I want you so badly I can’t understand it.We just had sex, and yet I want you again.Like right now?—”

Relief smashed through his chest.Sex he could deal with, even if this brand of crazy sex held something new he wasn’t altogether familiar with.

Grinning, he kissed her.“Glad you feel that way, baby.I wouldn’t want you to think I was a crazy sex-obsessed monster who devours orgasms for breakfast.”

“Sex god.”

“Excuse me?”

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