Page 64 of Mile High Addiction

He just needed to come up with a solid plan to make it happen.

“Earth to Savage.”

He refocused on the woman who sat atop the white camel, her long hair lifting in the breeze.“Are you enjoying yourself, Peaches?”

“Hell, yeah, I’m loving every minute of it.”Her gaze dropped to his mouth, and she licked her lips.The knowledge that she wanted to kiss him made his gut clench as fiery lust tore through him.“Thank you.”

“You can thank me properly later,” he replied.

Her eyes darkened, and her grip tightened on the saddle.The temptation to lean in and kiss her threatened to overcome him.

The sharp cry of the lead Bedouin rider brought a welcome distraction.

Their eyes met again with a look that made his insides sizzle, then he kicked the flanks of his camel and turned it around.

Having grown more confident with each minute in the saddle, Bethany turned her own mount and lined up with the rest of the racers.

The look she sent him as the race leader raised his pistol was both challenging and exhilarating.At the shot, she dug her heels hard into her mount and sprinted away.Zach let her take the lead, content to bask in her excitement and watch the enticing shape of her ass from directly behind her.

Her determination saw her come second, and he grinned as she whooped with triumph and waved her hat over her head like a conquering marauder.

He brought his camel close to hers.As soon as they dismounted, he tugged her to him.

God, he loved how she felt in his arms.So much so that a thread of fear knifed through his pleasure.But it wasn’t nearly enough for him to loosen his hold on her.

“Hey, Peaches,” he murmured softly.

“Hey,” she responded, sliding her hands around his waist.Her breath washed over his face, and he swallowed hard.

“Are you sore?”

She groaned and moved gingerly.“More than I’ve ever been in my life.”

He gave a low laugh and moved in closer, so his next words wouldn’t be overheard.“Hmm, I must not be fucking you right, then.”

Her fingers tightened convulsively around his waist.“Damn, only you would take that as a challenge.This is an entirely different soreness, Savage.”

God, he even loved it when she called him Savage.He glanced at her full mouth, every cell in his body screaming to taste her.He forced himself to stay still, to be respectful of his surroundings.“Come and have some lunch.Then I’ll take you to a place where we’ll make things all better.”

“Another surprise?”

He nodded.“You’ll love this one, too.I promise.”

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Bethany emerged from the changing room in the luxury spa, which Zach had brought her to after the camel racing, and smiled at the attendant who handed her a thick robe.

“This way, please.”

The attendant led her along a corridor with taupe-colored walls.Short candles ensconced in the walls provided soft romantic lighting.Hypnotic Eastern music played over invisible speakers.Through arched windows, a gentle breeze carried gorgeous scents from the carefully manicured gardens.She sighed as the attendant opened a door and stood aside to let her through.

The room was decorated in gold and silver mosaic tiles and held a massage table.A white curtain had been drawn across the middle of the room, hiding what lay beyond.

Curious, she took a step towards it.She gasped when it slid back and Zach emerged from behind it.The white towel tied around his waist did nothing to hide his virility.

Her heartbeat soared as her gaze slid helplessly over his damp skin.With firm hands on her shoulders, he turned her round and walked her back to the massage table.

“Time for your massage.”

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