Page 82 of An Inconvenient Marriage
And to prove his point, he claimed my mouth so thoroughly it curled my toes.
Satisfied he’d kissed me stupid, he drew back and braced himself on his arms in a push-up position. Those dark eyes bored into mine so intently, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he finally spoke.
“You’ll have your boutique and anything else you desire, even if I have to burn down the fucking world to give it to you.”
Oh my. Words like that had dangerous feelings circling my heart. Feelings like hope and something else I didn’t dare mention. But not mentioning them didn’t mean it wasn’t there, growing stronger every minute I spent with this man.
Knowing that filled me with an entirely different kind of fear.
Trying to shove the thoughts away, I cleared my throat. “We should probably go down for breakfast before Martina or Renata decide to bring it up.”
Zach got up and walked to the sliding doors. One side of his mouth curved into a grin as he pointed toward the desk. “I brought you brunch.”
I shot up and peeked at the tray sitting on the desk. “Brunch?”
Zach nodded, and my brows pulled together.
“You already ate?”
“Yeah.” He sounded rueful. “I had a call with investors early this morning.” He flicked his wrist and checked his watch. “I actually have to go back down for a virtual meeting with the Vegas people.”
I didn’t know who the Vegas people were, and I didn’t care. All I was concerned with was, “How long have I been sleeping?”
“A while.” He chuckled. “But that’s understandable, considering what an eventful day you had yesterday.”
Heat rushed through my veins as memories of the previous day flooded my brain. His mouth, his hands, and the exquisite feel of his steely erection between my legs.
Yeah, that was amazing, and I bet it would feel even better when he—
“Stop it.” Zach tried to sound stern, but I didn’t miss the way his voice had dropped a few octaves.
I sank my teeth into my lip. “What?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.” He stalked back to me and planted his hands on the mattress on either side of my hips. His face was so close to mine, his breath blew over my lips with every word he rasped.
“All I can think about is having my fingers inside you and my mouth on every inch of your body. I want to taste you on my tongue. Hear you scream my name and beg for more…”
Yes, please, I wanted that, too. Which was a surprise all on its own. Since I was never curious or rarely had any dirty thoughts.
But all it took was one too-damn-sexy-for-his-own-good Spaniard to prove me wrong.
“… but unfortunately, I can’t reschedule this meeting.”
I didn’t know what came over me, but I lifted my chin enough to slip my tongue over Zach’s lips. “Maybe when your meeting is done, we canexploresome more?”
Before I could even process my words, let alone feel embarrassed about it, Zach smiled. It was big and wide and had my already racing heart running away with me.
“Look at that, my goddess is ready to play.” Slipping his hand into my hair, he pulled my head back. “I fucking love it.” In the next second, his mouth crashed to mine in one of those kisses that felt more like foreplay than an actual kissing. And when he was done, far too soon for my liking, he whispered against my lips, “When I get back, I expect details on exactly how you want me to make you come.”
With that, he straightened and walked out of the room.
Ugh! How dare he leave when I was this turned on? Throwing my arm over my face, I squeezed my thighs together. Instead of relieving the pressure like I wanted it to, tiny bursts of pleasure shot through my core.
I needed relief.
Teeth digging into my bottom lip, I slid my hand down my body. I reached the waistband of my shorts and paused. Should I? Could I?
In answer, my mind happily provided me with images of the first time I’d touched myself. Of how Zach had guided me and how freaking amazing I’d felt.
