Eve jerked violently. Her moans reverberated through his ears and down his back. He slid his free hand around her hip and fingered her clit.
She broke on his tongue with a low yelp.
Her juices wet his lips and slid down his chin and he simply continued to lick her, caressing her clit as she came.
It was only when she collapsed forward, squeezing her thighs shut, that Zachary ceased his torture. He tore himself off the bed, racing to the bathroom. Yeah, he’d sworn off sex, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. He always carried protection.
He was back in less than a minute, his jeans gone, his cock sheathed—and extra condoms in hand—and his chest ripped wide open, exposing his heart. She’d done it. Eve. She’d shredded his defenses, left his restraint in a pile backstage at the concert.
She hadn’t moved. She lay exactly as he’d left her, naked on the bed, her thighs slightly parted, her ass exposed and her arms stretched in front of her.
How easy it would be to kneel between her legs, mount her, take her from behind. How fucking incredible it would be.
But when Zachary finally sank inside her, he intended to look into Eve’s eyes and let her see every emotion she brought out in him. That way she could understand how fucking much he wanted her.
She’d also realize her scar was no repellent. Eve was perfect just the way she was. If he took her from behind this first time, her fears would in no way be allayed. The action would probably just convince her she’d been right in thinking her mark hideous.
It wasn’t. It horrified him only because of the trauma she must have had to endure. One day soon, he’d ask her more about the scar. Ask her exactly how she’d gotten it. Just not now.
“Eve?”
She rolled her head languidly to the side to peer at him through dreamy eyes. “Mm?” It was a contented rumble of an answer.
“You feel good?”
“Mmm.” She practically purred her response.
“Wanna feel even better?”
“Not possible,” she murmured, making him grin.
Zachary took a step closer, and her gaze landed on his erection. To his untold satisfaction, she squirmed on the bed.
“Definitely possible,” was his whispered response. He stroked his hand down her spine and watched as goose bumps erupted over her skin. “Roll over, Tiny.”
She did, taking her sweet time about it. Her hair was a wild mess, her neck and cheeks flushed with pleasure and her breasts swollen and magnificent. “You gonna fuck me now, Jonah?”
“Do you want Jonah to fuck you now?”
Eve stared at his cock before lifting her gaze to meet his. “No.”
His heart sank. “No?”
“Not Jonah. I want Zachary.”
He growled. “You have Zachary.” Christ, she had more of him than she bargained for, since his heart was fast becoming hers. “But he’s not gonna fuck you.”
Her eyes widened, distress turning her irises a dark blue, and her arm covered her torso, from her breastbone to her shoulder, exactly where her scar lay. Her other hand trailed shakily over her cheek.
Zachary climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs. “He’s not gonna fuck you because he—I—am going to take my time making love to you.” He leaned over, wrapped his hands around each of her wrists and pulled her arms up and over her head.
No fucking way was she concealing herself from him. Not any part of her.
A soft sigh of relief left her lips.
“Don’t hide from me, Eve.” He ran his fingers from each of her shoulders, down across her breasts and let his hands meet on her breastbone. “Don’t hide any part of yourself. There’s no need. You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
And there they were again. The damn tears in her eyes.
Zachary couldn’t stand them, couldn’t bear to see them, not if it meant Eve was hurting. He did the only thing he could think of to stop them. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers.
The kiss hit fever pitch the second their lips touched and their tongues tangled. This time the fireworks Zachary saw had nothing to do with flashes and public displays of affection.
Uh-uh, this time the fireworks were compliments of the intense heat that burned between him and Eve.
Chapter Six
Twice.
She’d just climaxed twice and still she wanted more. She wanted to come again, this time wrapped around Zachary, his cock inside her, his mouth on hers.
God knew, she should worry about her scars, the ones he hadn’t seen, the ones he unwittingly demanded she reveal, but she couldn’t focus on them now. Couldn’t focus on anything beside the delicious assault of his mouth, the naked body that covered hers, the hard shaft that pressed against her thigh, separated from her bare flesh by a slip of latex.
She twisted this way then that, trying desperately to get to that hard shaft, to let it slide between her legs, push inside her…
But Zachary was having none of it. Instead of giving in to her insistent moans and silent demands, he released her lips to dip his head lower and subject her breasts to the same exquisite torture he’d subjected her pussy to.
He kissed them and suckled them, nipped them and nibbled them, whispering sensual words against her skin. He traced the scar with his lips and then with his tongue, leaving a burning trail of fire in his wake. By the time he lifted his head to look at her with passion-drunk eyes, she’d forgotten she had a scar.
She knew only this man, his sinful mouth, his skilled hands and his silver tongue.
“Zachary?”
“Mm?”
“Make love to me.”
“Mmm…” The rest of his purred response was cut off as he claimed her mouth again. He finally, finally arched his back, rocked his hips and let his cock slide between her legs.
Eve gripped his thighs with hers, opening herself as wide as she could to his invasion. Her eyes slid shut. It was like she’d waited her entire life for this moment, for this joining.
When the tip of his shaft finally touched the lips of her pussy, when her muscles gave way to his insistent yet gentle probing, every nerve ending leapt to life.
This, him, Zachary was all she wanted, all she needed. All she desired.
Could he be all she’d ever desired?
A long sigh shuddered from her mouth, and for once everything was right in the world. The past and scars and masks melted into insignificance, and the moment melded into a little piece of perfect.
Eve murmured his name, a soft hum that floated between them. She leaned in and bit his neck, a sneaky nibble just above his collarbone.
Zachary froze. And growled. A low, primal sound, echoing frustration, longing and compulsion. With an almost violent twist, he pulled out of her only to plunge all the way back in, burying himself inside her.
Deep, deep inside her. Filling her. Claiming her.
“Ah, fuck!” His cry bounced off the walls. “Eve.”
She clutched his arms, ran her hands over his shoulders, slid them over his back, gloried in the contained strength in his muscles.
Zachary dragged his cock out and drove it back in. The raw pleasure of his thrusts blinded her. He drove into her again and then again. Once, twice, forty times, each one more wanton, more wicked than before.
Time stopped. The world ceased spinning.
God, he felt good. Inside and out. Solid man. Solid muscle. Pure temptation. Unadulterated rapture. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please, God, don’t ever stop.”
“Can’t,” he gasped. “Won’t.”
He shifted his weight on his arms, lifting himself a little higher, changing the angle of penetration, and rocked above her, burying himself inside her deeper than before.