That was all it took. One second Eve climbed high on a wave, part of a stunning ride, and the next she crested it, flying over the top as sensation exploded within.
She threw her head back, arched her spine and gave herself up to the blissful tide that took her beyond the edge of reason.
Colors flared behind her eyelids as her pussy convulsed, her inner muscles grabbing at his driving cock while a billion pulses of heaven blazed through her.
“Eve, Ah… Fuck. Tiny!” And then he too slipped over, plunging into her one last time before every muscle in his body tensed.
He came with a roar, buried so deep inside her she lost all track of where she ended and he began. So deep inside her that the contractions in his cock as he came triggered fresh waves of bliss in her.
Endless minutes passed as time spluttered back to life, as the world slowly began to spin again. Eve tried to get her heart beating normally, tried to find a rhythm in her breathing slower than a hurricane.
She lost herself to the delicious weight of the man who’d collapsed on top of her, panting. Eve herself was buoyant, floating in a nirvana of Zachary’s making. Of being adored. Of feeling cherished.
When he slipped out of her pussy with a groan and a shudder, Eve shivered as a last ripple of sweetness flowed through her.
He hauled himself reluctantly off the bed, pausing to place a wonderfully decadent kiss on her lips. “I’ll be right back.”
Zachary disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Eve to catch her breath, to wonder at everything that had gone down. To marvel at how trusting she’d been with him. She’d shown him the scar on her chest.
When last had a man inspired such faith?
Never.
She caught her hands above her head and stretched, extending every muscle from her calves to her fingers. Then she relaxed, falling back onto the mattress and letting the luxurious post-orgasmic lethargy flow through her.
Zachary returned, inspiring a ridiculously large smile from Eve.
“You look happy.” He returned her smile.
“I am, Zachary. Like really, really happy.”
He climbed onto the bed beside her, tugging her into his arms. “Ah, Tiny. Me too.” He ran his hand over her back. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve never come that hard?” This said with a ragged breath.
Eve could identify. Not only had she just had the climax of a lifetime, she’d had it after two other spectacular orgasms. She felt wonderfully sated. “You have me wrapped around your little finger. I’d believe anything you told me now.”
“So long as you know I’m not just feeding you a line. Seriously, that was about the best sex I’ve ever had.”
She tried to play it cool. “You’ve obviously never had sex with an Australian before.”
Zachary stilled.
His hesitation took her by surprise. “Oh, Lord.” She pushed against his chest so she could get a look at his face. “You have had sex with an Aussie before?”
He cringed. “Well, uh, kinda.”
“Kinda?”
“Kinda…as in yeah.” He closed his eyes and fell back against the pillow. “I’ve had sex with a lot of people, Eve. From a lot of places. Some of them were from Australia.”
“Some of them?” she squeaked. “How many were there?” She stared at him, reminded all over again that it wasn’t just Zachary Pace she’d slept with. It was Jonah Speed too. The legendary Jonah Speed. The smolderingly sexy Jonah Speed.
Lost in the throes of spectacular sex, she’d forgotten that little detail.
Suddenly the sex didn’t seem quite so spectacular. Suddenly she didn’t feel quite as special and cherished as she had two minutes before.
Eve wished she hadn’t asked her last question. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Feeling naked and vulnerable, she sat up to look for her clothes but didn’t get very far. He grabbed her arms, pulling her back down so they once again lay face to face. Zachary cupped her cheek so gently, Eve forgot to shake his hand off. She forgot to breathe too.
“Eve.” He held her gaze. “I’ve slept with hundreds of women. I can’t hide from that, can’t pretend I haven’t. It’s part of who I am…or rather, who I was. And yeah, some of those people were Australian. But—” his voice softened, “—but I can promise you that before tonight I have never made love to an Australian.” His eyelids drooped sensually. “Never wanted to…until I met you.”
Something in her chest lurched. “Zachary…” She couldn’t finish. Didn’t know what to say.
“What we did together? That wasn’t just sex. Not by a long stretch of the imagination.”
And just like that, he put the spectacular back into their sex.
She smiled at him. “We hardly know each other. How could we possibly have made love?”
“Lady, you’ve seen inside my head. You’ve lived through an experience that changed my life. How could you possibly say you hardly know me?”
“I experienced a child’s emotions. You’re a man now. It’s different.”
He laughed, a hoarse, soft chuckle. “Yeah? Well it was the man who made love to you. The man who tasted you. Who lost control inside you. The man who ripped himself wide open, showing you his soul as he came.”
Damn it, this man was dangerous to her heart. “Be careful, Mr. Pace. Carry on talking like this, and I might not let your red-haired future anywhere near you when she finally makes an appearance.”
Zachary blinked, and his eyes creased with displeasure. “Can you please not do that?”
“What? Keep her from you? Uh, I think we both know that would be impossible anyway, what with her being your destiny and all.”
“No. I mean can you please not keep bringing her up?”
“Uh…”
“She might be my future, Eve, but this is my present. And it’s a present that’s all wrapped up in you. I’m with you. The last thing I want to do is think about another woman.”
Stunned by his words, she placed her hand between her breasts, over the edge of her scar, and rubbed.
His concern was instant. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” Not anymore anyway. “It’s not that. It’s just… It’s just that every time you say something like that, like…like you’re all wrapped up in me, my chest feels funny. It’s as if my heart forgets how to beat properly.”
His eyes twinkled. “Is that a bad thing?”
“You make my heart skip a beat. Often. You tell me if it’s a bad thing.”
He took her hand from her chest and threaded his fingers through hers. “It’s the best thing I’ve heard in months.”
He said something else, but Eve didn’t hear him.
Her hand tingled. Electricity shot through her arm. Spots danced in front of her eyes as the world around her darkened.
Bam!
A punch of desire hit her in the stomach, so fierce it took her breath.
Want her, she thought. Want her so bad I can’t stand not to touch her.
That wasn’t her thought. Wasn’t her desire. It was Zachary’s. Adult Zachary’s.
Wanna sit back on my throne and haul her with me.
The adult Zachary stared across the backstage chaos, focusing all his attention on the beguiling makeup artist.
Wanna strip every stitch of clothing from her body, pull her onto my lap and let her take us for the ride of our lives.
He narrowed his eyes, watched her, didn’t take his gaze off her. Couldn’t.
Everything went black. The tingles ceased. So did the electricity.
“…so fucking stupid of me.”
Her hand was free.
“Eve, baby, come back to me.”