usually much more circumspect. But he hardly noticed.
She sat on the bed and scooted back, her breasts bouncing with her movement. Zac yanked down his underwear and kicked it off, watching how Rose stopped, her eyes fixated on him. He brought a hand to himself, as if that might calm the heat a little, but her eyes widened and he could feel a drop of moisture dewing the head of his erection.
He reached for the protection he kept in a drawer nearby. He’d never had to have it ready like this before. Almost as if he might forget. Rose tracked his movements as she sat on her hands on the bed, legs tightly together, drawn up.
‘Lie back.’
Slowly she lay down, eyes still on him, hair around her head like a cloud of red-gold. He came down alongside her on the massive bed, very aware of how dark his skin was next to hers.
He put a hand on her belly, stretched it out, almost encompassing all of it with the span. Her muscles jerked against him.
‘I’m going to make this good for you…but it might hurt a little at first. Just trust me, okay?’
She nodded jerkily. He dipped his head and kissed her, long and luxuriously, drawing her as close to his body as he could without exploding. She was soft and silky, but quivering like a taut bow under his touch.
She gave herself to him with sweetly innocent abandon, but then suddenly drew back, going tense. She looked over his shoulder at the huge windows in his room. ‘Won’t people be able to see in?’
Zac recalled how one of his previous lovers had specifically wanted him to make love to her up against the glass, for that very reason. It left a bitter taste in his mouth now.
‘No, it’s specially tinted glass…’
‘Oh…okay.’
She relaxed against him again and Zac smoothed a hand down from her neck to her breast, cupping it and squeezing the firm flesh, seeing how her nipple protruded like a sharp berry. Her breathing quickened—an untutored and totally sexy response. Zac prided himself on being a good lover, but right now he felt as if everything he knew was unravelling.
He bent and put his mouth to Rose’s sweet offering, lights exploding behind his eyes as he ran his tongue over her tight flesh and then sucked it into his mouth. He could feast on her breasts for days, he thought, his erection growing even harder at the sounds of her soft, breathy moans and the way her hands found his head and her fingers tightened in his hair.
He slid the hand on her belly down to where her legs were pressed tight together. Gently he encouraged her to relax them, and she opened up. The musky smell of her arousal hit his nostrils and he had to lift his head for a second to clear it.
Her hands were still in his hair and she was looking up at him, flushed and dazed, green eyes huge. Mouth plump and pink. The tips of her breasts wet from his mouth.
His penis twitched at her look and he knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer. He explored through the soft curls that hid the seam of her body and he almost groaned aloud when he felt how plumped and wet she was. Ready for him again.
He looked down as he efficiently pulled off her underwear. Soft golden curls hid her sex, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to taste her. He moved down the bed and hooked her legs over his shoulders.
She lifted her head, eyes wide. ‘Zac…?’
He just said, ‘Shh, lie back.’
She did, and he pressed kisses to her soft inner thighs before exploring her more intimately. Her smell was more intoxicating than the most expensive perfume in the world. He licked his way through her secret folds and thrust his tongue into that tight channel.
Her hands were on his head, fingers digging in painfully, but not even that could distract him. He was getting drunk on her, flicking her clitoris, then thrusting deep again, fighting the urge to grind his hips to the bed and find his own relief.
She was pushing her body at him now and he reached up a hand to cup her breast, squeezing it hard just as she came—her body convulsing as powerfully as it had before.
A fractured thought occurred to him that he could never lose his hunger for this woman and her swift responses, but it was drowned out by his need to bury himself inside her or go mad.
He reared up to see a dreamy smile on her face. Perspiration sheened her skin, making it even more luminous.
Sheathing himself with the protection, Zac positioned himself between her legs. ‘Ready?’ He sounded coarse, guttural. Desperate.
She nodded, still looking a little drugged. He slid in carefully, just the head breaching her body first. She was still slick, but tight.
Her hands came to his arms, holding tight. ‘I’m okay…keep going.’
Zac reached under her body and shifted her slightly, coming up on his knees, widening her thighs even further. She gasped as he slid in a little more. He wrapped her legs around his hips.
He bent over her and put his mouth on hers, sucking her tongue deep, and then he thrust again…hard. He swallowed her gasp and met it with a rough gasp of his own. He was embedded deep in her hot, tight embrace.
He drew back. She was panting, nails digging into his muscles. His insides curdled when he saw how pale she was. ‘Are you okay?’
She took a minute and then nodded. ‘I…I think so.’
Zac reached down between them and found her sensitised bud. He massaged her gently, feeling a quiver of reaction along his length. He gritted his jaw, trying to stay in control of his bodily functions when all he wanted to do was pull out and thrust back in so hard and deep he’d see stars for a week.
He moved slowly, inexorably, out and then in again, feeling Rose’s body relax its tighter-than-tight grip. Testosterone flooded him at the thought that he was the first man to experience this with her.
His arms wrapped tight around her as his powerful body struck up a rhythm, moving in and out. Any last vestiges of control were fast fraying at the edges as Rose’s body responded, her legs squeezing tighter around him. Her nipples scraped against his chest.
And then, when her hips started to circle in small movements, he couldn’t hold on. He thrust deep and long inside her, and somehow—miraculously—felt the telltale contractions of her own climax squeezing him just before he tipped over into a place of extreme pleasure so intense that he was aware of nothing for long moments but the frantic beating of his heart.
When he finally floated back to earth he realised he was crushing Rose into the bed, his body heavy on hers. His head was locked into the space between her neck and shoulder. Little weak pulsations rippled along his length every few seconds. His body responded. He raised his head to look down incredulously. Sex had never had this effect on him before.
Rose’s head was turned to the side; her eyes were closed. She was no longer holding his arms and something cold gripped him, dousing his desire. He pulled free of her body and saw her wince slightly.
He’d felt her body react—he’d been sure she’d been okay… But had he taken his pleasure with no regard for her well-being? He moved down beside her and saw her legs close together—saw also the telltale sign of blood on his sheets. He felt as if someone had just punched him in the gut.
He pulled up a sheet, covering her body. His voice sounded unbearably rough to his ears. ‘Rose…are you okay? Did I hurt you?’
Rose knew she couldn’t avoid Zac’s question forever. She could feel the weight of his gaze almost as tangibly as she’d felt the weight of his body. Deliciously. Surrounding her with his musky heat and hard muscles. Until a few moments ago he’d been inside her, a heavy thick weight. Still hard.
Slowly she turned to face him and saw his eyes widen with shock as he reared back.
‘You’re