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CHAPTER TWELVE

FREYA SLEPT WITH the windows open.

For everything Zack liked about hotels, windows that didn’t open were one of the things that he didn’t like. It was a cool night and the sound of rain was lulling.

Not for Freya.

She lay listening to the sound of night-time from her bed but with Zack by her side, and all in her world was shaken.

Beautifully so but scarily so.

And how could you let yourself simply enjoy something when you’d been told it couldn’t last?

And what if what she had discussed earlier with Cleo turned out to be right?

‘What’s wrong?’ Zack asked, as Freya turned to get comfortable again.

‘Nothing,’ she said.

‘Liar.’ He gave her a kiss. ‘But that’s okay.’

Side on they faced each other and Freya found that she was smiling. ‘You smell of my soap.’

‘I taste of your soap,’ Zack said. ‘If you need to check.’ His leg hooked her in closer and he made her feel all shivery as his hand played with one tender breast. ‘For someone who doesn’t like it...’

‘I didn’t like the idea of it,’ Freya said. ‘I’d never done it.’

Zack frowned.

‘So in my office...’

‘It was my first time.’

They’d never spoken about it. Sometimes, for Zack, it almost felt like a dream, only he knew that it hadn’t been. It had been the night they’d moved their relationship into work. They’d shifted the lines but in ways he hadn’t even known at the time.

That should daunt him. No doubt it would soon—that something that was clearly an issue for her wasn’t when she was with him. Zack had thought oral the least intimate of sex, but not now.

He slipped his hand between her legs and got the clamp of her thighs.

‘I don’t think I’d like it.’

‘Do you want to try?’

Freya nodded.

Her mind was going at a hundred miles an hour. She wanted everything while she had him. Always she stopped him, beneath the belly button a no-go zone for that beautiful mouth and she didn’t really know why.

‘I’m messed up, aren’t I?’ Freya said.

‘I told you the day I met you, that’s how I want you.’

It hadn’t been what he’d meant then but it made her smile now. He kissed her long and deep until her thighs were loose to his hand. And then he moved down and her breasts were so tender, and Freya was starting to know why.

Zack was oblivious, blissfully so. He just heard her fevered moans as he tasted and sucked and licked till she rolled from her side to her back.

He slid down and paid the same attention to her stomach and then he moved lower and kissed her right up her thighs, nibbling at the top inner part that she had once hated so much.

Zack made her body feel beautiful, every part of it. She had worked on herself for ever and had got to like herself enough, but he made her in love with it.

‘I don’t like it,’ Freya said when his mouth took possession, and he ignored her and probed at the tension, tasting her deep, and then back to her clitoris. Freya closed her thighs on his head and he burrowed in deeper and her hips lifted from the bed. She resisted the pleasure, she stayed tight to his tongue, and then Zack moaned into her.

She felt the vibration, the sensual moan of his want and his turn-on. His focus was intent now and she succumbed. It was the most bliss she had known, to come to the most intimate kiss his mouth could give, to be tasted and adored.

There was no triumphant smile as his mouth lifted, Zack was the one crossing his own lines now. He came up the bed and kissed her mouth as deeply as he had her sex. He had Freya taste herself on his lips, his cheeks, and then he moaned again as he slid in. The same moan he had given earlier, and they stopped holding back because this wasn’t just sex.

‘I’m going to come,’ Zack said, almost with regret, because he was loving her, he knew.

Freya was frantic, coming, while making this strange attempt to climb out of arms that would one day let her go. They were saying each other’s names, breathing, kissing, coming and so close, so completely besotted and not fighting it now.

‘Zack...’ She pressed her lips together because she was going to say the wrong thing and lay there afterwards, with something else building—tears. The utter release to her body, the clearing of her mind and she was as close to crying as she dared to be.

He held her so hard afterwards. ‘You can cry,’ Zack said.

But she wouldn’t.

He’d had everything, all of her, he had taken her right to the edge. She would not give him that.