Rhythm of My Heart

could worship more of her.

He flattened his tongue against her slit and licked her from her pussy lips to her clit and back down again.

Eve squealed. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she pushed her groin harder against her mouth.

Zachary licked her again and again, loving the warmth beneath his tongue, the slick heat, the tight nub, the way her shivering increased until she trembled against his face.

And still he licked steadily, squeezing her buttocks, heady from her scent and her reaction.

“Oh, God…Zachary. I’m going to… Can’t stop. I…I! Oh, God. Oh, my fucking God.”

Ah, Jesus. He wasn’t sure he could survive this. Wasn’t sure he could escape her release unscathed. Already she’d reached a part of him he’d never let a woman reach before. If she gave him everything, he might be forced to return her gift—with his heart.

She convulsed around him, her pussy spasming beneath his tongue. A fresh burst of liquid heat spilled over his tongue as she came, her cries echoing through his ears.

He’d been wrong. He could survive this, survive her rapture, her release—so long as he survived it a millions items over. In fact, now that he’d witnessed her breaking around him, he wasn’t sure he’d survive without it.

But as her convulsions and trembling eased, a sense of arrogant smugness seized him. He’d done this to her. He’d brought her to this peak.

Not enough. Not even close to enough.

He needed to see her overwhelmed again—overwhelmed and coming on his tongue. Now.

Zachary flipped her over. Just rolled her from her back to her stomach and bit her on the ass, hard enough to leave a tingle but not a mark.

She gave a breathy laugh, and a fresh wave of blood hit his dick.

“Climb onto your knees.”

Eve tried. He could see the effort she made, but her legs were shaky and she flopped down on the bed with another breathless laugh.

Jesus, Zachary burned to bury himself deep, deep, deep inside her.

Instead he lifted her to her knees, supporting her before she collapsed again and urged her to lean forward so she was stretched out before him, her ass in the air, her breasts and shoulders resting on the bed.

Her pussy glistened, pink and puffy and perfect, wet from her juices and his tongue. Again he buried his head between her thighs and feasted.

He palmed her buttocks, kneading the flesh as he dipped his tongue inside her slit, fucking her with it.

She gasped and twisted. “Can’t. No…please. Too sensitive.” But even as she spoke she relaxed against him, letting him dip his tongue inside her once more. “God, Zachary.” Her voice was muffled against the sheets. “What are you doing to me?”

Whatever he could. This was just the beginning.

Zachary feasted on her. Like a starving man he lapped and laved, nibbled and nipped, kissed and sucked. He let one finger trail over the curve of her ass and lightly tickled her hole.

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.