“Slipping into your head—again.”
“Not mad at all. Just surprised. Again. Can you sit up?” He shifted back, giving her space.
Eve straightened up slowly, just in case another wave of giddiness hit. It didn’t. This vision had been much quicker than the last.
“I’ll get you a drink. Water? Something sweeter.”
“No, nothing, thanks, I’m good. But if you can hand me my panties and jeans, I can start getting dressed.”
Zachary didn’t move. “Dressed?”
“Yeah, you know. When you put your clothes on so you’re no longer naked.”
“I like you naked.”
Her gaze raked over his scrumptious body. “I like you naked too. But walking from your room to mine without clothes probably isn’t the wisest decision.”
He spread his hands in question. “Why would you want to walk to your room?”
“Oh, I don’t know. To sleep maybe?”
Zachary looked at her pointedly. “Is there a problem with this bed? I’ve slept in it just fine the last few nights.”
“Not at all. It’s a very comfortable bed. Big too.” Way bigger than the one in her room. “But it’s your bed, not mine.” And there was not a chance in hell she would sleep in his bed, with him.
“And so?”
“And so if I stay in it any longer, we both know neither of us will get any sleep. Especially now that I know how you felt about me after the concert.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You know how I felt?”
“I was you, remember?”
“Describe it.” His voice dropped, his tone lower than usual. Sexier. It rippled down her spine. “In detail.”
She bit her lip. That could get embarrassing. “Uh…you sure you wanna hear?”
“Very sure.”
“Okay.” She closed her eyes, remembering. “I felt like I’d been punched in the chest.” She smacked her chest for emphasis. “With a wallop of desire so powerful it smashed the breath from my lungs.”
“That’s how I feel every time I look at you.” His voice was even deeper, a gruff murmur that turned Eve’s insides to liquid.
She swallowed. “My body tightened.” There was no other way to put it. “Every muscle seemed, I don’t know, aware, alert. I needed…contact. Had to touch you. Er, me. Had to feel your—my—bare skin, flesh against flesh.”
She knew she was confusing her pronouns, but Zachary’s feelings mirrored hers so perfectly, it was tough to differentiate whether she spoke about herself or him.
Blood raced to her cheeks then, and she knew she was blushing. “Oh, God, who am I kidding? You just wanted to fuck me. Kind of like I just want you to fuck me now.”
He took her down with a primal growl. Pinned her to the bed with his massive shoulders, strong legs and erect dick. And he kissed her. Crushed his lips to hers, demanding she surrender everything to him. Her mouth, her pussy, her body, her heart. Her soul.
“Still wanna fuck you, Tiny. Want your naked flesh against mine. Want the contact. Want the loving. Want it now.”
He kissed her again, and she gave him everything he demanded. Willingly. And faster than she’d ever have believed possible. One minute she was preparing to leave, the next she was on her back, frantic to have him inside her again. Desperate to fuck him like he’d wanted to fuck her. Then. Before they’d met.
She clawed at his shoulders, slammed her body against his. Zachary may have wanted to make love to her earlier, but this, now, this urgent craving for satisfaction was all about raw desperation. Violent need. It was about instant gratification.
She ripped her mouth from his, arched her back and thrust her hips up. “Do it, Zachary. Do it now. Fuck me.”
Her pussy touched the tip of his cock and she twisted, spreading her legs, trying to get him inside.
He jumped off her with a frustrated shout.
His chest heaved, his cock throbbed against his stomach and the tendons in his shoulders and neck stuck out from vicious self-restraint. Zachary tried to speak, tried to say something, but gave up. He grabbed his cock, squeezing it, and clenched his teeth together, a look of agony on his face.
With his other hand he reached for the table beside the bed, finding a condom.
Ah, God. Lucky he’d been thinking logically enough to remember protection. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind.
He ripped the packet open with his teeth and seemed to gain a modicum of control. “This time you ride me.” His gaze trapped hers as he rolled the condom over his shaft. “Wanna watch you, wanna see you come.”
Eve’s control, on the other hand, was gone. His demands left it in a pile on the floor.
She jumped him.
Just threw herself at the man, knocking them both backwards. His instincts impressed her. He caught her as they went over, crashing to the floor, cushioning her fall.
Where she found the physical strength to knock back over six feet of solid muscle, she had no idea. She just appreciated the fluid grace of his reflexes and the care he took to protect her. It turned her on even more. Fed her hunger.
She couldn’t climb on top of him fast enough, couldn’t fling her leg over his waist with the same agility he’d used to catch her. But then it seemed he couldn’t get her on top of him quickly enough. He grabbed her waist, lifted her up and slammed her back down.
Too hurried. There was no synchronization.
She missed her target. Instead of impaling herself on his cock, she flattened it, and then almost wept as she slipped over his length, her slick pussy and clit caressed by the satiny steel of his erection.
His choked moan had her raising her hips again. Had her grabbing his dick behind her back and holding it in place. This time when he lifted her, the urgency was still there, but he guided her down more carefully, took a little longer, so when the tip of his shaft touched her pussy lips, she could center herself, center him, and slide down onto him, around him. Envelop him.
Sensation careened through her veins, intoxicating in its speed and strength.
Thick and long, he filled her. She leaned forward, accommodating him better, and the action inside brought a fierce groan to her throat.
“Jesus. You are perfect. Fucking perfect.” He began to move her, lifting her up by the waist and guiding her back down, rocking her over his dick, on it, fucking himself with her body.
Instinctively she tried to hasten his pace, fuck him harder, faster.
But unlike her, their joining seemed to have calmed the beast in him. Instead of the frenzied man who’d been desperate to get her on his dick, Zachary became the attentive lover, the man concerned only with her pleasure and his.
His fingers drummed against her hips as he rocked her, back and forth, up and down.
The deluge of pleasure was so intense it took a while to realize he moved her to a beat he must have heard in his head. It wasn’t just mindless sex. It was the slow, tantalizing rhythm of a tune she’d never heard before.
A throbbing, concentrated beat that swept through her as his fingers tapped, as he rocked her in time with those fingers. And then she caught the tempo, felt it deep inside her chest, like music playing through her.
She rocked in time with it, rising and falling on his dick as though they danced together to a favorite song.
Zachary watched her, his gaze never leaving her face as she found his rhythm and joined it. As she danced to his song. His mouth softened in a smile even as his gaze held hers.
His hands wandered, leaving her waist and finding her breasts, cupping them, strumming them, tapping out
