the beat on her nipples and around.
Eve thought for sure she’d found heaven. Landed there when Zachary plunged inside her. But when he began to hum in that rich baritone of his, harmonizing his voice with the tap of his fingers and the rocking of her body, she knew she’d been mistaken.
Heaven could only be complete when Zachary offered everything of himself. His rhythm, his beat, his body, his voice. His heart.
Because she saw it, sitting there, in the depths of his green eyes.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. His voice became a seductive whisper. She felt it like an internal caress just as she felt his hands stroking her chest.
What had begun as a wild ride—a forceful need to fuck—transformed into something very, very different. Something beautiful, unique. Something she’d shared with no one but Zachary, and she knew, deep in her heart, he’d be the only man she could ever share this rhythm with.
They swayed together for an eternity, Zachary humming, a wordless song meant just for her. And him. His voice crept along her skin, igniting every inch of her flesh. Her heart beat in time with his music. Her urgency dissipated in the beauty of their physical harmony.
She simply felt. Experienced the magnificence that was Zachary, became one with him.
Until he upped the ante. Changed the beat.
Zachary dropped one hand to her pussy, and just like his left hand tapped the tempo on her breast, his right tapped her clit. Just a finger. It was all he needed.
Sensation skittered up her spine and down again.
Liquid heat pooled afresh between her legs.
She opened her eyes, stared at him, and the naked heat, the raw passion in his gaze almost slayed her.
His song became too slow—she couldn’t keep to his pace. Not when his finger strummed, seduced, delighted. Not when every ounce of her awareness now focused on the small, swollen nub he played, and the inner muscles riding his shaft.
Eve rocked harder, losing the beat.
Zachary tapped faster, increasing the cadence. The song kept the same tune, only he played it with a different tempo, a faster one. Faster, then faster still, Zachary timing his taps with Eve’s wild rocking. He hummed a little quicker, his voice just as deep, just as beautiful as before, only now it was louder, echoing through her ears, down to her breasts.
Sensation built. She couldn’t hold it back much longer. Didn’t want to.
“Z-Zachary—”
The provocative hum stopped, transformed instead into a rapturous groan.
“Z-Zac…” She couldn’t speak.
The tempo against her clit picked up. And then she wasn’t the only one rocking. Zachary’s hips surged up, driving himself into her, deeper, harder, faster, filling her.
Harder, faster still.
Eve couldn’t keep up, stopped trying. The music in her mind played louder. Orchestras joined the drumbeat. Violins, trumpets, cellos. She heard them all. Felt them in every cell of her body.
She watched, almost transfixed, as he came, every muscle in his body rippling with his release, a study in perfect male beauty.
And then she couldn’t watch anymore, couldn’t focus. The beat took her, sending her over the edge. She came in an exquisite rush of music and pleasure. Came as Zachary emptied himself inside her.
Came to the sound of violins playing and drums crashing.
And when it was over, and the last notes of the song had finally filtered away, she collapsed on top of him, their rapid panting the only sound that filled the now silent, sated room.
Chapter Seven
The persistent, annoying ringing of her phone woke her.
“’Lo?” Her voice was hoarse and raspy, but seriously, what did the caller expect, forcing her out of her dream world like that?
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, my God. You kissed him.
The words hit home, jerking her fully awake. “Bree?”
She looked around, orienting herself. Hotel room. 7:43 a.m. Early. Way too early for someone who’d found her bed less than three hours ago.
“Details, Eve. I want every detail, right now. And don’t leave out one thing. Not even one word of any conversation you had with him. Holy shit. My little sister kissed Jonah Speed.”
Eve dragged a stunned hand over her eye and down her cheek. “What the…? Wait, Bree, how do you know?” Nothing like a little early morning madness from Briana to get her heart racing like the devil.
“How do I know? How do
She gasped. “In the newspaper?”
Bree was silent for a long second. When she spoke again her voice was more serious. “Uh-huh. In print and online. The
Eve shoved a hand through her wild hair. A knot of panic and unease built in her belly.
“Bree, take this one step at a time and tell me what you’re talking about. In detail.”
The air was perfumed with roses, but their sweet scent did nothing to settle her.
Roses. From Jonah. No…from Zachary. Her heart lurched.
“Okay, so I’m fast asleep, it’s still too early to wake Hannah, and Anthony walks in, newspaper in hand, and shakes me awake, right? ‘You’re gonna wanna see this, Bree,’ he says to me. ‘See what?’ I ask. His answer? ‘Your sister, getting hot and heavy with the drummer from
Eve’s stomach sank. Shit. The pictures. The flashes going off. Hundreds of them. She’d forgotten about them in the aftermath of Zachary’s kiss. What with her vision and the talking and Zachary making love to her, she hadn’t even given the photos another thought.
Jonah had kissed her at the after party in a room crammed full of people, for all and sundry to see—and photograph.
Damn it. Maybe she should have poked Zachary in the eye after all.
Both eyes.
The last thing she wanted or needed was to be in the public eye again. Eve’s specialization was backstage theatrics, in masking the real person, not displaying herself to the whole world.
“S-so it’s in the
“Uh-huh. But…that’s not all. After looking at the articles, I grabbed my iPad and searched news.com.au, and sheesh, Evie, you should see the headlines there.
Eve dropped her head in her hands with a loud groan.
“So it’s true? You really did kiss Jonah Speed?”
