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He tugged her robe off her shoulders, hung it behind the door and turned the lock before returning to help her onto the table.
“Is it worth me even asking if you’re allowed to do this here?”
“Do what?You’ve instituted a no-sex day, remember?I’m just here to make sure you have the best possible time.Without sex.”
The sharp pang of disappointment made her bite her lip as she settled on the table.
He reached across her to grab the bottle containing amber-colored liquid.The flex of his abs and the warmth of his golden skin made her want to retract her no-sex stipulation and jump him right there and then.
But being away from his house, watching him interact with others during the race and lunch, and sitting beside him on what she could probably call their first date had shown her that she wanted Zachary Savage outside of the bedroom, too.She wanted more dates.Wanted to know more about him than what made him hard and how long he could hold on to his control in bed.
To do that, she needed to be able to withstand seeing him like this and not touching.She needed to feel his hands on her and think her way through it.Otherwise sex would be all they would have.
Her breath caught.
What the hell happened to just having fun?
She caught his gaze on her and squeezed her eyes shut.She wasn’t ready to answer that question, wasn’t ready to acknowledge that something was happening to her that scared the shit out of her.
His hands slid up her midriff, and she fought the slide into insanity.
Was it worth contemplating a future with this man?Her every instinct screamed yes, but her head cautioned against it.
Zach had said in Paris that they wouldn’t be over after this trip.
And yet, after a week, she didn’t know more than a handful of facts about the man who’d fulfilled every single one of her sexual fantasies.
Falling in love with him—if she allowed herself to fall in love with him—would be like falling in love with a ghost.
“I can hear you thinking, Peaches.You’re as stiff as a board.Relax.”
She cleared her mind of her troubling thoughts and gave in to the firm, hypnotically soothing massage.
She was drifting away on a blissful sea of pleasure when his hand drifted over her shoulders and fell away.
“You ticked an item on your list you didn’t even know you had with the camel racing.How about we conquer something else?”
She slowly opened her eyes.A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were serious.“What are you talking about?”she asked, her sense of comfort evaporating.
He picked her up off the table and slowly lowered her to her feet.Twining her fingers with his, he led her to the curtain and grasped one end of it.
“Your muscles are still sore.I think a warm bath will work wonders?—”
Fear congealed in her gut.“No.The massage and shower was all I needed.”
“Bethany…”
“Zach—”
She stopped when he slid the curtain back.The square sunken bath was laid with mosaic tiles like the rest of the room.Steam rose from the water on which floated rose petals, and the scent of eucalyptus oil assailed her senses as she walked in.
But nothing could dissipate her fear as she stared at the water.
Dropping his towel, he faced her.
“Do you trust that I won’t let anything happen to you?”he asked, his voice firm and solid.
She shook her head at what he was asking.“Trusting you isn’t the issue here, Zach.I just don’t think… I can’t do it.”