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“Find a different route to make him play ball.”He tilted her face and looked into her eyes.“I promise you, Bethany, one way or the other, this will be resolved.”
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“Morning, Peaches.Time to wake up.”Warm lips kissed along her shoulders and down her spine.
She groaned and buried her head deeper into the pillow.“Why?It’s Saturday.And it’s stupidly early,” she protested.
“I want to hit the pool.”He trailed his lips from one dimple above her ass to the other.
“And you want me to leave my warm bed and come and watch you swim.What’s in it for me?”
He worked his way back up and nuzzled her earlobe.“A newly energized lover who may give you a poolside fuck if you come keep him company.”
She groaned again.“You just spent half the night fucking me, Zach.”
He paused at her neck.“Is that a complaint?”
She knew better by now, so she shook her head.“Throw in a coffee, and I’ll consider your offer.”Even as she said it, the smell of freshly ground coffee hit her nostrils.
He pulled away.She turned over to see him smiling and holding out a steamy mug.“I know how grouchy you get without your caffeine fix.”
Accepting the cup, she took a grateful sip.He got out of bed, naked and unashamedly magnificent.At the door, he paused and stared back at her.“You coming?”
She stared down at her naked state.“I need to throw on some clothes first.”
His mouth compressed.“You don’t need to, but if you insist, you can grab a T-shirt from in there.”He pointed to the dressing room and walked out.
She took another sip and set her cup down.Zach might have no compunction about walking around butt naked, but she’d never felt comfortable walking around in the buff.She didn’t think she ever would.
Walking into his dressing room was like walking into a shadow of Zach’s lingering aura.His smell and potency permeated the room, and she had to force herself to focus on finding a T-shirt instead of sniffing the air like an eager puppy.
By the time she got to the pool, his huge body was cleaving rapidly through the water.Watching him swim, much like watching him do anything, was a heady experience.The man was a fucking god amongst other men, with a stamina that defied reason.
He’d set a timer by the poolside and it read fifteen laps done already.
She made her way slowly to the side of the pool where he’d found her last night, took two steps into the water and perched on the edge.The water lapped her legs as she finished her coffee.
Setting the cup aside, she leaned back on her hands and continued to watch Zach.
God, he really was magnificent.The timer hit sixty laps and he continued to swim, his energy not showing signs of depleting.
Recalling him expending that energy on her last night, her belly grew hot.Heat arrowed between her legs, and she bit her lip on a soft moan.By the time he hit eighty-five, she was struggling to breathe.
Jesus, she was so pathetic.And helplessly addicted to everything about Zachary Savage—his inhuman strength, his determination, his body.
Her legs slowly slid open and water lapped against her hot sex.She rocked her hips and sensation built.Her eyes started to drift shut, and her breath grew shallower as memories of last night rushed into her mind.
He’d feasted on her like a man starved for a century.And she’d loved every single minute of it.
Dimly, she heard the timer beep.She opened her eyes to see him stroking toward her, his wet hair slicked back and his magnificent eyes taking in her shameless stance.
“I see you started without me.”His eyes lingered on her peaked nipples, visible through his T-shirt, before drifting down.
“Watching you swim made me hot,” she confessed breathlessly.
His eyes dropped to her open sex, and his nostrils flared.“And wet.”
His hands surged out of the water and traced her inner thighs.One thumb brushed her clit, and a cry ripped from her lips.