He stood to one side and waved her up,
a wicked smile curving his sensuous lips. “After you, Miss Green.”
Thank God she’d shaved her legs last
night was her first thought. Her second was whether her panties were visible
through the thin fabric of the flirty yellow Vera Wang summer dress Keely had
insisted she wear.
Oh, what the hell did it matter?
Propriety had gone out the window the
moment she’d set eyes on this man. All the same, she couldn’t stop her hand
from fluttering against the back of her dress as she mounted the stairs.
She heard his soft hiss and belatedly
realized that all she’d done was succeed in plastering the material against her
ass. Her Kardashian ass, as Keely liked to call it.
By far it was her worst feature,
ridiculously large in comparison to the rest of her body. While her breasts
were an okay size and her stomach and thighs responded well to exercise, having
been primed with ballet from an early age, her ass let her down every time. It
was why she’d given up her dreams of becoming a prima ballerina.
She reached the top of the stairs and
quickly dropped her hand.
Before she could open it, he reached
past her and threw the door open.
The moment she entered, she knew why
she’d felt the weird sensation as she’d walked into the Executive Guest Suite.
Moving forward, she stopped in front of
the glass wall, her heart hammering wildly in her throat as she looked down
into the open space below.
“You were in this room when I came in.”
It wasn’t a question. It was another certainty that stemmed from her soul.
“Yes.” His voice, hypnotic and sexy as
hell, washed over her.
“You saw me.”
“Yes.” He was closer, close enough for
her to smell him again.
“And you came downstairs?”
“I couldn’t not.”
She turned. He stood less than a pace
away, those mesmerizing eyes on her. Again, his shoulders and his hands moved
restlessly, as if he was physically restraining himself from touching her.
“So, what now?”
His gaze raked her from head to toe and
back again. His lips parted and his tongue traced the inside of his lower lip.
“Now you place your hands on the wall behind you and spread your legs.”
Stunned excitement rocked through her
but she forced herself to breathe, to remain lucid. “W…why would I want to do
that?”
His smile was filled with pure sin.
“For your drug search, of course.”
“What…what about Tracy?”
His smile disappeared. “She won’t be
conducting the search. I brought you here because now I’ve seen you, now I have
you, Bethany Green, I refuse to let anyone else touch you.”
He took that last step until they were
a whisper apart. His head lowered and his nostrils flared as he breathed her
in, the sharp tinge of need in his every exhale. “Are you ready?” he rasped.
She looked up at him, every nerve in
her body tightening with need.
“No. You’re about to put your hands on
me and I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Zachary Savage. You can
call me Zach. In fact, I prefer it. Because Zachary is too long for the many
times I intend for you to scream my name when I make you come.”
Sweet. Baby. Jesus.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to say
that to your guests, Mr. Savage.” She was stunned her voice sounded halfway
normal because her brain was jumping with the shock of finding out who stood in
front of her.
Holy hell, she was talking to Zachary
Savage! Although her brain had fired off that possibility when she’d first seen
him, she’d discarded the idea because as captivating as the picture of him in
Time
had been, it did him no justice at
all.
This flesh and blood version was a
virile, charismatic, sexy as hell. This close she could see the myriad
expressions in his eyes as he looked at her. And the main expression made her
clit throb.
“I don’t believe in playing coy games. And
you’re not like the rest of the guests.”
“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t
you?”
“I know what I want. And I always get
it.”
“Or everything you’ve just said you
weren’t going to say could just be one huge, cocky line carefully designed to
get you the same result.”
His jaw tightened a touch but his avid
stare continued to bore into her.
To hypnotize her.
“It’s not a line, Bethany. You know that. You’ve just admitted you felt it.
What I felt when I saw you from this room—you felt it, too, even before
we’d exchanged a single word.”
Although she wanted to agree, Bethany
held back. Her instincts screamed that giving in too easily to this man would
be dangerous. “It’s a long cake walk from feelings to fucking, Mr. Savage.”
Even his surname tasted foreign on her tongue, exotic and exciting, and charged
with the endless possibilities shimmering in his eyes.
His nostrils flared. “Not for us. In
our minds, we’ve already fucked a hundred times in a hundred different ways.
Mental copulation is just as powerful as the real thing.”
Jesus! “And did I like it, this
hypothetical fucking?”
He grinned with complete and utter
masculine confidence, his white-toothed smile transfixing her. “You wouldn’t be
here, alone with me, if you hadn’t.”
“Mr. Savage—”
“Zach,” he insisted.
“Let’s be clear on one thing. I’m not
in a habit of jumping into bed with the first man who crooks his finger at me
on a Sunday morning.”
His nostrils flared in a barely
contained hint of displeasure. “You won’t be jumping into bed with any other
man for the foreseeable future. Let’s get
that
clear.”
The breath she blew out was both
desperate and exasperated. His closeness was doing things to her insides she
wasn’t sure she could accurately describe. From the moment she’d set eyes on him,
her nipples had peaked into tight, hard nubs. Bethany was sure there was some
sort of physical side effect from being this turned on for too long. The racing
of her heart alone scared the holy shit out of her. She needed to get out of
here, if only to find a moment’s reprieve. But from staring into his eyes, she
knew Zachary Savage wasn’t about to let her go.
“Are you going to conduct this search sometime
today or am I free to go board your plane?”
For an eternity he didn’t reply. Then
he took a single step back. “Drop your purse.”
Holding his gaze, she did as he asked without
argument. With a soft thud, her purse landed on the carpet beside them. She
didn’t realize just how vulnerable she felt until she didn’t have the imagined
security of her purse.
She swallowed hard and waited.
“Lift up your arms.”
A shiver went through her, but she
complied, slowly lifting her arms until they were level with her shoulder.
“Higher,” he rasped, his voice
strangely compelling.
Licking her dry lips, she raised her
arms higher until they were above her head. The action lifted her short dress.
Bethany didn’t have to look down to
know her legs were exposed to mid-thigh, that her breasts were pushed high by
her stance.
She watched him watch her, her breath
coming in pants as he slowly sank down onto his heels.
Slowly, he reached for the heel of her
shoe, lifted her foot and widened her stance. Then he grasped her foot and
placed it on his knee. Her platform-heeled shoe came off with little
resistance.
The moment Zachary Savage touched her,
Bethany knew she was thoroughly screwed.
Profound, electric and wild.
She marveled that so simple a touch on her heel could elicit such strong
feelings.
With precise movements he looked into
her shoe, checked the platform and stiletto, then set it aside. He conducted
the same scrutiny on her other shoe, then lowered her foot.
He raised his head and locked his dark
grey eyes on her as his fingers drifted up her ankles, over her calves. When he
touched the back of her knees, she couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping her
throat. He paused, his stare curious and hungry,
then
he continued upward, upward until his hands were underneath her dress, over the
super-sensitive skin of her hips.
Searching fingers grazed the edge of
her panties, traced the cotton to the space between her legs. Bethany saw him
swallow as his fingers encountered her wet heat. But he didn’t linger.
Lips clamped together as if holding
himself
together with the utmost control, he let his fingers
drift to the top edge of her panties and then to the sides before withdrawing.
She almost groaned in disappointment as
he continued his search over her dress. Large, strong hands travelled around
her waist, his grip sure and powerful as he searched upward over her midriff.
He rose to tower over her. Without her
heels, she came just below his shoulders. Again her feeling of vulnerability
escalated. He was so tall, so strong and powerful. He could break her with a
single snap.
And yet, looking into his face, she saw
a gentleness
in the depths of all that wild and savage
need.
Zachary Savage wouldn’t hurt her.
But he could certainly kill her with
lust if he chose to just rest his hands beneath her breasts like that.
As if sensing her agitation, he moved
his fingers, followed the line of her bra without palming her breast the way
she yearned for him to.
Although…Sweet Jesus. This was sexier
than she’d ever imagined. Way sexier. This push and play between them, the
touching and yet not touching…
She bit her lip against another groan
when his hands grasped her waist tightly and insistently before he let go.
“Turn around.”
Her sex pulsed harder, liquid heat pooling
between her thighs. A hairsbreadth away from becoming one hot mess, she turned
and placed heated hands against the cool glass.
This time he started from the top.
He lifted her hair and fingered the
heavy tresses with long, slow movements.
At one point, Bethany thought he lifted
a strand to his nose and inhaled, but her senses were so overwhelmed that she
couldn’t be sure.
Again, he searched the straps of her
bra then moved lower to her waist.
He was just about to skim her panties
when the click of the intercom echoed through the room.
“
Would
Indigo Lounge guests please make their way to the VIP room, please? Boarding is
about to commence
.”
She exhaled in a rush and started to
lower her arms.
“Not yet. There’s no rush.”
“But, we…I have to go.”
He stepped closer and caged her in, one
hand either side of her on the wall. “I own the plane, beautiful,” he whispered
in her ear. “It doesn’t fly unless I say so.”
“Okay, but you’re offering a service
and you have a duty to provide a great one.”
“I also have a duty to make sure my
rules are upheld. And you’re not leaving this room until I’m sure you’re fully
compliant with my wishes.”
His fingers walked up the glass to rest
over hers. Interlacing his through hers, he slowly lowered their arms. He let
go of her hands and he shifted behind her. Another powerful surge of
electricity scorched her as she felt his hands move to her ass. She closed her
eyes against the potent sensation and whimpered like a helpless kitten.
He cupped the heavy globes, molded
them,
then
squeezed tightly.
Then he muttered something she didn’t
quite catch, hard and urgent under his breath.
“What did you say?” she asked, her own
breaths quick and urgent.
The intercom buzzed again, interrupting
his reply, and summoning guests to the VIP room.
Zach grunted his annoyance but when he
spoke again, his voice held only dark, heated, implacable promise. This time
when he caged her, he pushed right against her, until the hard, rigid imprint
of his body was unmistakable against her back. He gripped her backside and
pushed against her till his thick, heavy cock rested between her ass cheeks.
“Soon. Very soon, when the time is
right, Bethany Green, I’m going to put my cock between these gorgeous peaches
and I’m going to crack-fuck you until you beg me to make you come. And that
will be just the beginning.”
***
“Omigod, he
said
that? He actually
said
that?”
Bethany held the phone closer to her
ear as she examined yet another bottle of
eau
de toilette
in her spacious, jaw-droppingly stunning cabin. She’d run out
of fingers to count the many luxuries spread all around her. Just as she’d run out
of how many times she’d replayed that conversation in the office over and over
in her mind.
“Which part, Keel?”
“The ‘call me Zach and scream my name
when I make you come’ part, of course. Jeez!”
“Yep, he said that.”
“And what did you say?”
Bethany paused and shifted the phone to
her other ear. “I told him he couldn’t call me Beth when
I
made him come because only one person calls me Beth and I didn’t
think he’d want me thinking of my father when I was in a compromising
position.”
Keely erupted in laughter. “You
didn’t!”
“Nah, not really, but I may have
thought it.” Bethany breathed again. She didn’t feel guilty for skimming over
the office episode because she wasn’t sure herself exactly what had happened.
Also, that last statement of his felt too intimate, too raw to share. Who’d
have thought the idea of being crack-fucked would turn her on so much!
She’d lost half of her mind the moment
she’d clapped eyes on Zachary Savage. The other half had gone the moment he’d
put his hands on her.
Heat engulfed her again as she relived those
electrifying minutes in his office.
Walking beside him and the other guests
onto the plane had been the hardest thing Bethany had done for a while.
For one thing, she’d been sure every
single one of the twenty-four Indigo Lounge guests knew what she’d been up to
in Zachary Savage’s office. And also because her panties had been so wet, every
step had been a tortuous reminder of her scandalous behavior.
The last straw had been when Zachary
had waved her before him at the foot of the jet steps.
“After you,” he said in that
sexy-as-hell voice.
She’d immediately shaken her head. “No,
after you this time. I insist.”
His knowing smile had made her face
flame. But it hadn’t stopped her from ogling his tight butt as he mounted the
steps into the plane.
Once inside though, sexual chemistry
had been replaced with another equally potent sensory bombardment.
The interior of the Airbus 380 was
exquisite. White and gold with indigo trimmings, the space remodeled
exclusively for high-net-worth clients was so stunning that Bethany forget to
breathe as she looked around.
A bar area where mimosas and tiny
croissants topped with shaved truffles were being handed out stood to one side.
Large, sumptuous club seats in groups of four were scattered up the mid-point
of the plane. Beyond that, separated by a gold, white and indigo pearl-drop
curtain, she spied another seating area.
She accepted a mimosa from a waitress—another
stunner, although a redhead this time—and whirled slowly as her gaze
lifted.
Above her, a Swarovski crystal
chandelier twirled, throwing dazzling light over the group.
“Wow,” she murmured.
“You like it?” Zach enquired from
beside her.
She lowered her head and stared at him,
feeling that breathlessness all over again when she looked into his magnificent
face. “Like it? I love it? It’s stunning!”
He inclined his head but not before she
saw a hint of pride wash over his face. That single expression sent a pulse of
something she couldn’t quite define through her.
He was pleased by her praise. Bethany
wasn’t sure how it was possible that she’d met him less than an hour ago, yet
already felt as if she knew him on some visceral level, but the knowledge that
her opinion meant something to him touched her deep inside.