Page 58 of Mile High Addiction

“What’s that?”

“It’s a tagine pot.”He lit the portable fire underneath it before he returned to the middle of the island where the chopping board was set.

Sunlight slanting through the large bay windows glinted off the knife and the short silky hairs on his wrist as he chopped vegetables and diced chicken.He tossed the chicken into the pot with herbs and a dash of oil then started on the salad.

“Where did you learn to cook?”

He shrugged.“Here and there.I picked up quite a bit on my travels, but I don’t always get the chance to indulge.”He looked up at her.“Forgive me if I’m a little bit rusty.”

“You’re talking to a girl whose other best friend is the local Italian takeout menu.You won’t get any complaints from me.”She took a sip of wine and told herself that watching him chop vegetables really wasn’t as sexy as her jumpy hormones were trying to imply.

But she couldn’t look away.

He moved to the tagine pot and raised the lid.The smell of sizzling, smoky chicken filled the air.Twenty minutes later, Zach served up their meal and took a seat next to hers.

Forking a mouthful of golden, herb-infused couscous and a bite of chicken, he held it out to her.“I need a verdict.”

She took the mouthful and chewed.Rich textures exploded on her tongue, and she barely managed to stop from groaning in pleasure.Forcing herself to keep a straight face, she shrugged.

“It’s okay, I guess.”

His eyes widened a touch before he frowned down at his plate.“What’s wrong with it?”

“I’m not certain, exactly.Perhaps another bite to make sure?”she suggested.

Still frowning, he heaped another forkful and fed her.Again, she sampled the exquisite dish and shook her head.“I just don’t know, Zach.I think you’ll have to feed me the whole plate before I can make up my mind one way or the other.”

“I have to…” He caught the quiver of laughter moving her shoulders and dropped the fork onto her plate.

“Gotcha,” she crowed.

He grabbed either side of her stool and swerved her round to face him.Leaning forward, he kissed her hard.It was meant as punishment for teasing him, but it was a price she was more than willing to pay.

He cut it agonizingly short and glared at her as he raised his head.

“Eat your food, Green.You’ll need your strength to make it up to the chef for that ego-shredding insult.”

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The next three days passed in slow, sultry bliss.She sunbathed in the solarium before the midday sun flared too hot.Later in the afternoon, she listened to music on her iPhone or caught up with her emails while Zach swam, a ritual she was learning he repeated twice a day for almost an hour each time.

After the first time she’d seen him walk indoors, droplets of water clinging to his skin and his thick cock firmly outlined in his trunks, she’d given up pretending not to stare.

She squirmed now as she heard him turn on the shower after his swim.No matter how many times they’d devoured each other, the desperate need for him refused to diminish.

Her nipples peaked beneath her white bikini top as she listened to Pink scream about being a slut.

Welcome to my world, sister.

She didn’t even need to be in the same room as Zachary Savage in order to hit the state of wet anticipation.And when he walked in with that sure, sexy stride and his eyes zeroed in on her, like they did now, she knew squeezing her thighs together, to stem the ravenous ache building inside her, was no use.

“Good swim?”she asked, her voice breathy in that slutty way Pink would be proud of.

“Hmm,” he murmured, heavy-lidded eyes sliding over her scantily clad body.“But it would’ve been better with you.”

“Nah, I would just slow you down.Or jump you mid-stroke.”

“Hmm.”Determination flared in his eyes, but he banked it a moment later.

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