Page 86 of Mile High Addiction

He leaned closer until their foreheads touched.“Today has been… challenging.”

“I know.”

He turned her around until her back touched the cross.“Give me this.Help ground me a little?”

She shivered at the sensation of the smooth iron studs against her naked skin.Heat flared anew in his face as his gaze dropped to her hardening nipples.His lips parted and his tongue snuck out to rest against his lower lip.

Knowing he was caught helplessly as she was in the same maelstrom of emotion and arousal lent her to the power to take the final step.

Gratitude, wonder, and anticipation blazed across Zachary’s face as she slowly held out her hands to him.

He caught and secured her hands above her head, the leather cuffs snug but not too tight.He trailed his fingers down her arm and along her exposed sides, making her squirm with need and a healthy amount of belly-twisting anxiety.

God, she’d strayed so far out her comfort zone, it was beyond ridiculous.But somehow she’d grown to trust Zach, to know nothing would happen here that she didn’t want.

“Step up for me, baby.”He gave the guttural instruction as he crouched before her, one hand waiting to secure her ankle holster.

Biting her lip, she positioned her feet on the protruding ledge.Quickly, he fastened the cuffs and rose to surge over her.

One forefinger caressed her cheek, his gaze intent on her face.“Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel helpless and powerful at the same time,” she gasped.

“Perfect.That means you won’t give in quickly.”

“Give in to what?”

“To this.”Lowering his head, he sucked one nipple into his mouth and then bit on the hard nub.

“Zach!”Her cry ripped from her throat as fire flashed through her pelvis.She was soaking wet before he turned to deliver the same attention to her other nipple.

Her hands jerked against her bonds, ramming home how helpless she was.But each tug brought a fresh wave of lust rather than fear.

He started to lift his head.She moaned her protest.“No.More.”

The slow, satisfied smile that spread across his face caught at her heartstrings.He repeated the action, closing his eyes to concentrate on his task as she cried out in pleasure.

When he lifted his head, his control was firmly in place.

Zachary Savage was in his element.

The man caught in the riptide of anguish had receded.In his place was the master of sex, whose bedroom skills were honed to perfection.

He suckled her hard, lapped her with lazy sweeps of his tongue until she was poised on the edge of orgasm.

Then he withdrew.Stepping behind her, he brushed her hair to one side and planted hot kisses on her nape.

Reaching around her, he cupped one breast and drifted his other hand down her midriff.He paused at the top of her mound.“Do you want me to touch you here, Peaches?”he whispered in her ear.

“Yes.”

“Tell me how wet you are for me first,” he instructed hoarsely.

“So wet.I’m dripping with it.I need you, Zach.”Her voice caught on a helpless sob.

He shuddered at her back and cupped her almost roughly.“That is your power right there, Bethany.You don’t know how much I want to take what you’re offering.”

“Take it.It’s yours.”

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