Page 20 of Mile High Addiction

For some reason, Zachary Savage, having made it very plain that he wanted to get into her panties in the very near future, was going out of his way not to touch her.She knew it wasn’t because he wanted to maintain a sense of propriety in front of his employees.For parts of their tour, he’d instructed Tracy, her personal guide, and Philip, her bodyguard, to give them privacy as he’d shown her around the exquisite Yuyuan Gardens.

But even when they were alone, although he stayed close, he was very careful not to touch her.The urge to ask him why hovered on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it down and curbed her own desire to step closer, slide her hands over that ripped, mouthwatering chest.

“Are you okay?”

She looked up and found him staring at her, eyes narrowed and probing in a way that made her fear he could read her thoughts.

Quickly, she nodded.“I’m fine, just a little worn out from trekking all over the city.”

The boots she’d worn with her jeans and white lacy top were beginning to pinch hard, and her feet ached from the pace he’d set since they left the hotel at nine that morning, but her senses were on fire with the whole experience.

“You should’ve told me to slow down.”

“What, and miss all the amazing places you’ve taken me today?”

He merely smiled, a devastating smile that sent heat through her stomach and made her clit pulsate.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”He stepped back and indicated the limo idling on the curb outside the steps to the temple.

They drove through Pudong District and entered the heartland of cosmopolitan Shanghai, with skyscrapers and iconic towers that stretched into the sky.

“Thank you for showing me around,” she said as the car drove them back to the hotel.

Bethany tried not to devour him with her eyes as he lounged next to her in the back seat.Of course, he had no such compunction.Every time she moved, his gaze followed.He tracked her with the focus of a jungle predator, and even though his stance remained graceful and relaxed, there remained a coiled energy about him that her hyperaware senses couldn’t ignore.

“My pleasure,” he said simply.One arm slid over the back of the seat, within a whisper of where the messy bun of her hair touched the headrest.Perhaps he even caught a strand between his fingers.She was much too overwhelmed with what his proximity did to her to find out.

Silence thrummed between them.One he didn’t feel inclined to break.No, Zachary was content to just lounge like a predator in the sun and watch her.And she… she was getting worked up over the whole staring-but-not-touching crap going on.She turned her head as the Nanpu River came into view, but it didn’t alleviate the awareness crawling over her skin.

She turned back to him.“So how many languages do you speak, besides Mandarin and English?”

“Five.Seven if you count slightly less salubrious words in two other languages,” he replied.

“You mean swear words?”

His mouth curved in one of those wicked smiles.Her sex clenched hard and her nipples tightened into needy points.

“No, I mean fuck words, Bethany.I’m fluent in Greek and Armenian.If you like, I can describe your every move, your every sound and how your sweet cunt feels around my cock when we fuck.Do you like dirty talk during sex, Bethany?”

Fire engulfed her.Her hands clenched in her lap as she watched him lean closer, his gaze running feverishly over her face.

“Why is that important?”she managed to squeeze out.

“I want you to educate me in what pleases you; what turns you on.Just as I intend to teach you how to satisfy me.”He leaned even closer, brought that heady smell of potent masculinity and expensive, exclusive aftershave with him.

Her senses reeled, as they’d been reeling since she walked into the private hangar yesterday.

“You want to know what pleases me?”

He nodded once.

“Finding out a little bit about the man I’m intending to abandon my trip for would be nice.”

His gaze cooled and he relaxed back in his seat.Turning that mesmerizing gaze from her, he glanced out the window.

“You know who I am in all the ways that count.”

“I beg to differ.I know your name and some of the businesses you’re involved in.How do I know underneath those expensive clothes you’re not really a seventy-year-old man addicted to plastic surgery and steroids?”

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