Page 19 of Sky High Obsession

He raised an eyebrow.“Want me to stop?Come over here and make me.”

She actually took a step before she realized his trick.He wanted contact.He knew it would give him the advantage.One touch from him, and she would be putty in his hands.She locked her knees and glared at him.“Nice try.”

His smile was filled with pure masculine confidence and gritty determination.“I play to win, baby.Never forget that.”

The elevator arrived.She stepped in and held her breath as he entered behind her.Willing her hand not to shake, she pressed the button for her floor and clutched her tiny purse, avoiding eye contact.

He lounged against the opposite wall, his eyes never leaving her.His scent surrounded her, invading her senses, viciously reminding her of the hunger clawing through her belly.

“Peaches,” he murmured in a low undertone.Anger still vibrated in his voice, but alongside it reeked dark, dirty sex.Pure, lethal Zach Savage, intent on getting his way.“Stop pushing me away.”

“No.I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Going against my better judgment.Believing that things will turn out okay.I did that with Chris.I refuse to do that again.”

His jaw clenched hard.“I’m not fucking Chris, Bethany.If you’re saying that to drive me away, I suggest you quit while you’re ahead.”

Her breath shuddered out.The elevator slid open, and she rushed out to her door.Inserting the key, she opened the door and turned to face him.“I’m home now.You can leave.”

His eyes narrowed.“I’m not leaving.”

“Yes, you are.I have a birthday date with my vibrator, and I’m not going to let you keep us apart.”

His eyes darkened dramatically.Jaw clenched hard, he breathed in deep.“I can’t go.I’ve been without you for a week.It’s driving me fucking insane.You’re upset, and you’re determined to make me suffer.I get it.But I’m not leaving.Not until you tell me you can find it in your heart to give me one hour of your time.”

Looking at him hurt so much, she turned away abruptly.His low growl, and the burn of her skin, told her his gaze had found his favorite part of her body—her ass.The magnetic pull of his gaze threatened to undo her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she sent him a brittle smile.

“Stay.Leave.I don’t care.But don’t interrupt me,” she said with more bravado than she was anywhere near feeling.

Every step she took, her legs shook with the need to reverse her direction.She wanted to run to him, feel his embrace, jump his bones.But she didn’t.

She entered her bedroom and stopped.Breathing in deep, she dug her feet into the carpet, fighting the screaming desire to submit to his will.

No way was she giving in.Zach would get the message eventually.She’d been blind where Chris was concerned.She’d made a fool of herself in Marrakech for Zach.She’d given him her love, and he’d thrown it back in her face.He loved to fuck her.But he didn’t love her.Would never love her.

His heart belonged to a wife, long dead and buried, and she sure as hell wasn’t about to compete with a ghost whose life… and death… she still had no clue about.

Her hand trembled, and she hesitated.Then her mouth firmed.

It was her birthday.

And she had needs, dammit.She’d denied her body’s craving for far too long.With an angry jerk, she tugged off her dress and let it drop to the floor, followed quickly by her panties and strapless bra.

She left her jewelry on and sat, naked, on her bed.Reaching beside her, she slid the bedside drawer open.The rabbit Keely had gifted her, what felt like a lifetime ago, was still wrapped in its package.She ripped it open and flicked the vibrator on.The low hum thrummed along her nerves.

Her heart began to pound.Heat raced under her skin, flaring within her as excitement built inside.

She slid onto the bed and braced her back against the headboard.Her nipples were puckered hard, her breasts heavy and aching as desire rampaged through her.Her bracelets jangled as she slid her hand down her body toward that tight, needy place, which throbbed its incessant demand between her legs.

At the first touch, she gasped.

She was wet.God, she was so wet.And hot.And agonizingly hungry for the one thing she wouldn’t let herself give in to.

The door she’d left ajar slowly gaped wider.

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