Page 93 of Sky High Obsession

That thought made her heart swell and ache for him at the same time.He was fighting for them.She couldn’t deny that.And her love for him grew each time he showed her that.

“Specific,” he admitted with a harsh exhale.

“What can I do?”

He watched her silently in the mirror, then his lids slid down, veiling his expression.“You’re already doing it.You’re here with me.”He linked his fingers through hers and kissed her exposed neck.

She got the strong impression that hadn’t been his intended answer, but she let it go.She was learning fast which battles to pick and which to concede.

“Have you seen my phone?”

He tapped his breast pocket.“I have it, but you won’t be needing it tonight.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.“You plan to keep me busy all night?”

His mouth twitched sexily.“Now there’s an idea.Any chance of convincing you to ditch the others and play hooky with me?”

“Nope.And you say that, but I know you want this trip to be a success as much as I do.Failure is not an option for you.”

“No, but I also can’t help wishing this trip were over.I feel like we’re suspended over a goddamn cliff,” he grated out.

She faced him, and he pulled her closer, as desperate for contact with her as she was for him.

“Three days, Zach.I’m sure we can find a way to forget about the future and make the next seventy-two hours memorable,” she supplied.

His mouth slowly curved in a wicked smile.Her heart kicked into gear and began to race.

“Ah, baby.You want memorable?I can give you memorable.I just hope you can take it.”

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Decadence became the buzzword from the moment she stepped out of the suite and headed upstairs with Zach.

They mingled with the great and glorious on the sky deck of Zach’s hotel before they headed out to a private martial arts tournament at a converted Buddhist Temple.

Watching the sleek-muscled men who’d honed their bodies through years of perfecting their craft made her secretly thrilled at how dedicated Zach was to his own fitness regime.

“Did you bring us here so you could ogle other men, Peaches?”he murmured in her ears.

She turned and locked eyes with his hot, intense ones.“No.But I do appreciate a fine specimen when I see one,” she replied impishly.

“You keep your eyes on me when you say that or there will be hell to pay,” he warned.

She held his gaze for several seconds, then she deliberately glanced over to the spot-lit platform where the artists circled one another.

His hand curved over her nape in a firm, domineering grip.“You want to test the edge, baby?”

She shivered and glanced back at him.Their private booth meant other guests in the small group couldn’t hear them, but he kept his voice low anyway.She liked that he reserved his hot words for her ears alone.Words she greedily craved and could never get enough of.

Her hand slid to his thigh, and she gloried in the tension that rippled through his muscles.“I want to testyouredge.”

His eyes gleamed, and his gaze dropped to her mouth in blatant hunger.“My edges can be rough.You sure you’re ready?”

“I’m sure.I want it.I want you.”

Hard fingers slid up her nape into her hair and bunched in a sharp, painful hold.“You’ll have me.In more ways than you can possibly imagine.”The dark anticipation in his voice heated her blood.

Her nipples peaked and liquid fire flared between her legs.His fingers tightened another notch, and he watched her, absorbing her tiny wince and her shallow breathing with a dark satisfaction that only made her hotter.

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