Page 10 of Sky High Obsession

Mouth agape, heart racing, she watched Zach’s head turn to where she stood.Slowly, he straightened from where he’d been leaning against the car.

He stared across the space between them, his mesmerizing gaze breaching the distance.His grey eyes slowly raked her from head to toe, lingering for several seconds at her breasts and hips.With depressingly eager enthusiasm, her body reacted to his stare, her pulse slamming higher, her nipples tightening into painful nubs as fire flared through her belly to heat her clit.She felt dirty in a delicious way, as only Zach could make her feel.

Hell, in that moment, feeling those eyes on her, even the sweat drenching her skin turned her on.

A wave of dizziness washed over her as she devoured him in turn, her senses jumping wildly at the sensual feast Zachary Savage offered.

“Hello, Bethany.”

Despite the high volume of Pink blaring “The King Is Dead” in her ear, she couldn’t mistake the low, dark voice.Or the distinct edge to it.

Or the fact that in the morning sunlight, his tall, arresting body was a sight her hopelessly deprived senses were lapping up with a truly frightening greed.

He wore an indigo shirt—God, the man could work that color like no other—and dark blue jeans that rode low on his lean hips.Powerful thighs, which she remembered far too well, bunched as he took a step toward her.His sleeves were folded back, revealing his brawny forearms and throwing his beautiful skin into stunning relief.He hadn’t lost the tan he’d acquired under the hot desert sun.

“What are you doing here?”She didn’t bother to ask him how he knew where she lived.The arrival of the flower this morning had reminded her that Zach knew most of the pertinent details of her life, thanks to the forms she’d filled out for the Indigo Lounge flight and also because, unlike him, she’d held nothing back during their short time together.

That admission of total access made her exhale noisily.She didn’t want to dwell on just how openly she’d shared her life with him and how much less she’d received in return.Now wasn’t the time.Right now, she needed to get her roiling emotions under control.

“Are you really surprised to see me?You knew this was inevitable.”Dark grey eyes rested on her, watched her with an intensity she’d thought she’d imagined but was rudely reminded was very real.“Did you get my delivery?”

Pink raged on in the “Truth About Love.”She pulled out the earphones.“I got the flower.And I got the note.That changes nothing.”

A hard smile curved his lips.“I didn’t expect it to.I just wanted you to know how I was feeling.”

“Why?So I can feel sorry for you?You’re thinking about me.Big deal.I thought about you too.I thought about how I never want to see you again.I made that very clear in Morocco.”

His jaw tightened, and he folded strong, muscled arms across his chest.She tried very hard not to stare at the silky dark hairs that coated those arms.To remember how much she’d loved to run her hand up and down the bunched strength of it.How they felt banded around her waist as he pounded into her.

“Baby, you don’t mean that,” he said quietly.“I refuse to accept that you mean that.”

“I know you make your own rules.Ones that don’t apply to us lesser mortals.But please do me the courtesy of at least pretending to think that I know my own mind, Zach.”

He regarded her for several seconds before he tapped on the front window.It wound down smoothly to reveal Philip, Zach’s driver, bodyguard and, Bethany imagined, all round Mr.Fix-It.Philip looked her way and nodded his greeting.Then he picked up a Styrofoam tray containing two large coffees and a bag with a familiar bakery logo on it.

“What’s that?”

“Breakfast.I missed you leaving for your run when I popped round the block to get it earlier.I got you a fresher cup a few minutes ago.Invite me up, Bethany.”

Her gaze snapped back to him.“Hell no!”Her voice emerged screechier than she’d intended.Simply because the effect of seeing Zach again had hammered home the fact that she was still on precariously shaky ground where her feelings for him were concerned.Inviting him up to her apartment was inviting trouble and temptation to feast on her already ravaged heart.

“Fine.Have dinner with me tonight.”

“I have other plans.”

His jaw clenched, and he walked slowly to where she’d stumbled to immobility five minutes ago.When they were inches apart, he stopped.“Plans.Who with?”he asked, his tone icy and commanding.

“None of your business,” she replied, struggling not to inhale his hauntingly familiar scent like a bloodhound on a juicy trail.Her gaze reached the pulse throbbing in his neck and warmth shamelessly flooded her mouth.

“Tell me who you’re going out with, Bethany.”

She raised her head and glared at him.“Go away, Zach.”

“Christ,” he muttered.“How did I not know you were this stubborn?”

“Because as much as you like to think otherwise, you don’t know everything about me.”

His face hardened.“I know you’re not stupid enough to go out with another guy when you still belong to me.”Her outraged gasp evaporated in the morning air as he continued speaking.“No matter how much you think you hate me right now, you’re still mine and I’m not letting you go.I never will.I’m telling you that right now so we’re both clear on the matter and there’s no room for misinterpretation.Nod if you understand what I’m saying to you.”

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