Page 70 of Three's a Crowd
‘Of what you might do. Or whatImight do.’
Zach walked inside, closing the door behind him and, taking her gently by the arm, he marched her into the living room and guided her down onto the sofa.
He sat down next to her and took hold of her hands, gripping them tightly so she couldn’t get away.
Not that she found she wanted to.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked, staring down at their locked fingers, her voice coming out all breathy.
‘I want you to stay still till I’ve had a chance to say what needs to be said,’ he replied.
She could feel him looking at her and he waited till she looked right back at him.
‘Daisy, I’m in love with you. I always have been. We’re meant to be together.’
Heat rushed to her cheeks. Could he be serious, this emotionally closed, angry man?
But thenwashe that any more?
‘Please believe me, Diz,’ he said. ‘Say you love me back. I know you do.’
Should she say it? It was true, shedidlove him and always would, that was perfectly plain to her now. But she was terrified this wasn’t real. What if it was just another one of his games? One he was determined to win. It had always been a battle of wills between them and this was no exception.
‘Nah,’ she whispered, staring defiantly back at him.
His eyes flashed with frustration, but also with challenge.
‘You’re a liar,’ he growled. ‘I’m going to get you to say it.’
Before she knew what was happening, he leaned forwards and pressed his mouth against hers, urging her lips to part so his tongue could slide against hers.
A wave of desire washed through her from head to toe and she moaned, deep in her throat, despite her intention to stand up to him.
After a moment of sweet torture, he pulled away from the kiss, leaving both of them panting for air. ‘Say it, Diz.’
‘I don’t think I will,’ she said, though failing to say it with as much conviction this time.
Raising an eyebrow, he let go of her hands and slid one of his own against her jaw, drawing her gently, but intently towards him again, so their lips were nearly touching.
His breath stroked her skin as he hovered there, his mouth millimetres away from hers.
‘Say it,’ he whispered against her lips, his intense gaze locked with hers.
‘Uh-uh,’ she whispered back.
To her consternation, he pulled suddenly away from her and she almost gave him theyeshe was so desperate to hear, until he smiled his devastating smile and reached forwards and started to tug at the buttons of her blouse, sliding them out of thematerial, one by one, until the whole thing gaped open, revealing her lacy bra.
The game was still very much on.
Putting his hands on her shoulders – and keeping his gaze locked with hers the whole time – he pushed the blouse down her arms, trapping them against her body, then did the same with her bra straps.
She drew in a ragged breath, but didn’t fight or help him in any way.
He was carefully checking her face now, to make sure she was actually okay with this and she guessed it must have reflected her need for him to continue because a moment later, he pulled down the cups of her bra too, then bent towards her, lowering his head so his lips could graze first one nipple, then the other, sending waves of excitement through her body.
She moaned again at the intensity of the feeling.
The wonderful scent and the heat of him were making her feel dizzy and a familiar, low throb had begun deep in the heart of her. She could feel how wet she was already between her thighs, in anticipation of what she was sure was about to happen. What she hoped would happen.
