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I turned and walked backward on the narrow path. Fortunately I was wearing Doc Martens, so this wasn’t difficult.
“You had me at hot tub. Well, the wine and chocolate are an excellent selling point, too.”
He took my hands and put them on his shoulders and kept walking me backward like we were dancing.
His grin was wolfish. “Actually, mate, I can have you any way I want now.”
I gave a little hop and flex of my body, looping my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around his hips. He caught me and held me against him.
“Maybe,” I said against his whiskey-flavored lips, “I’m going to have you.”
He gave a muffled groan.
The cabin was an A-frame nestled among the trees. Light streamed from its plate-glass windows. Zaq carried me up the stairs and opened the door.
I barely had time to take in the beautiful glass-and-wood interior because he kept walking through the large, open space to the bedroom at the back. I unwrapped my legs from his hips and slid down his body.
He kept me close with his hands on my ass. His gaze searched mine. “You felt it, didn’t you? When we said the words.”
“Yeah. It was—”
“Like taking a punch to the heart.”
“In a good way,” I agreed. The already strong bond linking us had intensified when we’d said the ancient words binding us permanently together.
Zaq backed me to the wall and kissed me, his body pressing me to the wall, his tongue sliding over mine.
My dress was a sleeveless black knit that I’d bought in New York, very simple and very expensive, with a scoop neck and a short skirt that showed off my legs. The tiny skirt also made it easy for Zaq to reach under my dress and palm my bottom.
He kissed me long and slow and sweet. When he lifted his head, he said, “What are you wearing under here? It feels like you’re naked.”
“A thong. I kissed my way along his jaw. “Mila helped me pick it out so I wouldn’t have panty lines.”
“Fuck me,” he said reverently.
“It’s red,” I added helpfully. “To match my bra.”
He swore under his breath. “Let’s see.”
He pulled the dress up and over my head. Tossing it on a chair, he swept his gaze over me. “You are so damn beautiful.” He thumbed my nipple beneath the sheer red bra. “You don’t even know it. When you go out without your glamour, men stare at you like you’ve put a compulsion on them.”
I laughed and shrugged. I started unbuttoning his shirt. “You’re exaggerating. You’re the one people stare at.”
“Nah. But I like that you don’t notice.”
“Mm.” I opened his shirt, helping him shrug out of it, and dropped it on top of my dress.
Talk about beautiful. Zaq’s chest belonged in a museum along with other pieces of art, except then I wouldn’t be able to pet his sculpted muscles and play with the curly dark hair scattered over his pecs.
Next came his pants. I unzipped them and he took them off along with his boxers and shoes and socks. Meanwhile, I removed my own shoes and socks.
He moved back to where I waited against the wall wearing only his necklace and the barely-there red underwear. Framing my face in his hands, he gave me another kiss, then unclasped my bra and tossed it in the direction of our other clothes.
He slid a hand down my stomach and fingered me through the thong. I was so wet, I knew he could feel and smell it.
“Gods, I want you. I thought this night would never end. It’s been three days since I had you and it feels like a month. Sleeping without you was the worse idea I ever had.”
“I missed you,” I admitted. It had been his idea to sleep in separate rooms once we’d arrived at his parents’ mansion, to make this night extra-special.
