But Sally said yes anyway, as he turned her around and lifted her top clear over her head and dispensed with her bra.
‘You take my breath away, Sally,’ Zac said huskily, his smouldering gaze sweeping over her half-naked body in almost worshipful appreciation.
He lifted his hands to caress her breasts, his long fingers teasing the tender tips into tight, ultra-sensitive arousal. A whimper of delight escaped her, and he caught it with his mouth and kissed her with a deep erotic skill that totally beguiled her.
His hands dropped to her waist and deftly removed her skirt, but she didn’t notice. The same dizzying excitement and anticipation sizzled through her veins as during the first time he touched her, but now it was so much more intense as she knew the pleasure that was to follow.
Zac swept her up in his arms and eased her briefs off her legs, placing her gently in the middle of the huge bed.
‘I have waited almost two days for this, and it is killing me,’ he groaned, his glittering black eyes sweeping over her naked body, displayed for his delectation on the taupe coverlet.
Sally watched as he shed his clothes with a minimum of effort, and marvelled anew at his broad hair-roughened chest, at the all-male power and beauty of his naked bronzed body. He came down beside her and stroked a hand over her breast to the junction of her slender thighs. Her body bucked in response as his seeking fingers found her moist and ready.
Her hands moved over his muscular chest to curve around his broad shoulders. Her whole body shook with excitement, and instinctively she squirmed against him and drew a teasing finger down the length of his spine.
A deep shudder racked his mighty frame, and, catching her hand, he rolled over her and caught her breathlessly parted lips in a fierce kiss. Then his head dipped and his mouth found the rigid tip of her breast, suckling with an urgent need that made her groan out loud. Nudging her legs apart, he slid between them.
Sally lost all sense of time and place as Zac swept her along on a vast wave of passion that finally left her sprawled over his chest, her body still pulsing in the aftermath of his hungry, driven possession.
‘I needed that,’ he rasped. ‘It was incredible.’ His hands stroked softly down her back to her thighs and back up, to thread through the tangled mass of her hair. ‘You are incredible, my Salmacis.’
‘I warned you—I do not answer to my given name,’ she murmured softly, then did the opposite. ‘You have no idea how embarrassing it can be when I’m introduced to people and I have to explain what it means,’ she told him, with a soft, languorous smile curving her mouth. She was floating on a sea of pleasure, and she was too happy to argue.
‘You answered me!’ he quipped. ‘But I understand it might be a problem. I won’t use it in public, but I think of you as Salmacis when we make love, and by that point my first priority is rarely getting an explanation from you.’ He chuckled.
‘You are incorrigible.’ She grinned, her blue eyes lingering on his darkly attractive face. How had she ever thought he wasn’t handsome? Zac was utterly gorgeous.
‘Maybe, but right now I am insatiable.’ And he proceeded to arouse her all over again, with a slow, skilful intimate exploration of her shapely body.
When his long fingers parted her thighs and found her hot and wet he rasped, ‘And so, it seems, are you.’
She gave a long, shuddering groan as her body vibrated in fierce delight at the subtle stroke of his fingertips against her intimate quivering flesh. Her back arched as he moved down her body, lingering to suckle each breast before dipping his dark head lower still. His sinfully sexy mouth delivered the ultimate intimacy, the flick of his tongue teasing and tasting the tiny nub of feminine pleasure to pulsing arousal. He suddenly stopped. With every sensitised nerve screaming out for release she reached for him involuntarily, her slender fingers grasping at the black silken hair of his head.
He looked up through his thick curling lashes and murmured, ‘Now you are ready for this, my sweet Salmacis.’
What followed drove her completely out of her mind as her body tensed to breaking point and she tumbled over the edge into a tumultuous release.
‘What about you?’ she murmured, when she was finally able to breathe again. The thick, rock-hard length of him was pressing against her still quivering stomach. ‘You didn’t…’
‘Oh, I will.’
He covered her mouth with his own, and just when she thought she had no more to give Zac proved her wrong. Slowly he began to kiss and caress her in a deeply erotic exploration of her body, his mouth returning to her breasts to suckle on their hard, throbbing peaks.
Her whole body was suffused with sensual heat, and she quaked with need. The intensity of the pleasure he gave her was almost pain. She clung to him, her nails scoring his back as he lifted her hips and thrust into her with long, deep strokes, stretching, filling her with a power and passion that drove her once more to the pinnacle of ecstasy and held her there.
She cried out, ‘Please, please, Zac—now.’ Her inner muscles clenched around his throbbing hardness as he plunged deeper into her eager body and carried them both to a ferociously orgasmic climax.
Sally lay across his chest, her body sated and her breathing slowly returning to normal. How long she lay there, listening to the heavy beating of his heart gradually subside, she had no idea. Finally she raised her head and looked lovingly down at Zac’s bronzed features. His heavy-lidded eyes were closed, his long black lashes curling on his high cheekbones, and somehow he looked younger, not so hard, even a little vulnerable in his sleep.
She smiled to herself, relishing the pleasure it gave her to study him in secret. She lifted a finger and tenderly stroked the line of his now shadowed jaw, and then up over his cheekbone to smooth the perfectly arched black brows. Her finger lingered on the small scar above one eyebrow and she wondered how he’d got it.
His eyes opened.
‘I thought you were asleep,’ she murmured.
‘No, just savouring your touch. Carry on, my Salmacis.’
‘How did you get this?’ she asked. His huskily voiced request was oddly endearing, and the afterglow of making love encouraged her to be bold.