His fingers drifted from her nape to her jaw, caressed her cheek as he tilted her head to meet his. ‘Everything you desire will be yours,’ he vowed thickly.
Did that include his heart?
She shook her head to dissipate the sudden, explosive yearning but it piled higher, dug deeper, frightening her with the strength of it. But even as she fought, she knew she was going to accept Zak’s proposition.
The chance for something more was too tempting.
Lifting a trembling hand, she glided it over his wrist, laid over her cheek, and pressed his touch deeper into her skin.
Flames leapt in his eyes but he remained a solid, desperate foot away from her. ‘Do you agree, Violet?’
‘What do you think?’
‘I think I want the pleasure of hearing you say yes,’ he answered, a sensual edge rimming his voice.
Her heart banged against her ribs. ‘Yes, I agree.’
With a thick groan, he freed their connecting fingers, placed his palm in the small of her back, and tugged her into his body.
Violet experienced a stunning new level of sensuality as his tongue probed raw and deep, with an edge of possessiveness that snatched the breath from her lungs. With effortless ease, he lifted her, plastered her body against his in a shameless demonstration of his physical prowess that had her groaning and clinging to him.
When he urged her legs around his waist, Violet gladly complied, her sense swimming when the action imprinted his thick potent manhood against her heated core.
They both groaned, their breaths growing ragged as they strained together, right there on his perfect beach.
‘I want to lay you here on the sand, share you with the moonlight as I bury myself deep inside you. But not tonight. Tonight I will take you in m
y bed.’
Zak was already moving, only one destination in mind as he strode with gritted-jaw purpose back to the villa.
Violet didn’t take a breath until the doors of his master suite slammed behind them. Then the reality of what she’d agreed threatened to overwhelm her. As if he knew her depths of her emotion, Zak placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
Eyes locked on hers, he walked over to the wide, inviting bed and eased her to her feet. ‘Turn around,’ he instructed gruffly.
Glad for the brief reprieve of not staring at his overwhelming perfection, she obliged him. But the brush of his hand at her nape, the sound of him lowering her zipper created a whole new set of sizzling anticipation.
The dress pooled at her feet, and he inhaled sharply. ‘Once again I find you without a bra. Is it your intention to torture me at every turn?’
She cast a glance over her shoulder. ‘How is this torture?’
‘Because now I’ll spend far too much time obsessing over your state of undress beneath your clothes,’ he griped.
Female satisfaction curled through her. ‘Oh.’
His teeth bared in a smile that was near feral enough to make her toes curl into the carpet, Zak stepped forward, curling one large hand over her bottom. Her breath hitched in her throat as he squeezed her bottom and one breast at the same time.
‘It’s going to drive me insane, you know that, don’t you?’
Violet groaned, the idea of Zak thinking about her in that way not an unpleasant one. In fact, it was so pleasing she smiled.
‘Ah, there it is again, that sassy little acknowledgement of your power. Are you ready to experience mine now, my sweet?’
He plucked one nipple, squeezed and tormented that tight little bud until her body was a column of fire racked with deep, carnal shivers.
Her gasps only spurred him on, his body bowing over hers as he stoked her pleasure with his other hand.
She moaned his name again as he lightly bit the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Expertly manipulating those three little points of sensation was all it took for Violet to tumble over the edge, free-falling into bliss so acute, a wild scream erupted from her throat.