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Or maybe he just doesn’t want me.

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ZACH

I ’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her. So, of course, I panic.

I don’t know what I’m doing. The woman would have given me everything.Everything.I

know that look. I’ve seen it on too many other faces. With very little effort, despite her still pink

skin, I could have her under me, screaming my name. Virgin or not, I have the skills to make her want

me. But it’s those very skills, and the literal fuck-ton of experience I have that made me pull back. I

can’t bring myself to treat her the way I would any other woman.

Like she’s a convenience.

Like someone to scratch an itch with. Because she’s so much more than that, and only now do I

realize how much more.

This woman, little ropes of hair falling from the pins, eyes wide, baffled, and a little hurt, has

burrowed her way into the center of my heart in a matter of weeks.

And I’m terrified.

How did she get in there so quickly? And do I even want her there?

I fist my fingers into the jacket in my hand to stop myself from reaching for her. I want to erase the

hurt from her eyes, but I don’t think I know how. I’m too confused about her. About what I want.

About what I’m capable of.

“I’ll arrange for my driver to pick us up in an hour,” I say, focusing on the V of her white robe.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

Right. Shit. The robe is barely covering all her deadly curves. No fucking way do I want anyone

else seeing her like this. “I’ll have him come around back for us. I’ll make sure you’re not seen.” She

frowns, but nods, moving back to the bed to pick up the discarded lotion.

“I’ll knock in an hour.”

She tilts her chin up, looking like a queen despite the robe. “Ok. I’ll be ready.”

I nod, trying to convince myself to be a gentleman. To leave, like I know I should. My feet don’t

want to move…not away from her, at least. Everything about her draws me in, but my mind is

screaming at me toget the fuck out.“Right. Ok. See you then.” Before I can say anything dumber, I

wrench the door open and bolt. I don’t know where I’m going. There is no plan other thanaway.