Double Dare (29 page)

He moved her to the bed, pushing her down on to it. He ducked down between her legs and she felt his mouth press deep into the inside of her thigh and brand her heavily where her thigh curved into her groin. She moaned and gave herself up to him. She felt his belt slide over her skin as he undid his jeans and she began to lift her legs around his denimed hips.

She heard the rip of the condom and saw him moving, her eyes growing accustomed the gloom. He moved over her, his erection rigid against her sensitive pussy. It was so hard and hot that her body snaked with carnal lust for it. She contracted inside.

"Take me, take me," she whispered. She wanted to be consumed by the brooding force that surrounded her. She wanted to offer herself as a sacrifice on the altar of sexuality.

He thrust into her, moving her across the surface of the bed with the power of his lunge.

She lifted her legs around him, moving his erection deeper inside her between each of his thrusts, until her legs hung over his shoulders and he seemed to thrust right through her whole body each time. His hands seemed to be all over her, claiming her.

Each thrust she rode with ecstasy, awaiting the next to lift her with its power. He bent over her and she folded beneath him as she felt his breath come closer, louder. His hips began to move slow and deep. She felt the swell of his cock throb against the neck of her womb then the touch of his hand between her buttocks, circling her anus.

"Ready for more?"

"Everything," she gasped, "Use me Zac, I'm yours."

He pulled out, stroking her juices down and into the pucker of her anus. One finger eased inside her, readying her.

Her anus twitched, opened then clenched on the digit. It felt so large, how would she manage his massive cock there?

He circled his finger, sending wild skittering sensation through her innards. Her clit was jerking, her sex clenching itself, her body turned on to dangerous levels.

"I want every ounce of you, Abby."

She knew he was asking permission, but could barely respond because her entire lower body was shuddering with sensation and words wouldn't form. Her hands clutched at the sheets of the bed. "Please," she whispered.

She felt his cock beneath her buttocks as he lifted her with his free hands. Slowly removing his finger, he eased his cock inside her, probing into her anus, his hands firm and strong on her buttocks as he lifted her entire lower body from the bed to access her back passage, pulling her buttocks apart to relax and enter her. Blistering sensation roared through her pelvis and spine as he pushed his cock deeper, inch by glorious inch, hard and determined.

She was full to capacity, strung out, her spine beading with sweat, an animal speared and made boneless for his pleasure. He ground into her, slow and deep, his teeth gritted, close to spilling. In the dim light she could see the muscles in his neck standing out, his eyes barely open as he watched her. She growled and urged him on, wanting it all, her arms flung back over her head, her hair tangled across the bed. She felt dirty and depraved, yet so true and honest—giving it all, taking it all and loving every moment.

His cock went rigid. He shouted her name. He jerked as he came, sending tremors up her spine. Gasping, he eased her down the bed, one hand moving to her clit, stroking her quickly to a rapid orgasm.

Her whole body was suffused with heat and sparkling fireworks that flew from her pelvis. Each time she felt it would drift and ease. She was dragged in its wake to the next plateau, in a blissful cycle of tiny dynamite explosions. Zac moved one finger lightly against her clit, drawing a further echo of glory from her body. She began to tremble in the aftermath.

He moved, went to the bathroom. She reached up for him when he returned and as she did, a sob left her body without her being aware that it was coming. She felt him kiss her face, moving over its surface with his warm firm lips.

"Hush," he murmured and she crawled against him. She could just see the outline of his face in the darkness, the flash of reflected light on his eyes when he moved. He switched a small light by the bedside on and she squinted, as she grew accustomed to its brightness.

"You're so beautiful, every bit of you," he whispered.

"So are you." She untied his hair, her fingers wrapped in the strong strands

"You do know that I'm falling in love with you, don't you, Abby?"

She stared at him, her heart racing with sheer joy. He loved her too. "What did you say?"

He moved to her ear. "I love you Abigail Douglas."

She smiled. "I still can't hear you."

He gave an exasperated sigh and moved to look at her face. He looked pained, desperate. "I love you, Abby." He looked at her smile and gave a quiet laugh, his expression relaxing. "You did hear me."

She nodded and reached for him. She pulled his head close and whispered his words to him then added many of her own, telling him.—finally telling him how much he'd come to mean to her.

They drifted towards sleep while still kissing one another gently, a new sense of awareness between them. "I don't want to be parted from you, Zac," she said as sleep took her, but she didn't hear a reply.

Chapter Thirteen

Stepping out of the shower, Abby grabbed one of the big fluffy towels from the rail and wrapped herself in it. She wiped the steam that had gathered on the mirror and combed her fingers through her hair. From the bedroom she could hear the sound of Zac's voice. The door was slightly ajar and she smiled. He was on the phone.

She walked over to the chair near the door where she'd left her wash bag, and unzipped it. Rooting around inside for her moisturizer, she paused when part of his conversation reached her.

"I understand your position, really I do. That's why I got back to you as soon as I could." He sounded concerned. "On Monday this situation will be resolved, either way. I'm sorry, but I really need you to keep quiet about what's going on here until then."

Abby straightened up, clutching the moisturizer in her hand. Discomfort nettled its way up her spine.
Keep quiet about what's going on here
? Why did that make her feel so uncomfortable? The idea of keeping anything quiet, she supposed. There was a lot about Zac she didn't know.
I've fallen in love with a virtual stranger
. She took another step closer to the door, craning her neck to hear.

His voice had dropped but he was talking faster.

"Don't you think I know that? It's a bloody mess. I'm sorry that I got you involved, really I am." There was a pause. She sensed that he'd stood up. "No, calm down. Okay, so you went in there for dubious reasons, but you haven't done anything that dodgy, and certainly not illegal. You're letting your feelings get the better of you. Just take it easy and we'll talk about it on Monday." Again there was silence.

Abby clutched at her towel where it was folded over across her chest and swallowed.

"Yes, you have to do what you think is best for you, I respect that, but if it's at all possible for you to leave it until then, I'd appreciate that."

She heard the sound of him moving, putting the phone down. Gathering herself she darted back towards the mirror. She could see the startled expression on her own face. Her heart was racing, instinct making her wary. There was a knock at the bathroom door.

"Come in."

He walked in and stood behind her.

She busied herself applying moisturizer, her mind turning over rapidly.
Keep quiet until Monday?

He looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. There were clearly things about him that she was unaware of, potentially unpleasant things. Could she face that, could she face finding out that there was something about him she maybe didn't want to know, but should?

"Were you on the phone?" She tried to ask the question as nonchalantly as possible.

"Yes, it was a work problem, something that wouldn't wait."

She nodded. What could she say? She'd overheard his conversation and noticed it sounded suspicious?

He ran his hands into her hair, lifting it and kissing the back of her neck.

An eerie combination of arousal and discomfort ran through her. "Anything I could help you with?"

"Abby." He turned her towards him, his hands on her shoulders. "You help me just by being with me."

"I love you, Zac. Don't you think you should share your concerns with me?"

He gave a sad smile. "I will. Trust me. I don't want business to spoil our weekend, that's all."

She tried to shelve it, but as she dressed the thoughts raged on. He did seem to have a lot of money for an up and coming entrepreneur. He could be a Columbian drug baron for all she knew. She shook her head, chastising herself for letting her worries run her imagination ragged. She was deeply in love with him. Last night she couldn't have been happier, and yet she was so easily creeped out. It had been a hell of a week, crazy. Tom Robertson and his dodgy interest in her had made her overly suspicious. But she didn't know Zac from Adam, she had to admit that. She looked at him as he poured out coffee and drank it, his body taut and infinitely masculine as he moved.

Who are you
? A desperation to know had taken root in her. Could she do as Marcy had suggested, and let it unfold in due course?
Yes, I can keep my head
. That's what I'm good at.

Her instincts told her that he had a dangerous, wildcard side to him—and that was undeniably what had attracted her—but she also felt that he wasn't fundamentally bad. However, a level of self protection moved into place. She'd lost her heart, but she hadn't lost all her faculties. Then he stepped toward her, so darkly handsome and desirable, smiling at her, reaching out for her, and suddenly she wasn't so sure.

* * * *

Three sculpted marble female torsos stood in the window of the shop, exceedingly beautiful and each wearing a corset. One was a traditional Victorian garment, the second a velvet and lace affair, the third a shiny synthetic fabric, almost futuristic in design. It was like looking at a history of corsetry. Abby was fascinated.

"Looks interesting?" Zac squeezed her against him.

She nodded.

He opened the door and ushered her inside.

Abby felt as if she'd been swept into a decadent boudoir, a place that suggested fantasies could be made real. Elegant baroque furnishings broke up the rails of sumptuous fabrics hanging around the walls. The space might just as well have been a gallery as a shop.

A woman was working on an inner display. She set down the fabric in her hand when she heard the door chime, turning to greet them. She was slim and elegant, wearing a fitted jacket and skirt that was reminiscent of the 1940's. Cinched in at the waist, it was inset with panels that were laced and corseted into the outline of her body. The dove gray fabric was soft, the laces around her midriff a contrast in the finest leather cord. Her narrow heels were at least five inches high.

"Hello," Zac said, when she smiled their way. "
Bonjour
."

"
Bonjour
. English, yes?"

Zac nodded.

The woman put out her hand. "I am Gabrielle, the proprietor. Welcome." She shook both their hands in turn, her demeanor pleasant and friendly. "Is there something in particular you are looking for, or would you like to browse?"

Zac answered her. "We're looking for a special outfit for Abby, something eye-catching."

Gabrielle smiled, her gaze quickly scanning Abby as if she was measuring her up for an outfit already. "You have the look of a fiery mistress."

"How astute," Zac commented.

Abby flashed him a warning glance, but couldn't help smiling.

Gabrielle gestured with a finely manicured hand. "If I might make some suggestions?"

Abby nodded. "Yes, thank you."

Gabrielle directed Zac to a velvet-covered chair nearby and drew Abby to the rails of clothing. It was as if they had been taken into the woman's domain, a citadel of sexually-charged sophistication. She selected an outfit and hung it from a bar suspended by chains in the center of the room. It looked like something an acrobat would use in circus, but suited the purpose perfectly. Abby was tickled.