“Food,” she said. “Room service?”

Ah. Right. Of course. Room service.

Reluctantly Zachary pushed himself off the couch.

He ran a hand over his swollen lips and took several breaths, not at all calmed by the fresh oxygen. His balls were tight knots and his dick an aching rod squashed by his jeans. “This…” He lifted a finger in the air and motioned between the two of them. “This is not over. Not by a long shot.”

Then he turned around and headed to the door, adjusting his jeans as he walked. For the second time that night he was facing the public with an erection.

Jesus, wasn’t he doing a stand-up job of holding on to his saintly image of the self-restrained rock star?


“A butler? Seriously?” Eve stared at the crisp, white cloth that now covered the dining table, along with the silver cutlery and the two formal place settings. In her world, room service involved a tray. End of story.

Zachary shrugged. “Luke books us in as VIPs. Sure you won’t have a bite?” He motioned to this burger.

”Not for me, thanks.” But she couldn’t stop her gaze from straying to the mousse.

Zachary grinned. “Will you just sit down already and eat it?”

Eve couldn’t resist. She sat opposite him and tucked in, watching while he ate.

“Want some fries?” he offered.

“We call them chips here. And no thanks.”

“You speak funny here.”

Ah. That just proved her earlier point. “See? I told you we lived in different leagues. Different worlds.”

“Ever hear the expression opposites attract?”

“Ever try responding with an answer, not a question?”

“Fine.” He paused, burger in hand. “I like our differences. They make us more interesting to each other.”

Eve frowned. She didn’t find Zachary Pace interesting. She found him fascinating. And it wasn’t just a matter of physical attraction for her. It was more like a magnetic force that kept her in his suite. She couldn’t pull herself away. Didn’t want to. After their second kiss, she doubted she’d ever want to leave his side.

Jonah Speed, aloof and mysterious, had to be the sexiest man alive. He was smoldering sex and savage sensuality. Zachary Pace, warm, engaging, caring and talkative, had to be the most alluring. And the two of them together? A lethal combination, for sure, one that even now chipped away at her defenses, drilled into her heart and kept her hungry to discover more about him.

Which was daft, really. She should get her ass out of his room, break the spell he held her under and go back to Eve-world. And she would. Definitely. Just as soon as she’d polished off the chocolate mousse, which honestly, was more delicious than any hotel-made mousse had a right to be.

Or maybe her taste buds were just stimulated beyond reason. Because when Zachary had kissed her again, she’d known, with absolute certainty, nothing had ever tasted or felt better. Her response had been visceral. She’d felt it in every cell of her body, every nerve ending. And every one of those nerve endings still zinged, leaving her skin hypersensitive to even the slightest breeze. His gaze felt like a zillion tingles whistling over her flesh.

“I haven’t forgotten about your redhead, you know.” Was that a warning to him or to her?

“Neither have I,” he said honestly. “And I never will. She’s been a part of me since I was a kid. That doesn’t mean I’m a saint, Eve. It doesn’t mean I haven’t had flings or girlfriends or fallen in love before. Doesn’t mean I find you any less attractive. She’s not here now, and I intend to live my life to the fullest before she arrives.”

He set his knife and fork down and changed the subject. “Ya know, I would leave every last bite of food on this plate, maybe even give up food for good, if you would come on over here and let me feed you that chocolate mousse.”

She blinked. “Y-you want to feed me?”

“I want to watch, close up, how you savor every spoonful. The look on your face, the dreaminess in your eyes… It’s like you’re having an orgasm. Or approaching one fast.” He swallowed. “Get on over here. I wanna witness it up close.”

“W-why?”

“Because, it’s sexy as sin. And watching you eat is giving me the hard-on from hell.” He groaned softly and pushed his chair back, standing. “Forget it,” he rasped. “Don’t move. Not an inch.”

The second he rose, she spotted that hard-on. It was impossible to miss. And damn, it did funny things to those tingles on her skin. Intensified them. Made them feel like sharp darts of carnal need.

And then he was beside her, taking the spoon from her hand and dipping it into the bowl. “Open wide, beautiful.”

He held the spoon to her mouth.

She stared up at him, stunned, trying not to think about the erection from hell, which honestly she equated much more with heaven, the one mere inches from her cheek.

“Open,” he urged in that deep baritone of his. It sent shivers down her spine.

She opened.

A soft growl of satisfaction filled the air, and he touched the spoon to her lower lip, drawing it over the sensitive skin before pulling his hand away.

Drops of mousse stuck to her lip, and she licked them off, dabbing at them first with her tongue, then with her teeth, cleaning away every last bit.

The creaminess of the mousse burst on her tongue, an explosion of rich sweetness, made even sweeter by the fact Zachary fed her.

Another soft, masculine growl reverberated down her spine, and the spoon was back. This time he let her have a mouthful. It melted on her tongue, the flavor sparking every one of her taste buds.

He fed her another spoonful, and then another.

Eating became almost impossible. It was hard to swallow when his gaze tracked her every move, his green eyes not moving from her mouth.

Each time she licked her lips, he mimicked her, licking his own lips until his mouth glistened. She couldn’t look away, didn’t want to.

Neither did she want another spoon of mousse. Not anymore. Now it was Zachary she burned to taste. His mouth, his lips, his kiss.

His erection.

Zachary touched the spoon to her lower lip again and then to her upper one.

“Uh-uh,” he breathed when she attempted to lick them clean. He placed the spoon in the bowl. “My turn.”

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t remember how. Her heart hammered as he caught her chin with his finger, tilted her face upwards, and ever so slowly leaned in.

Helpless beneath his touch, her eyes slid shut.

Zachary flicked his tongue over her upper lip, just a whisper of wet heat as he licked at a drop of mousse. And then another one. He took his time, savoring the treat, tasting every inch of her lip.

A soft rumble of appreciation resonated in his chest.

Sensation, wicked and frantic, washed over Eve, making her shiver.

Zachary turned his attention to her lower lip. Only he didn’t sweep his tongue over it. No, this time he caught it between his lips and nibbled.

Desire rocketed through her, fierce and hot. Her knees turned to jelly and moisture pooled between her legs. She couldn’t hold back the moan as he suckled on her lip.

Eve was a violent inferno of need and want and lust, while Zachary was all gentle touches and soft caresses. He released her lip only to press his mouth against hers and run his tongue ever so slowly over her teeth and her tongue.

His moan echoed her own.

As fierce and demanding as the previous two kisses had been, so this one was tender. And beautiful. And delicious.

It captivated her. He captivated her.

Eve returned the kiss, tangling her tongue with his, molding her lips to the shape of his. She wanted to attack. Wanted to kiss him harder, make him hers. Damn, she wanted to own his mouth. Own him.

Or maybe she wanted him to own her.

She tamped down on her rampant excitement, on her fervor. Forced herself to move at his speed. To slow down and appreciate the moment for what it was.

A perfect kiss. An exquisite experience. A blissful blending of man and woman. It was almost as if Eve had been born to share this moment with this man. Born to share his mouth, his passion, his tenderness. Born to breathe the air he breathed.

Which was ridiculous really, as she hadn’t been born with red hair or green eyes.

The thought hurt, slamming home, and instinctively Eve tried to kill the moment, pulling away. Zachary refused to let her go.

He simply kissed her harder, more ardently, as Eve had desired. Trapped her with his mouth and wouldn’t release her lips.

Heat tingled up her back and down her arms. Her breasts grew heavy, needy. And still he increased the heat of his kiss, ramping it up, caressing her lips with his, seducing her with his tongue.

She lost herself to the zeal of his mouth, lost herself to the rapture, to the storm building in her belly…and lower. The muscles in her pussy clenched, fed by a voracious hunger. A desperate need for more of Zachary. So much more.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he forced them open and stared at her, seemingly dazed.

“I haven’t slept with a woman in months, Eve. Haven’t wanted to.” He closed his eyes with a hoarse groan. “But God help me, I want you. Want you so bad.”

His mouth reclaimed hers, his words still echoing in her ears like the soft beat of a drum, rhythmic, hypnotic, making her heart pound.

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her upright, pulling her against him, lifting her into the air. He held her so tight, not even air could pass between them. Her breasts were squashed against his chest, her hips pressed into his stomach as her legs found their way around his waist, clutching him.