“That’s how I feel every time I look at you.” His voice was even deeper, a gruff murmur that turned Eve’s insides to liquid.

She swallowed. “My body tightened.” There was no other way to put it. “Every muscle seemed, I don’t know, aware, alert. I needed…contact. Had to touch you. Er, me. Had to feel your—my—bare skin, flesh against flesh.”

She knew she was confusing her pronouns, but Zachary’s feelings mirrored hers so perfectly, it was tough to differentiate whether she spoke about herself or him.

Blood raced to her cheeks then, and she knew she was blushing. “Oh, God, who am I kidding? You just wanted to fuck me. Kind of like I just want you to fuck me now.”

He took her down with a primal growl. Pinned her to the bed with his massive shoulders, strong legs and erect dick. And he kissed her. Crushed his lips to hers, demanding she surrender everything to him. Her mouth, her pussy, her body, her heart. Her soul.

“Still wanna fuck you, Tiny. Want your naked flesh against mine. Want the contact. Want the loving. Want it now.”

He kissed her again, and she gave him everything he demanded. Willingly. And faster than she’d ever have believed possible. One minute she was preparing to leave, the next she was on her back, frantic to have him inside her again. Desperate to fuck him like he’d wanted to fuck her. Then. Before they’d met.

She clawed at his shoulders, slammed her body against his. Zachary may have wanted to make love to her earlier, but this, now, this urgent craving for satisfaction was all about raw desperation. Violent need. It was about instant gratification.

She ripped her mouth from his, arched her back and thrust her hips up. “Do it, Zachary. Do it now. Fuck me.”

Her pussy touched the tip of his cock and she twisted, spreading her legs, trying to get him inside.

He jumped off her with a frustrated shout.

His chest heaved, his cock throbbed against his stomach and the tendons in his shoulders and neck stuck out from vicious self-restraint. Zachary tried to speak, tried to say something, but gave up. He grabbed his cock, squeezing it, and clenched his teeth together, a look of agony on his face.

With his other hand he reached for the table beside the bed, finding a condom.

Ah, God. Lucky he’d been thinking logically enough to remember protection. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind.

He ripped the packet open with his teeth and seemed to gain a modicum of control. “This time you ride me.” His gaze trapped hers as he rolled the condom over his shaft. “Wanna watch you, wanna see you come.”

Eve’s control, on the other hand, was gone. His demands left it in a pile on the floor.

She jumped him.

Just threw herself at the man, knocking them both backwards. His instincts impressed her. He caught her as they went over, crashing to the floor, cushioning her fall.

Where she found the physical strength to knock back over six feet of solid muscle, she had no idea. She just appreciated the fluid grace of his reflexes and the care he took to protect her. It turned her on even more. Fed her hunger.

She couldn’t climb on top of him fast enough, couldn’t fling her leg over his waist with the same agility he’d used to catch her. But then it seemed he couldn’t get her on top of him quickly enough. He grabbed her waist, lifted her up and slammed her back down.

Too hurried. There was no synchronization.

She missed her target. Instead of impaling herself on his cock, she flattened it, and then almost wept as she slipped over his length, her slick pussy and clit caressed by the satiny steel of his erection.

God, he felt so good.

His choked moan had her raising her hips again. Had her grabbing his dick behind her back and holding it in place. This time when he lifted her, the urgency was still there, but he guided her down more carefully, took a little longer, so when the tip of his shaft touched her pussy lips, she could center herself, center him, and slide down onto him, around him. Envelop him.

Sensation careened through her veins, intoxicating in its speed and strength.

Thick and long, he filled her. She leaned forward, accommodating him better, and the action inside brought a fierce groan to her throat.

“Jesus. You are perfect. Fucking perfect.” He began to move her, lifting her up by the waist and guiding her back down, rocking her over his dick, on it, fucking himself with her body.

Instinctively she tried to hasten his pace, fuck him harder, faster.

But unlike her, their joining seemed to have calmed the beast in him. Instead of the frenzied man who’d been desperate to get her on his dick, Zachary became the attentive lover, the man concerned only with her pleasure and his.

His fingers drummed against her hips as he rocked her, back and forth, up and down.

The deluge of pleasure was so intense it took a while to realize he moved her to a beat he must have heard in his head. It wasn’t just mindless sex. It was the slow, tantalizing rhythm of a tune she’d never heard before.

A throbbing, concentrated beat that swept through her as his fingers tapped, as he rocked her in time with those fingers. And then she caught the tempo, felt it deep inside her chest, like music playing through her.

She rocked in time with it, rising and falling on his dick as though they danced together to a favorite song.

Zachary watched her, his gaze never leaving her face as she found his rhythm and joined it. As she danced to his song. His mouth softened in a smile even as his gaze held hers.

His hands wandered, leaving her waist and finding her breasts, cupping them, strumming them, tapping out the beat on her nipples and around.

Eve thought for sure she’d found heaven. Landed there when Zachary plunged inside her. But when he began to hum in that rich baritone of his, harmonizing his voice with the tap of his fingers and the rocking of her body, she knew she’d been mistaken.

Heaven could only be complete when Zachary offered everything of himself. His rhythm, his beat, his body, his voice. His heart.

Because she saw it, sitting there, in the depths of his green eyes.

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. His voice became a seductive whisper. She felt it like an internal caress just as she felt his hands stroking her chest.

What had begun as a wild ride—a forceful need to fuck—transformed into something very, very different. Something beautiful, unique. Something she’d shared with no one but Zachary, and she knew, deep in her heart, he’d be the only man she could ever share this rhythm with.

They swayed together for an eternity, Zachary humming, a wordless song meant just for her. And him. His voice crept along her skin, igniting every inch of her flesh. Her heart beat in time with his music. Her urgency dissipated in the beauty of their physical harmony.

She simply felt. Experienced the magnificence that was Zachary, became one with him.

Until he upped the ante. Changed the beat.

Zachary dropped one hand to her pussy, and just like his left hand tapped the tempo on her breast, his right tapped her clit. Just a finger. It was all he needed.

Sensation skittered up her spine and down again.

Liquid heat pooled afresh between her legs.

She opened her eyes, stared at him, and the naked heat, the raw passion in his gaze almost slayed her.

His song became too slow—she couldn’t keep to his pace. Not when his finger strummed, seduced, delighted. Not when every ounce of her awareness now focused on the small, swollen nub he played, and the inner muscles riding his shaft.

Eve rocked harder, losing the beat.

Zachary tapped faster, increasing the cadence. The song kept the same tune, only he played it with a different tempo, a faster one. Faster, then faster still, Zachary timing his taps with Eve’s wild rocking. He hummed a little quicker, his voice just as deep, just as beautiful as before, only now it was louder, echoing through her ears, down to her breasts.

Sensation built. She couldn’t hold it back much longer. Didn’t want to.

“Z-Zachary—”

The provocative hum stopped, transformed instead into a rapturous groan.

“Z-Zac…” She couldn’t speak.

The tempo against her clit picked up. And then she wasn’t the only one rocking. Zachary’s hips surged up, driving himself into her, deeper, harder, faster, filling her.

Harder, faster still.

Eve couldn’t keep up, stopped trying. The music in her mind played louder. Orchestras joined the drumbeat. Violins, trumpets, cellos. She heard them all. Felt them in every cell of her body.

“Oh, fuck, Eve.” Zachary lost it. The beat vanished as he surged up one final time and roared.

She watched, almost transfixed, as he came, every muscle in his body rippling with his release, a study in perfect male beauty.

And then she couldn’t watch anymore, couldn’t focus. The beat took her, sending her over the edge. She came in an exquisite rush of music and pleasure. Came as Zachary emptied himself inside her.

Came to the sound of violins playing and drums crashing.

And when it was over, and the last notes of the song had finally filtered away, she collapsed on top of him, their rapid panting the only sound that filled the now silent, sated room.

Chapter Seven

The persistent, annoying ringing of her phone woke her.

“’Lo?” Her voice was hoarse and raspy, but seriously, what did the caller expect, forcing her out of her dream world like that?