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she needed to ask. She summoned all her courage, aided by the desire fizzing through her veins like effervescent sherbet.
    “Make love to me,” she said.

CHAPTER THREE
    Zac raised his eyebrows, studying her carefully, probably deciding whether to torture her a little more before giving her any kind of release.
    She knew it wasn’t really making love. It was sex, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to shag her and the ‘f’ word felt too brazen, even for a girl dressed only in a pink bra, hold-ups and high-heeled boots.
    “It’s an official Dare, I need you to…make love to me,” she said as boldly as she could, leaning back on the sofa and wondering if she dared go as far as to part her legs in invitation.
    Hmm, maybe not. “Please?”
    That’s right Flora, you may as well beg. You’ve lost your clothes; you may as well shed your self-respect along with them.
    In reply, Zac tugged at the button fly of his jeans, quickly getting rid of the rest of his clothes. Flora watched with interest as he revealed his long muscular thighs. The bulge in his black trunks told her how turned on he was.
    Very.
    That makes two of us.
    He rose up from the sofa, taking her hand and pulling her up towards the fireplace, stopping on a cosy faux-fur rug.
    “Take off your bra and lie down.”
    She wanted to protest that he wasn’t giving the orders but as though second-guessing her he put a finger to her lips. “You asked me to make love to you, so trust me and let me do it my way. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
    It was an arrogant assumption but she believed him. She was so turned on he’d barely have to touch her to make her come. She swallowed down her embarrassment as she undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the ground. She was aroused, more aroused than she could ever remember feeling and it helped that, at this moment at least, her desire was stronger than her fear.
    Zac pulled her down onto the rug and lay next to her, propped up on one elbow so he could look at her. Flora wished they were still playing Truth or Dare. This felt too serious, the flirty edge had gone. She didn’t need a barometer to tell her the atmosphere was heavy with sexual tension. She felt connected, almost too connected to Zac.
    This wasn’t supposed to mean anything.
    A tiny flicker of panic licked at her, the contradictions confusing her. How could she feel two opposing emotions so strongly? Which should she trust?
    “Come here,” Zac edged closer until their bodies were touching, skin on skin and nose to nose.
    Tentatively, shyly she reached out a hand to stroke his torso, parting her lips to meet his sensuous kisses, trying to let her body take over, responding to him instinctively. He seemed to understand she needed to start this slowly and somehow knew exactly where to stroke her and how much pressure to apply.
    Gradually her shyness faded away as the burning swell of sexual desire rose up to overwhelm her. The kisses became more urgent, more frantic as their fingers explored each others’ bodies. She reached down in between their bodies to stroke the erection that had been pressing hard into her thigh. Zac jerked away, his breathing ragged.
    “Wait,” he said. “There’s no rush. First I want to find out if you were telling me the truth.”
    She frowned. The truth about what? For the briefest of moments it flashed through her mind that he somehow knew about the mess she’d left behind at home in England.
    Don’t be ridiculous Flora!
    “I mean the truth about where I have to kiss you to really turn you on.” He rolled over, pressing his lips to her neck. “Is it here you said you liked it?”
    “Hmm,” Flora replied absently, enjoying his lips against her skin and inhaling his clean, citrus scent. Zac smelt so good.
    “Or should I go down a bit lower?” he whispered, trailing a line of kisses down to her breasts. She gasped when he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, almost bucking off the soft rug.
    He