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unerringly between my legs, playing over my clit in the exact way that he had discovered I liked.
    “I haven’t tasted you enough.” His arousing words made me shudder. “One day soon, I’m going to tie you open and drink your sweet pussy for hours.” The words, combined with his fingers on my clit, sent me hurtling over the edge. Another thrust and he followed me, his heat burning low in my belly.
    When he had finished, and I delighted in yet another impossible climax, we stayed in place, cocooned together until the water in the bath began to cool. As I pressed my damp cheek into his shoulder and felt the pulse of the bond between us, I wondered whether this could be enough for us.
    Could I live this way, knowing he hadn’t been able to break through that final barrier for me? My mind told me that the idea was an invitation to heartache and disaster.
    My heart, however . . . my heart told me I just might be happier with the pieces of Zach that I could have than with no Zach at all.

Chapter Three
    I came out of the bath, damp and seeking the warmth of Zach’s arms, only to find the bedroom empty. Cocking my head, I padded out of the room, my feet leaving damp imprints on the plush carpet.
    The smell of spices tickled the insides of my nose as I followed the scent. I found Zach in the kitchen, a room I hadn’t yet been in.
    It was warm, and bright, the overhead lights illuminating cream walls and a charcoal slate backsplash. Bright copper pots dangled overhead, and a massive flat screen television was mounted on the wall above the table.
    I might have wondered further about the need for such a thing in a kitchen, but my attention was drawn to Zach.
    His back to me, he stood at the stove, browning what appeared to be ground beef. As I watched silently from the doorway, I found that though he seemed less sure of himself here than he did in the boardroom—or the bedroom—he still commanded the space, filled it, as he added handfuls of chopped red peppers to the pan.
    I tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, which I had pulled on after the bath. I didn’t keep nightclothes here, and I wasn’t secure enough in my body to go running around naked. I knew it was silly, since he had seen every bit of me, but I couldn’t get rid of the feeling.
    Standing there, wearing his shirt, watching him cook something that was obviously for me, brought all my feelings bubbling to the surface. This man, this beautiful, complex man, made me weak in the knees.
    Unless he could give me everything, though, it wasn’t going to work.
    Enjoy it while it lasts.
Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, then opening them wide, I went on instinct. Before I could overthink it, I moved behind him quietly, then wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed.
    “Hey.” Leaning around his torso, I sniffed at the pan. The scent made my mouth water. I hadn’t realized that I was hungry, but that was Zach. Always anticipating my needs. “Whatcha making?”
    He always seemed to know what I needed before I did.
    He stiffened in my embrace, then slowly relaxed. I didn’t comment, instead stepping back and hitching myself up to sit on the counter.
    “Taco skillet.” There was something in the depths of his eyes when he turned that I couldn’t quite read, but his expression was warm as he ran a hand easily up my thigh and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Want some wine?”
    I murmured my assent as he moved to the fridge to remove a bottle of wine, then to the cupboard. The first one that he opened held plates. The second had coffee mugs. Growling with frustration, he flung open the door to the third, removing the two wineglasses that he had been searching for.
    I couldn’t quite stifle a giggle as he poured a glass of the straw-colored wine and handed it to me.
    “Something amuse you, minx?” His smirk was self-deprecating as he pulled a package of tortillas from the freezer and tore the bag open. I watched, mesmerized, as he cut the tortillas into