The Sinister Touch by Jayne Castle Read Free Book Online Page B

before Zac said promptingly, "Well? Don't I get one too?"
    "An apology?"
    "You owe me something for all those not-so-subtle accusations about the meeting with Elizabeth ."
    "I guess I do. I know she's an important client for you, Zac. And I'm a businessperson. I understand about client demands."
    "So when do I get the apology?" he pressed.
    "I thought I'd already given it!"
    "No," he said, leaning forward to haul her onto his lap, "you haven't. But you will."
    Her mouth curved tremulously as she automatically braced herself with one arm around his broad shoulders. "Going to exact your pound of flesh?"
    "And then some." Zac brushed his mouth against hers, sampling her lips with easy, possessive familiarity. His large palm spread warmly across her thigh. "You have such nice flesh."
    Guinevere relaxed against him, luxuriating in the welcoming heat and strength of his hold. Her fingertips lost themselves in his thick, dark hair. He murmured something sexy and outrageous into her ear.
    "What was that?" she demanded, pulling slightly away.
    "I said I adore the pink perfection of your rose-colored lips; that the column of your throat reminds me of a Grecian statue and I could kiss the ground upon which your dainty feet tread."
    "Funny, that's not what I thought you said." She tugged at the first button of his shirt.
    "Okay, so it lost something in the translation. Let's not quibble."
    "Wouldn't think of it." She slipped her fingers inside the white shirt and found the dark, curling hair on his chest.
    His hand tightened on her thigh, and he began unfastening her silk blouse. When the delicate garment fell unheeded to the gray rug, Zac groaned softly and kissed her shoulder. "I've missed you lately, sweetheart."
    "Not as much as I've missed you." She snuggled more closely as he undid the front catch of her bra and pushed it off her shoulders. When his palm rubbed gently across her nipple, she closed her eyes and let her fingertips sink into his chest.
    "Do you know what you do to me when you respond like this?" Zac lowered his head and put his mouth on the crest of her breast.
    "Ummm." She could feel the rising need in him. Under her thigh he was growing heavy with desire. His immediate response was every bit as exhilarating for her as he claimed hers was for him. Their physical attraction for each other had been intense and immediate right from the start. But as their relationship deepened into a full-fledged affair it seemed to Guinevere that the physical side of things was changing, growing more complex and variable. Vaguely she wondered why it should be that way. It was as if there were more questions now than when they had first started making love, questions they hesitated to ask each other.
    "We both have too many clothes on," Zac muttered as he slid his hand down her side to her bare waist and found the opening of her skirt.
    "Do we?"
    "Definitely." He surged to his feet, lifting Guinevere in his arms, and strode toward the bedroom. "But I think we can handle the problem."
    He finished undressing her in the shadowed bedroom, his hands gliding over her with a hunger that was building rapidly in its intensity. Guinevere struggled briefly with his slacks, but he grew impatient and unsnapped them himself. As the last of their clothing fell away Zac eased her down onto the bed, pushing apart her legs so that he could lay comfortably between her thighs.
    "You're in a hurry tonight," she teased, her eyes gleaming.
    "It's been too long." He ducked his head to kiss the hollow of her throat. Deliberately he let her feel him poised at the damp, silky opening of her body. "I'm a creature of habit, Gwen. And lately I've gotten into the habit of going to bed with you as frequently as possible. You can't just cut a man off from his habit without a few serious consequences. I've been suffering withdrawal symptoms for the past week."
    "It's your own fault you've been suffering," she couldn't resist pointing out.
    "Don't remind me. I finally