PassionsPoison (13 page)

Bea’s head swam at the images he painted with his words
while she grasped the edge of the hot tub to keep her position in front of the
jet’s stream. Even in the water, her pussy filled with her own special
slickness, pulsing for release. Somehow she found the ability to nod.

Zach wasted no time. His fingers pulled out of her, his arm
coming around her waist.

She shivered as his cock slid against her ass, along the
crease and entered her pussy in one long stroke. The jets on her clit kept her
pulsating arousal high. Her pussy tightened around Zach’s invasion.

His other hand tweaked her nipple, even as he whispered in
her ear, “Ready?”

She swallowed as fire from her breast ran down to the
pleasure building in her core.

He didn’t wait for a response. He pulled his hips back and
plunged in.

She gasped for air as the sudden sensations in her pussy,
clit and nipple converged. Zach pushed deeper and she let herself go, her body
convulsing around his cock. She shook in his arms as pulse after pulse of
stimulation powered through every nerve. Then his liquid heat filled her and
pleasure burst through her entire body. She trembled, the sensations too intense
as she tried to breathe.

She went limp, too spent to move.

“Bea? Bea?”

She opened her eyes. The warm swish of water enveloped her
sated body and Zach held her on his lap, a worried expression etched on his
face. She reached up and stroked his brow. “Wow.”

He grinned. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm-hmm. That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever
had.”

His smile turned cocky. “Good. Remember, you can only have
it with me.”

Her heart jumped with longing at his words. “Promise?”

He pulled her face up to his and kissed her thoroughly.

She held on to his neck. When he released her lips she gave
him a coy smile. “I think I blacked out.”

He kissed her nose. “No, you didn’t.”

“Maybe not, but all those amazing feelings and the heat and
I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to breathe. It was so good.”

He stood with her in his arms, the cool air grazing her body
as steam rose from them both.

Zach stepped onto the deck. “I need to get you out of this
hot tub. I kept you in it too long.”

She practically purred. “I don’t remember trying to get
out.”

He nudged the sliding-glass door open and continued across
the living room with her in his arms.

“Zach, I can walk. You don’t have to carry me.”

He didn’t miss a step, but continued upstairs and brought
her to what she assumed was his bedroom.

He stopped in front of the bed and let her naked, wet body
slide along his until her feet touched the warm rug. “You stay here while I get
a towel to dry you off.”

As he let go, her knees buckled. She grabbed the bed to keep
herself upright. His lovemaking had worn her out. That never happened. Sex
always energized her because she released her poisons.

Damn. She lost control again and now Zach would be ill,
unless…unless she felt differently after sex with him because he was immune to
her toxic fluids. Hope sprang to life as she watched him return, studying him
for any sign of unease.

He brought a fluffy blue towel and gently dried her from the
top of her shoulders to the tops of her feet.

He didn’t even look tired. When he finished drying her, he
threw the towel over his shoulder and pulled back the deep-green quilt. He
scooped her up and laid her on the bed. As he covered her with the blanket, she
reached out, capturing his wrist. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to dry off and get you some water. You’re
dehydrated. I’ll be right back.”

As he walked to the door, she enjoyed the view of his tight,
wet butt cheeks. Nope, he looked fine to her. If he was immune, then she
actually could have a normal life with him. She glanced around the room. Then
this would be their bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it had warm
honey-colored logs that made up the walls, and furniture with greens and rusts
in the cushions. The large flat-screen television opposite the bed was the only
item not made of natural elements. She’d love to wake up every morning in here
with Zach by her side. She could almost picture the warm sunlight brightening
the room in the morning.

Zach returned with a bottle of water and a beer. As he
walked toward her, she smiled. She hadn’t lied when she told her grandma he was
well-hung. Damn, but the man had one good-looking cock.

He sat on the bed and handed her the water.

“Thanks.”

He didn’t move until she had opened it and taken a gulp. She
was more thirsty than she realized. Smart man.

She watched his thigh muscles as he moved around to the
other side of the bed, but the long scar on his back caught her attention and
her curiosity. She could ask about it now. After all, they were lovers. Her
body glowed at the thought. She had a lover. She had her own man and he
appeared to be fine. No cramping, and she had come on him twice.

He got into bed and pulled her up against him, his shoulder
making a nice pillow.

“Zach?”

His hand rested on her waist. “Yeah.”

“How did you get the long scar across your back?”

He gave her a squeeze. “Noticed that, did you?”

She played with the dark hair on his chest. “It’s not that
obvious, but it’s so long. Were you hurt?”

He shrugged beneath her. “Not much. It was worth it. I’d do
it again.”

“Do what?”

“To make a long story short—”

“Huh-uh. I want the whole story. It will pass the time while
I get my strength back.”

He kissed her forehead, but she still caught a glimpse of
his smug grin. She pulled a hair on his chest to take him down a notch.

“Ow.” His hand came up and covered hers. “Do you want the
story or not?”

She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

His fingers entwined with hers. “I told you I was a logger.
I had a young college kid working for me one summer. He thought he knew more
than he did. He was lucky I was at the site that day trying to get my guys to
move a little faster. We had a contract we were behind on. I needed to
determine how many more men I would have to hire.”

Bea’s trained business mind took over. “How big of a company
did you have?”

He shrugged beneath her. “Depends on how you look at it. By
employees, we were big in the late winter when most of the cutting was done.
Generally, my gross income averaged a few million. By that standard, it was
small.”

The inns ran on a five-million-dollar budget. Zach had run a
business at least that large. “That’s big enough. Was it stressful? I can
imagine the number of decisions you had to make every day. I know what it’s
like with the inns, but luckily I don’t own them.”

Zach’s hand moved to her arm and idly stroked her flesh. “I
didn’t find it too stressful except when we were behind. I got out into the
woods a lot, which has always been a relaxing environment for me.”

Bea squeezed the hand that held hers. “So, what happened?”

“I sold the company.”

She lifted her head to catch the smirk on his face. “No.
What happened to your back?”

“Oh, my back? The college kid, cocky as usual, got in front
of a falling tree. I happened to be in the skidder nearby. I threw it into
forward, getting under the tree just in time. The kid ended up with only a
broken leg, but he would have been killed. Still, can’t believe I was there and
in the skidder.”

Bea squeezed Zach’s hand. “And the scar on your back?”

He kissed the top of her head before he continued. “My
skidder’s top caved in under the tree’s weight. I attempted to jump out, but a
piece of the bent metal caught my back as I fell.”

Bea lifted herself to see Zach’s face. “Oh my God. Did you
have to go to the hospital?”

He nodded. “Yes, but it wasn’t that deep. Still, I did need
stitches. It bled through my shirt and the kid thought I was dead. When I got
up, he started to cry.”

She lay back down on his shoulder. “He was very lucky you
were such a quick thinker and willing to put yourself in harm’s way to save
him.”

He shrugged again. “Most of my men would have done the same
for each other, though I do think he was lucky it was me in the skidder. The
kid had been a spoiled brat, his father a rich man, so he hadn’t been a
favorite among my crew.”

“I hope his father appreciated what you did.”

“I’d say he did.”

She sensed his amusement and looked up at his face. “What?”

“This kid got his act together after that and his father was
so thankful he offered to buy me out.”

“What do you mean buy you out? You mean your contract?”

“No, the company. He offered me a ridiculous amount of money
for it if I would run it for three more years and mentor his son. I couldn’t
resist.”

She moved her hand with his so she could touch his abdominal
muscles. His strength made sense. “Is that when you moved down here?”

“Yeah.”

The muscles tensed beneath her hand and a light tingle of
anticipation surged through her veins.

She moved her hand lower, but he stopped her progress. “I
don’t want you to be sore in the morning.”

God, what was she doing? This man was too big a temptation.
She clasped his hand and lifted it to her lips for a kiss. “You are very
thoughtful.”

She gasped as he rolled her onto her back, bracing himself
on his elbows as his semi-hard cock pressed against her inner thigh. “Not really,
I just want more of you tomorrow.”

At his words, her worry intensified.

He nibbled at her lips, but she refused to allow him entry.
Giving up on her mouth, he paid homage to her jaw, then kissed his way down her
neck.

She closed her eyes and sighed, her resolve weakening.

“You’re too easy, beautiful.” He licked her earlobe.

She turned her head away.

He took full advantage, raining sweet kisses down to her
shoulder until she shivered. “You must be cold. Let me see if I can warm you
up.” He licked her collarbone before wetting a path between her breasts. Then
he used his nose to push up under one breast so he could nibble the underside
before licking his way to her hard nipple.

Bea’s limbs turned to mush even as tension built between her
legs. She couldn’t let him be inside her again. She didn’t want to risk—

His teeth caught her nipple and scratched the surface,
pushing coherent thought away. The man was born to pleasure her, she was sure
of it. At least her body believed so because her folds throbbed with need and
moistness seeped between them.

He took her nipple into his mouth and played his tongue over
it before sucking. His touch was gentle yet erotic. She felt like a maiden
sacrifice being worshiped in preparation for penetration.

His hips moved his cock along her wet entrance.

With the little strength she could muster, she used one hand
to play with the hair resting on his neck. Its silky thickness caressed her
skin as she pressed his head more firmly to her breast, but his touch remained
light.

Without warning, his hard cock slipped into her pussy,
seeking her depths. The lethargy of her limbs lent a curious helplessness to
her psyche and his gentle strokes and light kisses made her feel loved.

Loved?

She opened her eyes and pulled on his hair.

He lifted his head to gaze at her, a tenderness in his
expression that had the back of her eyes itching. “Zach?” Her voice came out in
a whisper, all she could manage.

“Relax and enjoy while I make love to you.”

Her heart leapt at his words. It was just an expression. She
shouldn’t read anything into it. But her body responded to his gentle touches
and slow strokes. Her blood sped as a slow, building pleasure grew within her.

She pulled at his head to leave her breast. She needed to
kiss him. She didn’t understand why, but the need was too strong to deny.

He finally gave in to her and raised himself, leaning his
hard chest against her soft breasts where his hair scraped her nipples. But his
hips continued their slow rhythm.

When his mouth touched hers, she licked his lips, kissing
the edges until he opened for her. She grasped his neck to lock her tongue with
his. Her hips moved of their own accord, meeting his, answering his call to be
taken. She pressed his ass into her with her other hand. She wanted all of him,
every inch.

Breathless, exhausted and on the edge, she held on as his
cock drove home and sent her body into spasms of ecstasy while her heart leapt
with sheer joy. Her weak limbs tensed as the orgasm rolled through her body,
wringing out every last drop of energy.

He gasped, pulling away from her mouth. His seed flowed into
her as her name spilled from his lips, filling her with completeness. Pure
happiness swarmed through her for the first time in her life.

He collapsed on top of her, panting.

She couldn’t help a smug smile of her own.

He rolled to the side and lay on his back, his chest rising
and falling in a slowing beat. “You’re going to kill me.”

Bea’s euphoria crashed hard. She gasped as the words echoed
in her brain.
Are you going to kill him?
She shivered.

“Hey, are you cold again?” Zach covered them with the thick,
green quilt and pulled her against him.

She nestled into the comfort he offered, trying to ignore
the dread seeping into her heart. She had yet to discover how immune Zach might
be to her poison. Maybe fate had led her to him and she was meant to be with
him because he didn’t react to her like other men. Maybe he wouldn’t become
sick. She prayed she was right because she’d coated him with the full force of
her poisons three times, but instead of feeling energized from their expulsion,
she felt relaxed. God, she hoped that meant he wouldn’t become ill.