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Zac actively seeking her out felt like a life raft on this ocean of turbulent emotions.
    “Can we go back to your chalet?” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she’d had time to talk herself out of it. She needed to feel wanted and affirmed. She needed Zac to distract her if today wasn’t going to be a total disaster. She should never have run away this morning.
    And she had a pretty good idea how he might be able to do it.
    “Okay. Do you need to put your skis in a locker? I can take them for you if you like?”
    “Thank you.” Flora was profoundly grateful; relieved he cared enough to take her on with her mess, runny nose and all. Because, she had to face it – yesterday she’d been trying, pretty unsuccessfully to channel her inner sex kitten but today her inner neurotic was running the show. And why exactly had she overacted and fled earlier?
    I really need to get my head together.
    “I’m so sorry,” Flora apologised when Zac returned, feeling wretched.
    “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Something’s clearly wrong and you don’t need to be ashamed of your reaction. Bottling it all up is what messes with your head.”
    “Oh. Are you talking from experience?” She looked up at him. They’d discarded their ski gloves and he laced his fingers through hers.
    “Yes, I’m talking from experience,” Zac replied shortly. She waited but he said nothing more.
    Clearly he was of the ‘strong and silent’ mould. Well that worked for her.
    Electricity crackled between them again and the familiar gut churning anticipation mingled with unease. She wasn’t sure which element was the most powerful.
    She wondered what lay behind Zac’s comment. He seemed so sorted, as though he had everything worked out and might be able to help her figure it out too.
    Yet everything inside her screamed at her to keep him at arm’s length. She couldn’t cope with anything heavy right now. Or ever, in fact…
    Independence remember?
    Sod independence for the next few hours. She wanted company. Needed to experience her body fused with another’s, to feel connected and affirmed.
    To feel alive.
    Once in the chalet she stripped off her jacket and boots, walking in her socks straight to the bedroom. She didn’t want time to change her mind.
    Wordlessly she tugged at fastenings and zips.
    Zac watched her, hesitating before stripping, his expression impassive but his eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure? Don’t you need to talk first?”
    “No.” She looked at him, pleadingly. “I need this first. Please?”
    God, this is the second time I’ve begged him for sex. So classy!
    But she didn’t feel humiliated, this felt okay, natural almost.
    “Come here then.” He beckoned her over and she went, willing, if only for a few hours, to let him take control. Maybe he’d do a better job of it than her.
    Undoubtedly.
    He tugged her long-sleeved T-shirt over her head and pulled her into his arms. Then he kissed her, trailing his lips down to her neck and chest, sucking and teasing at her nipples through the lacy fabric of her bra. They stiffened in response, making her desperate to be pressed against him, skin against skin.
    Her hands slid over his chest, caressing his already familiar flesh. His muscles felt solid and reassuring. She grinned at him as he undid her bra clasp and soon they were pulling at clothes, throwing off every vestige of clothing.
    They explored each other, running hands over curves and muscle, fingers entangled in hair, pulling and tugging closer, groaning with desire.
    When Zac slid a hand up to caress her between her legs, dipping two fingers inside her, she was already dripping wet. He teased her with his thumb and she groaned, arching towards him and sighing with pleasure when he clasped one of her breasts. It felt deliciously carnal and liberating to ignore all her anxieties and reservations. Like dancing naked on a lawn, ignoring a sign telling her to ‘keep off the grass.’
    Just for a few