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    Their breathing was laboured and ragged, their pupils dilated and their focus entirely on each other’s body.
    She reached down to caress his erection and he jerked to her touch.
    “Please,” she half begged, half groaned. “I need…”
    What do I need?
    She wasn’t sure but all her instincts lead her to Zac, vaulting the doubts and reservations that would no doubt launch a counter attack later. But what the hell? They weren’t in control now.
    Make me forget.
    He backed her towards the edge of the bed and firmly pushed her down, spreading her legs with the palms of his hands and pulling her wide open in front of him. The daylight made it impossible to hide. She didn’t care. She wanted it. Wanted him. Wanted to blot out the pain.
    She closed her eyes, the darkness intensifying the sensation of Zac’s lips on her thighs. Moaning softly she lay back on the bed, spreading her arms out and opening herself, uncurling and blossoming to the touch of his tongue.
    As the kisses trailed higher up her thighs she tensed a little but tried to override her fear, making no move to stop him. After a pause he continued to kiss higher up, licking and caressing her sex, tongue teasing.
    She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t meet the connection she experienced whenever their eyes locked. She focused instead on the sweet pleasure throbbing between her legs, piercing her and splitting her in two as she bucked beneath his tongue and climaxed.
    She kept her eyes shut when she heard the rip of a foil packet and felt his erection brush her thigh.
    “Look at me.” Zac’s words were quiet but insistent.
    Reluctantly she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his and then dropping to where he had positioned himself at her sex. It turned her on to see him erect and clearly desiring her.
    “You’re okay Flora, you’re okay.” He whispered and the tight vice around her heart loosened its grip. Tension and air released from her lungs in a deep sigh. She raised her legs to hook them around his hips, pulling him into her, gasping when he entered her hard and deep.
    She met every thrust with passion, eyes wide open, feeling freer with each stroke, the rhythm producing a steady hum in her clit and the deep angle creating sensations she’d never felt before.
    Is this my G-spot waking up?
    Previously undiscovered nerve endings tingled and throbbed inside her, caressed and massaged with every thrust.
    Zac put a hand under her bottom and squeezed. He held her so firmly she had no option but to grip him even harder.
    Then she came for a second time but this was a longer ride, her whole body taken over by the tide of endorphins sweeping away her sadness as he tensed and cried out, reaching his climax at the same time as she came.
    Flora was a puzzle. It was as though Zac had to look at her out of the corner of his eye because if he faced her head-on then the real, genuine girl he was coming to like very much would vanish. She seemed so easily spooked. Look at her awkward exit this morning.
    On the one hand it was frustrating.
    On the other it was captivating.
    She had his interest. It’d been re-kindled when he’d seen her sitting on her own at the mountain canteen, sitting so rigidly still he’d known something was wrong.
    He hadn’t been able to bear the bleak look in her eyes when he’d taken her sunglasses off. Her earlier irritation at his efforts to help her, however much she’d tried to hide it, had rubbed at him like a badly fitting ski boot. But one look at Flora’s tear sodden face and something had tugged deep inside him, a primal urge to draw her to him and try to take care of her, if she’d let him.
    The urge to fix and help was such a strong one he’d never been able to resist it – from injured birds and stray dogs as a child to broken women. This felt like something more than his usual cursed inability to ever let anything go. It was a deep connection that blew him away whenever Flora allowed herself to look into his