‘It’s not your style, though.’
‘I like the stables and I’m prepared to be persuaded,’ Zac informed her, snaking out a strong arm as she knelt beside him and tipping her down onto his lap.
Freddie, demonstrating how much she had changed after two months of marriage, kissed him passionately and his arms tightened around her as he rocked her over the prominent bulge at his groin. A faint groan of frustration was wrenched from her as his arousal connected with the most intimate part of her.
‘We could go back into the house and—’
‘Yes!’ she gasped with an eagerness she couldn’t hide, and her cheeks reddened because just recently she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off Zac and she was starting to wonder if that was quite normal or a sign that she was a little oversexed.
Zac laughed with rich appreciation. ‘You really, really want this house.’
She gazed into his pale glittering black-lashed eyes, feeling her heart race at speed and her entire body heat to an embarrassing degree. ‘I want you,’ she contradicted without hesitation.
Being married wasn’t so bad, Zac conceded, tugging his wife across the overgrown lawn to the house with one powerful hand. True, he had had to make explanations to Eloise about why he regularly forgot to wear pyjamas, and Jack, since he had learned how to climb out of his cot, allowed no such niceties to hold him back from a full-scale assault on the marital bed. Meal times had got messy but bath time was fun and bed time from an adult point of view was even more fun-filled, Zac acknowledged as he pinned Freddie to a wall and kissed her breathless, feeling as sexually voracious as a man who hadn’t indulged in months, which would have been very untrue. But then Freddie acted on his libido like an aphrodisiac. Once was never enough and, now she was no longer as shy or nervous, she had become his dream lover, as enthusiastic and seemingly as sexually obsessed with him as he was with her. What was there not to like in that magical combination?
The skirt of her dress was up round her waist and there was a ripping sound as Zac impatiently dispensed with her skimpy silk knickers. She reckoned he preferred silk because it tore easily. Excitement sent her heart racing and her body pulsing as he unzipped, braced her back against the wall and suddenly he was there where she most needed him. She gasped and gasped again as he locked her legs round his waist to sink deeper into her slick, tender flesh. As he ground against her, possessing her with potent strength, carnal sensation pounded through her body in wave after wave until the pleasure rose to an unbearable crescendo and sent her flying high.
‘You’ll have to carry me back to the car,’ she muttered after she had regained her voice, her head drooping down onto a broad shoulder for support. ‘I’m done.’
‘You can’t be. You had an early night last night and you slept late this morning. I had to wake you for breakfast,’ Zac reminded her, settling her down onto her own feet and bending down to retrieve her underwear and stuff it in his pocket.
Freddie swallowed back a yawn. ‘You exhaust me...but in the nicest possible way,’ she completed with a cheeky grin.
Zac made her pause before he opened the front door, long fingers combing through her tumbled hair to tidy it. But it made no perceptible difference. Her face was still pink from her climax and her eyes shone like stars. ‘You still look like you’ve been thoroughly—’
‘Pleasured is the word,’ Freddie slotted in hastily, because Zac was trying to clean up his speech since Eloise had picked up a bad word after listening to him and if she had repeated that word once, she had repeated it a thousand times, making every adult in her radius cringe.
Zac looked down at Freddie and wished there were a bed within reach. ‘Were you?’
‘Thoroughly,’ she told him, revelling in his spontaneous smile.
‘By the way, there was something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you,’ Zac told her in the back of the limo, Jen and Izzy and the children travelling in the car behind them. ‘Who told you about the chalet girl in Klosters?’
Freddie grimaced. ‘Her mother on our wedding day. I saw her with your father’s party. He must have brought her, obviously not knowing how she felt about you.’
‘I did first meet her in Dad’s office with her mother and then she miraculously took a job at his ski retreat the week I was staying there with Vitale and Angel. She was a desperately pushy girl and I hate being hassled. I didn’t sleep with her because if I had she would have clung like a limpet.’
‘OK, so she lied to her mother and made you out to be the bad guy.’
‘What did her mother say to you?’ Zac demanded angrily.
‘Pretty much that once you slept with a woman you lost interest.’
Zac’s bright eyes gleamed with amusement. ‘Well, you know that’s not true where you’re concerned.’
But it would be true in the future, Freddie thought unhappily, wondering why half the gloss had seemed to fall from her image of the house once she tried to imagine living there alone with the children. When it happened, it would be the end of their marriage and change was always scary, which was probably why her mind was so stubbornly refusing to stop thinking it. She wasn’t even pregnant yet, she reminded herself, and who knew how long that would take? Or how long Zac would be willing to be patient? He never forgot what they shared was temporary but she forgot it over and over again.
Her face drenched with colour as she thought about the way they had made love in the house. Zac had few inhibitions but she had encouraged him. Should she really be demonstrating that much enthusiasm with a man who was planning to leave her? Shouldn’t pride make her a little cooler? But how was she supposed to act cooler in that department when their main objective was for her to conceive? Torn apart by those conflicting thoughts, Freddie buried them. When their marriage was over, she told herself firmly, she would have to make her peace with reality.
The following day, Zac announced that Molderstone Manor was theirs with immediate possession and that he was throwing in a local construction firm to upgrade the north wing to his standards, which would allow the main house to be renovated at a more leisurely pace.
Freddie was thrilled and she hugged him and persuaded him that a second trip had to be made down to the manor. By the time surveys came back on the property, revealing that the manor was in much better order than Zac had anticipated, he was resigned to his future home and planning a helipad in the grounds for faster access. Freddie, however, immersed herself blissfully in paint colours and upholstery fabrics, leaving Zac to choose bathroom fittings and loudly veto some of her décor choices.
Another two weeks rattled past in that manner, by which time Zac was thoroughly bored with floral fabrics that sent Freddie into paroxysms of delight and convinced him that beige was the only way to go.
‘Bland...bland...bland,’ Freddie contradicted. ‘It’s not your fault. You’re too used to living in hotels.’
She was sitting on the bed with a giant pile of fabric swatches. She had dug herself into the project of turning the big house into a home to lift her mood. As summer wore into autumn, the anniversary of her sister’s tragic death loomed and she was keen to visit the cemetery where Lauren had been laid to rest, even though she knew it would reanimate sad memories. Tomorrow definitely, she decided ruefully, feeling guilty that she hadn’t been back there since the funeral.
Zac swept the fabric swatches off the bed and pounced on her. ‘You’re not allowed to bring those to bed with you.’
‘It’s only eight o’clock in the evening. I’m not technically in bed,’ Freddie pointed out, gazing up into black fringed stunning eyes that were the colour of grey ice in that light.
Zac wound his fingers slowly through the silky thickness of her hair. ‘But I can put you there, meu pequenino,’ he traded, in a dark deep drawl that sent tiny shivers of awareness down her spine. ‘And keep you there.’