She fit her key in the lock and glanced back at the man looming over her.
He braced his hands on either side of the door and bent his head to her shoulder where he pressed the gentlest kiss to her bare skin.
Who was this man? How could someone raised among so much bad turn out so good?
She twisted the key and pushed the door in, flipping on the two lamps with the door switch.
“This is it.” She stepped to the side and gestured at the furniture she hadn’t changed from when she’d moved in.
How did this look to an outsider? To him?
The living room was a long rectangle, with the bedroom to the right running the width of the villa. Her tiny kitchen was ahead on the left. And a set of double doors opened up onto a patio area where she had gear laid out to dry. Everything was decorated in beige, maroon and white.
Paxton never glanced at their surroundings. His eyes remained on her. There was an intensity to him now, a focus. He braced one hand on the wall, crowding her back until he had her caged against the cool surface with an arm on either side of her.
He leaned in until his nose bumped her cheek. She held her breath, ready for his kiss, but it never came. Instead he stared down at her and it felt as though he looked into her. She hadn’t thought she’d have much in common with him, but after a small glimpse into his world she wondered if they were more alike than different. But that was a question for later.
Coco slid her hands up his chest, marveling at the feel of him. It had been so long since she was held, since she touched another human being for pleasure. She was skin starved for more than just sex. Tonight she intended to indulge herself.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
His words startled a chuckle out of her. Warmth spread inside her chest and her toes curled in her boots.
She didn’t often feel pretty, but the way he was looking at her, she was ready to believe him. Even if it was just for tonight.
He bent his head, and she tipped her chin up meeting him in an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue thrust between her lips and she groaned, her body pulsing with want.
Fingers traced the hem of her shirt from hip to her stomach and back. She shivered and leaned into him, sliding her hands back up over his shoulders.
“I want to say I have a condom,” he said against her lips.
“If you don’t, I do.”
“Awesome.” He pulled back just enough to allow her to look up at him. “And I don’t have anything. You’re safe with me.”
“You, too.” Her mind was past caring and straight to wanting. At least one of them was thinking clearly, and it wasn’t the sober girl.
He grasped the bottom of her tank top and tugged it up over her head. If she’d have known this was happening when she’d dressed for the day she’d have worn something besides the plain tan, satin bra. She wanted his hands on her, to feel him touch her.
The bra had to go.
She reached behind herself only to get pinned to the wall by the press of Paxton’s body. He grasped her wrists and pulled her hands up over her head.
“Hands there.” His voice was a low, rough growl that made her shiver.
“Or what?”
He grinned at her. “Do you want to find out?”
“Do you always have to be in control?”
His gaze left her face and traveled down to her chest. “No, but I have ideas.”
“Care to share?”
“How about I show you?” He traced a bra cup with his finger.
Her nipple tightened at the promise of his touch. He kissed down her chest to the valley between her breasts. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. In truth, she’d stand here all night like this if he kept this up.
All at once her world shifted.
“Paxton!” She scrambled to hold on to him.
Paxton hoisted her up into the air, giving her legs no other option than to wrap around him. His face remained between her breasts and he groaned something that sounded like bed but she couldn’t be certain.
“Put me down,” she said between laughter.
He pivoted and edged through the door into her bedroom. She was glad she’d done a blitz clean so there wasn’t anything to trip him up on his way to the king-sized bed hogging her bedroom. He set her down on the edge and lifted his face to hers for a quick kiss.
“Better,” he muttered.
“Better?” She grinned back at him. There was something about him that was just plain fun.
“Yup.” He crowded her back until she lay on the mattress legs dangling off, him over her.
She reached down and grasped his hips, pulling him to her. His cock was long and hard, ready for her.
He groaned and ground his pelvis to hers. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?”
He pushed up, robbing her of the pleasure that came from touching him. “Is there an echo in here?”
“Get down here.”
An evil gleam she wasn’t sure she liked flashed in his eyes. “Oh, I intend to.”
What was he up to?
Paxton dropped his head and kissed down her chest, silencing her questions. She ran her fingers through his fine, silky hair, luxuriating in the way each kiss and touch made her react. She gasped when he explored a new spot. She groaned when he figured out where she was most sensitive. All while keeping her bra and shorts on.
She didn’t realize he’d returned to her face until his lips caressed her ear as he asked, “Can I taste you?”
“Yes.” He could do whatever he wanted so long as he kept touching her.
He pushed up and undid the button on her shorts then yanked those and her panties down her legs and over her boots. She didn’t even have the presence of mind to be self conscious it all happened so fast. And then Paxton was leaning over her again, touching her stomach, kissing her chest then her hip. Her mind was awash in pleasure and sensory overload.
A kiss on her mound made her jump, both from surprise and because it was too much. He pressed his palm to the spot, as though he understood her nerves were too raw. But the respite only lasted a moment.
He sank to the floor, his arms under and around her legs holding her prisoner, and then she felt his tongue. A very intimate touch against her folds. She reached down and grasped his wrist in a vain attempt to pull him up. He pressed against her, exploring her sex with his tongue and mouth, kissing her in a far more intimate way.
His blunt fingers probed at her entrance, circling her, sending off zaps of pleasure. She moaned and grasped him by the hair, unsure if she wanted him to keep going or if it was too much.
He thrust his fingers inside of her and her spine bowed off the bed. She cried out, her body adjusting to the intrusion. He licked her, his tongue pressing to her clit.
“Oh—oh, God,” she muttered while he finger fucked her.
It felt too good to last, but damn it she wanted this to.
She slid her free hand up to cup her own breast, pushing her bra out of the way. Her nipples ached from arousal. Her sex throbbed. And then Paxton did something inside of her, curling his fingers, rubbing her channel walls. All at once it was too much. The pleasure of it coiled too tight, and she hit the breaking point.
Coco cried out, her body going tight as the orgasm took over. She clawed at the sheets, as if that would anchor her. Her muscles spasmed, and all the while Paxton stroked her. He kissed her sensitive skin, gently easing away and out of her. She shivered as he separated their bodies.
“Mm.” That single sound was all the warning she had before he kissed her nipple.
She yelped, all her nerves raw after that, and wiggled way.
Paxton chuckled and grabbed her around the waist. He dragged her to the middle of the bed and lay with her tucked up against him, his jean clad leg over hers, caging her in. He kissed her shoulder and took her hand, threading their fingers together.
“Too much?” he asked.
“Less talking.” She allowed her eyes to shut.
Dear God. Even now the aftershocks shot through her. And that was just from his mouth and fingers. No man had ever done that to her.
He slid his hand over her stomach and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.
They weren’t even done yet. This was just the beginning.
She turned until they lay face to face.
“You left my boots on,” she whispered.
“And your bra.”
She chuckled and traced his lips. Those magical lips. And here she’d thought their best skill was kissing.
He covered her one exposed breast with his hand.
She arched her back, luxuriating in his touch. “I can work with that. Take my bra off.”
“Come here.” He rolled, taking her with him so that she sprawled over his chest.
Coco laughed against his shoulder while he freed the catch of her bra. “Do I get to take my boots off?”
“No. They’re sexy.”
“My boots?”
“Yup.”
She pushed up, straddling his thighs. “Fine, but I want you naked.”
“Happy to oblige.”
He sat up and pressed a playful kiss to her lips.
This man was the dangerous kind. Not physically. No, Paxton was a danger to her heart. In the few short hours that she’d known him he’d come to her rescue, shown her his sweet side, let her glimpse what made him into this man and now he was showing her all his other talents.
She distracted herself by helping him strip off his T-shirt. The moment it was off he pulled her flush against him and to her mouth in a hot, hard kiss while cupping her breast. He toyed with her aching nipples despite her groans of protest.
Coco rocked against him. The hard line of his erection pressed against her, ready for what came next.
Once more, Paxton picked her up without warning, treating her like some sort of doll. It was thrilling in a way she’d never experienced. He was strong and forceful, but not too much.
She landed on her back among the fluffy pillows looking up at him. His hair glinted gold in the light from the living room and he grinned down at her. He wasn’t just the action hero. He had this softer, funny side and damn if it wasn’t far more attractive.
“Is this where you tell me to stay right here again?”
“Almost.” He grabbed her hands and placed them on the headboard, then kissed the tip of her nose. “There. Don’t move.”
He dropped his head, pressing kisses to her collarbone, her right breast, stomach and hip before sliding off the bed. She followed him with her eyes, taking in the finely sculpted body, the scars, everything. But her gaze zeroed in on his hands as he unbuckled his belt. Gravity pulled his jeans dangerously low on his hips. He undid the button and eased the zipper down, then jeans, underwear and shoes went in a flurry, leaving him naked at her bedside, wallet in hand.
Damn, but he was beautifully built, right down to the cock jutting toward her.
“Got it.” He held a condom between his fingers.
When had that happened?
She was too focused to care at this point.
He rolled the protection on. Their gazes met, and she noted how much deeper blue his eyes had become. A product of lust?
“Paxton.” She reached out a hand when he didn’t come to her sooner. Was he having second thoughts?
He took it and kissed her palm. “Thought I told you to keep your hands where I put them?”
“Fuck your silly rules. Get over here.”
Paxton climbed onto the bed, straddling her legs. He kissed her knuckles then slid his palm against hers, fingers woven together.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered.
Right now she felt it. It was how he looked at her, these little kisses. They did her in.
He lowered his head and set his mouth against hers in a slow, languid kiss. She defied his rules and reached down to where his erection lay against her hip. She grasped his length, mapping it with her fingers. He nipped her lower lip hard enough she jolted a little.
Paxton rose up over her, gaze narrow. It would have been an intimidating look if it weren’t for the smile.
“You just don’t take orders well, do you?” he asked.
With both hands free now she was able to stroke him better, root to tip. “Nope.”
“You want this dick?”
“I did invite it over to play.”
“Fuck.” He shook his head.
They were both affected. It wasn’t just her here.
Paxton shifted, driving one knee then the other between her thighs, wedging her legs apart. He hooked one arm under her leg, bending and lifting it. She gasped and fought against the urge to cover herself in such an exposed position.
He leaned over her and nuzzled her nose, dropping little kisses on her cheek and chin.
“I want you to come again. Okay?” He wasn’t the least bit shy about his request.
Coco couldn’t answer. Everything in her was wrapped up in anticipation, waiting for him.
He kissed her lips and pressed his hips to hers, his erection sliding along her folds. She shifted, wanting him inside of her but it was the wrong angle.
“Put me inside you.” Once more, his voice was lower, rougher.
Far too eager, she grasped his cock and guided him to her entrance. He pressed into her a little bit then stopped to kiss her with that same, slow purposeful manner as before. Her body loosened, and she felt him ease deeper.
“God damn,” he whispered.
She groaned in response.
“I knew you were tight, but—fuck.” He let his head drop forward.
They watched him withdraw almost completely. She held her breath as he eased back in, rubbing long-ignored nerve endings.
He bent his head to her beast and teased her nipple with his tongue. She moaned and lifted her hips, driving him deeper still. At long last he was fully seated inside of her. She had one leg wrapped around him, her nails digging into his ass. The feeling of fullness, their two bodies coming together, sparked something inside of her.
Paxton relaxed his hold on her leg and pressed her down into the mattress for a long, slow kiss. She curled her limbs around him, wanting to hold on to this forever.
His hips moved, and she saw stars.
Holy sweet mother of—
“Damn,” he groaned and drove into her.
She shuddered with pleasure.
“I need—I’m going to try—”
Coco crushed her mouth to his, silencing him for a moment while her body processed the feel of him.
“Fuck me,” she whispered against his lips.
He pushed up, rising over her. A bit of sweat beaded his brow. His pupils were blown out, so dark in contrast to the blue. And then he moved. She acted on instinct, bracing her hands on the headboard like he’d showed her. The first thrust almost made her arms buckle. There was a tightly controlled power inside of him, and now he shared that with her.
Coco undulated with him, but her mind was awash in pleasure so complete it was hard to do more than feel. He pushed up and watched her.
He’d called her beautiful.
Her.
Coco.
The awkward, introverted girl who liked animals more than people. She was beautiful.
Panton bent his head and kissed her breast, her sternum and throat. It seemed like his mouth was everywhere.
His arm slid under her waist, changing the angle of her hips and pulling her to him with each thrust.
“Oh—God,” she groaned as a new wave of sensation hit her.
She was not going to last much further if he kept this up, that was for damn sure.
Already she could feel the tightening of her abdomen. Her toes curled into the sheets. She let go of the headboard with one hand because she had to touch him.
Coco grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down for a kiss, needing that connection. Deep inside her the pleasure was building. She could feel it coming.
“Pax-Paxton,” she groaned.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered.
She hiked one leg up around his hip and thrust up to meet him, needing just a little more.
He took the hint and drove into her, deeper harder.
Coco lost the ability to breathe. The light seemed to fracture into a million colors and her body pulsed with pleasure. She hadn’t thought she could come again. It was different this time, deeper, as if he’d reached into her soul. She heard him groan words as his motions became jerky, different. She let go and folded her arms around him, hugging him to her as her orgasm milked his cock.
She was spent. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. The day had done her in, and it was ending in the most spectacular of ways.
Paxton’s mouth crashed into hers and he rocked his body against her, holding her so tight it was hard to breathe.
Holy shit. That was far more than she’d bargained for.
The aftershocks went on for what felt like minutes. Paxton continued to kiss her, whispering sweet words while she caught her breath.
Talk about more than she’d bargained for.
Paxton bumped her nose with his. “I don’t want to move.”
“Then don’t.” She hugged him to her, greedy for his touch still.
He grinned against her mouth. “Eventually this is going to get uncomfortable, or I’m going to need a new condom.”
“Fine.” She sighed.
Paxton cupped her cheek. “I said eventually. Not right now.”
Was it too soon to ask him to stay the night? The week? Was she in over her head?
5.
Wednesday. Mlilo Animal Reserve, South Africa.
After two days of travel, Paxton was enjoying lying in a big, comfortable bed. The only thing missing was Coco. He kept his eyes shut, listening to the subtle sounds of her going through her evening routine behind the bathroom door. The minutes stretched on.
Was she stalling? Had he done something?
He sat up and frowned at the door, replaying the last hour in his head. His dick twitched, getting the wrong idea.
Should he go? Was he not reading the signals right?
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