Her pleas and moans fell from her in hitching pants and whimpers. She begged him to stop, to keep going. Told him how good it felt. How incredible it was, he was.
He didn’t pause. Didn’t waver. As much as he wanted to bury himself into the tight sweetest of her pussy, he wanted to make her come first. He wanted to drown in her release as she came on his face.
He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted that. He wanted to hear Ruby come as he feasted on her pleasure.
And she did. As she begged him to fuck her, begged him to be inside her, he licked and sucked her to release. Her cries bounced off the walls. She scraped her nails at his shoulders. Outside, or maybe inside, he couldn’t tell, didn’t care, a dog barked.
Rufus.
The disconnected thought floated through his head, followed by the image of a sandy-coloured dog, followed by an even fainter thought of his cousin and a bachelor party…
He ignored it all, focused instead on Ruby’s pleasure. On intensifying it. Multiplying it.
“Oh God,” she cried out, stunned joy in her voice. “I’m…I’m coming…again. Again! Oh God, I’m coming again…”
A shudder wracked through her. Her thighs quivered either side of his head. She drove her heel into his shoulder. Fresh cream flowed from her pussy. He took it all, his cock an agonizing pole of need, his body on fire.
He licked and lapped and feasted on her release, unrelenting. It wasn’t until she writhed away, a pleasing laugh falling from her, her hands tugging at his hair, did he removed his mouth from her sex.
She lay flat on her back, lips parted, breath shallow and rapid.
“You should see me face down a hungry tiger,” he said with a grin.
She flicked him a glance down the length of her body. “I’m beginning to think I need to.”
He wriggled his eyebrows. “Told you I was Sir Oh My God You’re Incredible.”
She laughed. And then, once again, planted her foot on his chest and shoved. “On your back, Sir Stating the Bleeding Obvious. We’re not done yet.”
Before he could ask what she meant, she pushed his thighs wide, positioned herself on her knees between them and took his cock in her mouth.
Swirling stars of pleasure detonated behind Addison’s eyes. He sucked in a swift breath, a groan tearing from him. She worked his shaft, up and down, licking and nipping his flesh with her teeth, sucking one testicle into her mouth with gentle force before doing the same with the other.
Raw rapture shot through him. Sheared into his soul. Pierced it. He moaned, clawing at the rug.
And then she moved her mouth lower, closer to his back passage, and Addison’s world imploded. Every time she stroked her tongue over his perineum, every time she pressed her finger at his anus, bone-shaking shudders of lust and need possessed him. She played his body to perfection, bringing him to the brink of orgasm often, only to withdraw her mouth from his groin and tease his lips with her breasts, her nipples.
She was a master, a mistress, a goddess. He surrendered to it. Died in the pleasure she wrought upon him. When he didn’t think he could take any more, when he knew he was about to erupt, his cock deep in her throat, her tongue massaging his balls, she withdrew up his length. Sucked the very tip and then straightened to her feet.
“Lord love a sodding duck, babe,” he rasped. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He reached for her, his fingers skimming her ankle as she stepped over him.
“I think it’s time we ventured to the bedroom, sir knight,” she said over her shoulder as she walked away from him.
Addison almost came at the sight of her gorgeous arse and hips swaying.
Almost.
He saved himself the embarrassment by scrambling to his feet and chasing after her.
She let out a squeal and ran. He caught her at the door to her bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her waist, threw her over his shoulder and tossed her to the bed. He joined her there, covering her body with his, threading his fingers through hers.
“What now, fair lady?” he murmured, rolling his hips until the tip of his cock nudged at her spread folds.
She stared up at him. “Casey. My name is Casey.
His heart thumped fast in his chest at her real name. “What now, Casey?” he asked, desperate to play it cool. Suavely relaxed. It was sodding tricky, given how completely intoxicated he was with her.
She smiled. “You fuck me,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “No.”
Confusion filled her beautiful eyes. “No?”
He shook his head again. “I make love to you.”
She drew in a slow breath.
“With or without a condom?” he asked. He was clean. And every fibre in his body told him Casey was as well. And he wanted more than life to feel her slick muscles slide over his length. His sodding heart ached with the want.
She gazed up at him. Licked her lips. “Will I regret it if I say without?”
Euphoric joy rushed through him. “Never.”
“Without,” she whispered.
He thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in her tight perfection.
“Yes!” she called, clawing her nails across his back and shoulders.
She surrounded him, tight and hot and wet. So wet and slick. Her sex gripped his length, a sucking pressure beyond sublime. He groaned, staring down into her eyes, wanting to see her soul in their blue depths as he made love to her. Wanting to connect with her, needing to connect—not just in the physical and the sexual, but in every way possible. She gazed up at him, her breath matching his, her hips rolling with his thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with his.
“Casey,” he ground out, the sound of her name—her real name—as arousing as the tight heat of her pussy around his cock, as exquisite as the toned lushness of her body beneath his.
There were no other words, just her name.
“Casey.”
He dragged his hand down her chest, over her breast, her ribcage. He smoothed it over her hip, her butt to the back of her thigh, moving inside her the whole time. She arched, lips parted and raised her knee to his side. He followed her wonderful lead, driving deeper into her with quickening strokes as he hooked his fingers into the back of her knee, pulling her into his thrusts.
She whimpered, the soft sound fraying his control. He wouldn’t last much longer. How he’d lasted this long, when she was so amazing, so incredible, so…so right was beyond him.
He withdrew the tip of his cock, her pussy lips sliding over his flesh to his very rim.
“Oh God, Addison,” she panted. “That’s…so…so good. So good.”
He plunged back inside her, deeper, faster.
She cried out, scoring her nails across his flesh. Pain laced the intense pleasure ruling him and he groaned, nipping at her bottom lip. She tangled her fingers in his hair and demanded his tongue. He gave it, swiping it into her mouth, hungry for her taste and frenzied passion. He was going to come soon. Nothing could stop that. The base of his spine tingled with searing tension. The soles of his feet did the same. His balls were growing heavier, closer to his body with every second Casey’s heat and scent and softness consumed him. He was going to erupt like a fucking geyser any moment now. Nothing was going to stop him coming. Being inside Casey, being with Casey was too good, too good. Lord love a sodding duck, it was too, too good. He could think of the Queen, Prince Charles, Camilla, hell, he could picture the entire royal family starkers in an attempt to stay off the inevitable, but it would be all for naught.
“Oh yeah…” She gasped, her feminine walls squeezing his cock in increasing pressure. “So…so…close…so…close…”
She writhed beneath him, her eyes ablaze with raw desire, her breath shallow, rapid. “Oh…oh, Addison…there…I’m almost…almost there.”
His hips bucked of their own accord, faster, faster. Liquid fire shot through his core. Sheared through his groin. He held her, the fingers of one hand digging i
nto the back of her thigh, his other hand curled around her shoulder, his stare locked on hers as he filled her, pumped into her.
Possessed her. And surrendered to her.
Wholly and completely.
“Oh God, Addison,” she cried, eyes shutting, body tensing. “I’m…I’m…oh God…I’m…”
“Casey,” he rasped, fresh fire licking through his lower body. “Casey, I’m going to come. I’m going to…”
“Yes!” she cried, slamming her hips up to his. Her pussy contracted around his shaft just as his seed surged from his body in a molten eruption.
She moaned his name, clawed at his shoulders, tossed her head from side-to-side and milked his cock of his release.
A release that never seemed to end. A climax that ended all too quickly.
A lifetime later, with her moaning his name, her cheeks flushed, her sex pulsing around his erection, he slumped onto her body, strength deserting him. He covered her, nuzzling the curve of her neck, his breath ragged.
Another lifetime later, with the constricting pulses of her pussy on his spent cock fading, she trailed her fingers up his back. “Can I just say,” she murmured. “You really are Sir Oh My God You’re Incredible.”
He lifted his head and studied her, the sated joy in his body and soul growing warm at the undeniable satisfaction in her face. “And you haven’t even tried my eggs yet.”
She chuckled. “You keep going on about these scrambled eggs. They better be worth it.”
Addison’s breath caught in his throat. Was she asking him to stay? For the night? How could he when he was meant to be at his cousin’s bachelor party?
And yet how could he possibly leave her when she moved him, body and soul, like no other woman he’d ever met had? Ever. “They are,” he answered.
A soft frown pulled at Casey’s eyebrows. Addison knew his lame and far-from-witty response to her jest was the cause. Her gaze roamed his face, his eyes, as if—once more—she was seeking answers there.
Finally, a long moment of silence later, she tapped him on the back and wriggled free from his weight. She climbed to her feet, her movements stiff. “I’m going to have a shower.”
He straightened to his own feet, swiping his hands on his bare thighs. A churned knot twisted in his gut. A heavy pressure wrapped his chest. “Do you want me to go?”
The smile that curled her lips was small. There was no hint of her dimple at all. “I think it’s for the best, yes?” She looked away, maybe searching for her clothes. Addison didn’t know. All he knew was something had happened to their connection. Something…wrong. “After all, sir knight, we both knew this was just a one-night stand.” Regret flicked across her face, there and gone in a heartbeat. “Thank you for driving me home, Addison. It was…better than a fairytale.”
He watched her turn away from him. Watched her begin to walk away.
No.
No, he wasn’t letting this happen. He wasn’t letting her go. Not yet. There wasn’t a hope in sodding hell this was just a one-night stand. He didn’t know what it was—something amazing, something incredible, maybe even important, but it wasn’t just a one-night stand. He realized that now, and he was going to make her realize it as well.
“Hey,” he called at her back. “Ruby.”
She stopped and twisted a look at him over her shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Remember when I said I was a brilliant conversationalist?”
Her head dipped in a slight nod.
“Any chance you’d like to test that claim?”
She licked her lips. “How?”
He let his lips curl in a slow grin. “There are still a few hours to sunrise. Why don’t I explain it to you while we wait.”
She studied him, a playful light flickering to life in her eyes. “And then what?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Then I make us some scrambled eggs.”
“And after that?”
“After that? Hmmm, did I happen to mention I am the best veterinarian’s assistant on the planet? And that no one sterilizes butt thermometers like me?”
The dimple creased in her cheek and she turned to face him, gloriously, unabashedly naked. “You didn’t mention that, no.”
He grinned, walking toward her, his heart fast, his body alive. “Fair lady, we’ve got a lot of talking to do.”
The End
Sunset Heat
Luke Beasley dropped onto his suite’s plush white leather sofa, dumped his feet on the glass coffee table before him, dragged his hands through his hair and let out a ragged breath. Damn, who would have thought being a best man was so bloody tiring? He closed his eyes and rolled his neck, willing the tension in his muscles to ebb away. The last time he’d been so buggered he’d spent over forty-eight hours fighting a house fire: the very house fire that almost claimed the groom’s life, come to think of it. Good thing for Rogers Luke had been around, or the guy wouldn’t be getting married in two days’ time.
Better remind him of that fact when he finally gets his arse on the island. That and point out just how much effort you’re putting into organizing his buck’s night. Guilt him into a beer or two at the Oasis Bar before the fun begins.
Luke let out a low chuckle. It was a sound plan, if a somewhat devious one. Aidan Rogers had saved Luke’s arse more than once at a fire scene, so it was probably high time Luke saved Aidan’s. And as for organizing the buck’s night….well, the Bandicoot Cove Resort’s social manager was so damn efficient, all the hard work had already been done. Food for the night? Check. Music for the night? Check. Drinks for the night? Check. Entertainment for the night? Check, check and check.
All pretty much taken care of, thanks to one vivacious bundle of efficiency wrapped up in the social manager’s uniform. All Luke really had to do was select which exotic dancer would spin around the pole in the middle of Bar Evoke’s dance floor come midnight.
Okay, if he had to be honest, being tired had little to do with organizing Aidan’s buck’s night and everything to do with the gorgeous beach just outside his door, the stunning pool just around the corner from his door and the maniacal Brit currently showering in the suite’s opulent bathroom.
Luke let out a wry snort. If he’d known his cousin was going to be his “plus one” to Aidan and Mack’s wedding when he’d received the invitation, he’d have started training for this weekend six months ago. It wasn’t until the man launched himself full tilt into the surf at Luke’s hometown, Newcastle, three hours after arriving from England that Luke remembered just how bloody fit his cousin was. And how competitive.
Fun, though. Lots of fun. Another reason you’re so exhausted. Tell me, Luke, just how did he con you into participating in a dance-off last night? And when was the last time you spent five hours plus doing little but the Macarena, the Nut Bush, the Time Warp and the Chicken Dance?
Luke chuckled again. Never. Of course, neither had Addison Ellis Lancaster, but that hadn’t stopped either of them. When it came to competing, the award-winning wildlife cinematographer from London was an all-or-nothing player, even in something as ludicrous as a dance-off. God help them both if they ever lived in the same country. They’d both be dead from competition overdrive.
“Head’s up, convict,” a deep voice called, a second before a damp towel whacked into the back of Luke’s head.
Luke pulled a face, unwrapped the length of thick cotton from around his neck and tossed it back to his cousin. “Will you bloody well stop calling me convict? You damn well know my ancestors didn’t come over on the First Fleet.”
The man grinned at him, his brilliantly white teeth flashing in the room’s early morning sunlight. He rounded the sofa and flopped his six-foot-two lanky frame onto it. “Says you. Just ’cause your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather’s cousin doesn’t mean he wasn’t a criminal deported for his crimes.”
Luke shook his head. “You’re an idiot. Tell me again why I brought you to this event when I could
have brought any one of a bevy of beautiful women from back home instead?”
“Because I’m blood, Luke. I’m blood. And blood is thicker than a bevy of beautiful women’s water any day.”
“True that may be, but apart from that statement sounding just plain wrong, blood isn’t getting me laid tonight.”
Addison raised eyebrows as dark as his hair—which was black and thick and glossy. “Is that all you Australians ever think about? Sex?”
Luke laughed. “Don’t play the offended gentleman with me, Ado. It’s all you Poms think about as well. If I remember correctly, the only reason you became a wildlife cinematographer was to, and I quote, ‘impress the ladies with my far-from-humdrum career’. How many times have you scored since arriving in Australia a week ago with the line, ‘I photograph wild lions for a living. What do you do?’”
Addison tipped his head, acknowledging the compliment Luke had apparently given. “Many times, old bean. Many times. Probably as many times as you’ve used the line, ‘I’m a firefighter. Check out my big muscles.’”
Luke grinned. Okay, his cousin had him on that one. When it came to picking up, being a firefighter pretty much was a dream job.
“So, convict—” Addison crossed his ankles on the coffee table and threaded his fingers behind his head, his dark blue eyes glinting with mischief, “—we’ve swum, we’ve snorkeled and we’ve chatted up the waitresses, and it’s only ten a.m. What’s the plan for the rest of today?”
Luke scratched at his stomach, the memory of the little cutie who served them breakfast not an hour ago stirring pleasant sensations in his groin. She was quite lovely and completely charmed by them both. Maybe they could head back to the bistro for some coffee before Luke headed to the island’s main dock? A quick flirt before Aidan arrived by seaplane?
He shot his cousin a sideward glance. “Fancy some coffee at the place we had breakfast?”
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