Private Pleasure (Sun Stroked Book 3)

by Cathryn Fox

  Once they were inside he set her on her feet and sprayed water on the hot rocks to create steam. As the humidity rose, the warm, aromatic scent of cedar drenched the room. Cody turned his full attention to Abby. The soft sconce lighting allowed him to take in the warmth in her eyes, her sensual smile and her beautiful, voluptuous contours. Christ, he really had no idea the sauna could be so seductive. His guts twisted and his cock throbbed to the point of pain.

  “Does it hurt?” she asked.

  “Does what hurt?”

  When her glance strayed to his cock, he threw his head back and groaned out loud. “Abby, I swear you’re going to be the death of me.”

  She moved toward him so he could see the moisture pebbling on her flesh, begging to be licked clean. She dragged her finger down his chest until she reached the bulge in his pants. “I was just thinking if it hurt, then maybe I could kiss it better.” The way she was looking at him nearly stopped his heart. Despite everything urging him to run the other way, he couldn’t.

  He wanted this. And never before had he ever wanted anything this much. Cody dragged her into his embrace. He needed her in a way that scared the shit out of him. When she became pliable in his arms, his lips found hers for the first time. They kissed long and deep.

  Even though he’d been between her legs, licking her most private parts, this kiss felt far more intimate than anything he’d ever known.

  Their tongues joined and tangled. She moaned, drew his tongue deeper into her mouth and sucked like she couldn’t get enough. He echoed the sentiments. Everything about the way their mouths came together turned him inside out. Cody began pillaging her mouth with his tongue until tremors rippled across her skin.

  He slipped his arms around her back. With a slight shift, he drove his hard cock into her in a thrust that allowed his thickness to indent her abdomen. The action would tell her in no uncertain terms what she did to him. She thrust her pelvis forward, urging him on.

  He brushed her wet hair back and began trembling. He broke the kiss before it obliterated all his control. He inched back and said, “You are so beautiful, Abby.” He took a breath and filled his lungs with her sweet, feminine scent. His hands skimmed her curves. “Your body makes me so fucking wild. I want to kiss every inch of your skin. I want to spread your pussy with my tongue and drink your sweetness. I want to put my fingers and cock deep inside you and make you come for me, again and again. I want to pleasure you like you’ve never been pleasured before.”

  She moaned in acquiescence, her body spasming with need.

  “Will you come for me, Abby? Will you do that for me?” Beneath her wet bikini top he could feel her nipples tighten with arousal.

  “Again, and again,” she murmured, impatience lacing her voice. She offered herself to him so openly, so honestly, that a rush of tenderness overcame him and nearly knocked him off his feet.

  “Cody,” she murmured. Her gaze was dark, full of urgent need.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  Shifting her stance, she widened her legs and rubbed up against him. Bold, aggressive eyes met his. “I want you to remove my bathing suit and kiss every inch of my body,” she demanded. “Then I want you to tease your cock between my legs and fuck me with wild abandon until you reduce me to a quivering mass of contentment.”

  Seeing her so aroused, and knowing he was right there along with her, prompted him into immediate action. “My pleasure,” he said, desperately needing to get her naked and writhing beneath him before he lost all ability to think rationally.

  Cody slipped his hands behind her back and untied her top. The thin scrap of material fell to the floor, forgotten. He drew a sharp breath when his gaze settled on her supple breasts. His body registered every delicious detail. He dropped to his knees and shimmied close to her. He gripped the bands of her bikini.

  “Wiggle for me, Abby.”

  As she wiggled her hips, he pulled her wet bathing suit down to her ankles. Hunger consumed him at the sight of her standing completely naked, her blond curls damp from her cream. Her body called out to him in seductive ways, ways that made him wild. He brushed her inner thighs with the backs of his hands, feeling her wetness, thrilled that he’d made her this way.

  He moved his mouth to her breasts, taking one beautiful nipple between his lips. Abby arched her back and plowed her fingers through his hair. He brushed his tongue over her breast, teasing her swollen nub. She let out a wild cry and pressed harder against him. Growling in delight, Cody turned his attention to her other breast. He brushed his lips over her nipple and tweaked it between his fingers.

  He moved one hand between her thighs and felt her creamy desire. He pushed a finger into her warm, wet pussy. She was so goddamn slick he nearly lost it then and there. As pleasure swamped him, he cursed under his breath and exhaled a slow, controlled breath.

  He slid his finger in and out of her and watched the way her eyes rolled in ecstasy. “Does that feel good, Abby?” he breathed into her mouth. He pushed another finger inside for a snug fit. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?” Her purr resonated through him and her clenching muscles answered his question. Needing to taste her, he buried his face in her sex, ravishing her with his tongue until she came in his mouth.

  “Ohmigod,” she whimpered as her body quivered all over.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, lapping up every delicious drop of her liquid desire.

  Breathing hard, he stood and pulled her to him. His mouth found hers for a deep, wet kiss, and she moaned when she tasted her creamy essence on his tongue. She sagged against his body and Cody pushed her damp bangs from her forehead. Hot and sweaty from the steamy heat, their bodies melted together as one.

  She ripped at his shirt. Her hands drove him wild as they raced over his body. Lost in the sensual haze, he stepped back and tore his clothes off, desperate to answer the pull in his groin.

  “Jesus Christ, Abby. I don’t have any protection.”

  He was in dire need here, in the middle of a goddamn crisis and didn’t have any condoms.

  “My beach bag. Hurry.”

  Thank God.

  Cody quickly rooted through her bag until he found a condom. He wasted no time sheathing himself and gathered her into his arms for a heated kiss. Then, taking her by surprise, he spun her around and bent her over the bench, pressing her breasts into the cedar slats. At first she gasped at his roughness, and then she tipped her ass up, offering herself to him.

  “Please fuck me, Cody.” He heard the raw ache of lust in her voice.

  A low growl of longing rose from his throat. Unable to help himself, or slow himself down, he widened her sex lips and plunged into her, so hard, and so deep that he drove her into the cedar slats. Then suddenly, as her heat closed around him, he stood stock still, afraid to move, afraid to breathe, afraid of losing it.

  He sucked in a sharp breath at the thought of what might happen next. Oh, Jesus, what the hell had he gotten himself into?

  “Abby,” he whispered. He was so damn close to losing himself in her.

  Thunder overhead shook the walls and caused the lights to flicker. As the weather raged outside, inside Cody was facing his own storm. He closed his eyes in distress, calculating his next move.

  Abby’s sweet pussy tightened around his dick, tormenting him to new heights. She glanced at him over her shoulder and angled her body. Her hips began moving, pushing him in and out. In and out. Christ, she was so hot, so tight, so slick.

  So damn perfect.

  Their sweet union felt more emotional than physical, and the sudden swell of emotions terrified the hell out of him. Truthfully, he needed this to end, almost as much as he needed it to go on.

  “Cody,” she murmured, as though reading his distress. The warmth in her eyes never failed to affect him. “I want you to let go,” she encouraged. As her words sank in, the longing to do just that ripped a hole in the shield around his heart. “And make wild, passionate love to me,” she urged.

  Her open display of e
motions stirred things up inside him, unlocking the door that kept him safe. Feelings long ago restrained swam to the surface, and he suddenly found himself ruled by emotions. A deep passion that he had absolutely no control over raged through him.

  Ravenous and completely out of control, he unleashed himself on her, unlocking the caged animal, driving his cock into her, slamming her body against the cedar bench, crushing her beneath him.

  “That’s it, Cody.” When he gripped her hips, she reached behind herself to close her hands over his. “Just like that,” she whimpered.

  Through her erotic touch, every emotion he’d ever stifled came rushing to the surface—pain, pleasure, joy and sorrow. But in some strange way, there was a freedom in opening up to her.

  He pumped harder and faster. He’d slow down in a minute. In just one minute. Then he’d gather his control and make it good for her. He knew he was being a selfish prick, taking more than he should, but at the moment he couldn’t seem to help himself.

  “Cody.” Her erotic whimper made him throb. “More. Harder,” she demanded, the pleasure in her voice fueling his need.

  They both began trembling and panting, breathing raggedly. He rode her impossibly harder, slamming into her, giving her everything he had to give. Her muscles contracted and her slick juices poured over his shaft as she came all over him, again and again. Her tremor reverberated through his blood, and the explosion of his senses pushed him over the precipice.

  As her sex tightened and clenched around his cock, he climaxed so hard, he nearly lost consciousness. “Holy fuck,” he bit out, shock waves rocketing through his body.

  After the tremors subsided, he remained inside her, their bodies joined as one, still unable to move.

  “Oh. My. God,” she murmured, breaking the quiet. “Cody, Oh. My. God…” It seemed that was all she could to say.

  Cody laughed. It was a strange reaction, he knew, but none-the-less, he laughed. He laughed long and hard, until Abby joined in. The two of them laughed together, sharing in something private, something special.

  When the laughter finally subsided, he pulled his cock out, removed the condom and dropped to the bench. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, passionately.

  “You’re amazing, Abby.” As he gathered her into his embrace it occurred to him that for the first time in a long time he felt contentment, even peace.

  When her eyes met his, her sweet voice roused him from his wanderings. “Well, my best educated guess is that you really are the devil in disguise,” she teased.

  Cody chuckled, a calmness settling over him. “I think you just bring that out in me.”

  When the lights flickered again, he ran a soothing hand over her flesh. Suddenly the power shut down, plunging them into darkness. Abby snuggled in closer. “Don’t be afraid, Abby.”

  “I’m not afraid.”

  Somehow the way she trusted him readily and completely really got to him, leaving her mark on his soul. He fumbled around in the dark, in search for their clothes. “We’d better get out of here.”

  He heard a rustle, and then Abby flicked on a pen flashlight.

  He grinned. “You’re always ready for every crisis aren’t you?”

  “I’m a planner, what can I say.” He heard the amusement in her voice.

  Once they were both dressed, they slipped from the sauna and made their way outside. Bodies touching, shielding each other from the elements, they trekked back to Abby’s cabana. Cody couldn’t deny there was a new intimacy between them. Nor could he deny that opening himself up to her had helped calm the demons, contrary to what he’d believed. He knew he still had a long way to go, but at least this was a start.

  He glanced at her. When she smiled, it warmed his soul. Curious to know more about her, he asked, “Why are you here, Abby? What brought you to this resort?”

  “My friends talked me into coming. They wanted to live out their deepest desires.”

  “I take it you’re referring to the magic elixir.”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, do you have any deep desires you’d like fulfilled?” he asked.

  “I never used to think so. In fact, I thought the elixir was wasted on me.”

  He sensed she was holding something back, which seemed out of character for her. He was about to ask when she cut him off and asked a question of her own.

  “Do you have any deep desires, Cody?”

  “To get off this island and be left alone,” he said, quick with his usual response.

  “Is that why you spend your time on the mountain, all by yourself, with only your scope?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  “What are you looking for when you’re up there?”

  “Solitude.”

  You can’t find what you’re not looking for.

  As he decrypted Malik’s words, it occurred to him that maybe he wasn’t looking for solitude at all. Maybe he was merely hiding from the real world, and maybe his deepest desire was to feel love, laughter and happiness again. And he couldn’t find it because he wasn’t looking for it.

  And maybe it took the right woman to show him that.

  A jolt of lightning flashed up ahead, startling them both. He tightened his hold on Abby. “We’d better make a run for it.”

  She gave a breathy, intimate laugh that stroked him from head to toe. “That’s not so easy to do with rubbery legs, Cody.”

  He clasped her hand. “Come on. I won’t let you fall.” Together they hustled down the footpath. Less than two minutes later they burst into Abby’s cabana, laughing like silly school kids.

  “Let’s get undressed and get under the covers,” Abby said, peeling her clothes off like they got naked in front of each other every day.

  When they were both under the covers, they snuggled close, talking quietly and touching each other intimately. As the storm raged outside, their lips connected once again, and before he knew it they were making love long into the night, slowly, sensuously, passionately, savoring every soft touch, every delectable kiss, every sweet climax.

  After a quick nap, they made love again and talked until the wee hours of the morning, until the storm died down and the sun was on the horizon. They talked about his job, her job, the past, the present and everything but their futures, because at the moment, he had no idea what his held.

  As the sun burst through the lace curtains, Cody rolled to his side to watch her sleep. A bone-deep warmth coursed through him. She looked very peaceful, angelic and so content. He grinned. Maybe he really had reduced her to a quivering mass of contentment. He dropped a soft kiss onto her mouth and slipped from her bed, not wanting to disturb her sleep.

  “Cody,” she whispered, her soft voice surprising him.

  “Yeah, baby? What is it?”

  “Will I see you later?”

  “I’ll see you.”

  “Yeah, why?” she asked, sounding drowsy, her eyes barely open.

  “Because I’ll be watching…”

  5

  Abby woke to birds chirping and bright sunshine streaming through the lace curtain’s in her room. She stretched out her tired limbs while her thoughts rushed to Cody and all the wonderful, amazing, passionate things they’d done the night before. Every muscle in her body clenched at the memory.

  She turned to her side and spotted her agenda book. Lord, she might be a planner, but she certainly hadn’t planned on the feelings Cody aroused in her.

  She knew they’d connected on a deep level and truthfully, thanks to her taking a chance and veering off her path for once, she’d experienced intimacy and passion with him unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

  So now what? Did she go back and marry Artie now that she knew life had more to offer and that passionate men really did exist. It just took the right woman to bring it out in them? But did that mean she was the right woman for Cody? Or that he’d even want more?

  Confused, and no longer content with her well-mapped-out future, Abby climbed from her bed and mad
e her way to the shower. Even though sleep pulled at her, she had a busy day scheduled and wanted to lie in the sun and sort through matters before it all began.

  After her shower, she pulled on her bikini, grabbed a peach from the fruit bowl on her table and made her way outside. She glanced around, her gaze scanning the jungle, wondering whether Cody was waiting, watching…

  Deciding he was probably asleep, she laid her peach beside her and stretched out on the chaise lounge, needing the quiet time to clarify her thoughts and strategize her next move. As her lids drifted shut, the sound of her cell ringing pulled her from her slumber.

  Artie?

  She jumped from her chair and rushed into her cabana. Breathlessly she said, “Hello.”

  “Good morning.”

  Her heart hammered. The deep masculine voice turned her knees to rubber.

  “Good morning,” she whispered in return. Her thighs clenched with heated memories as his seductive voice played with her libido.

  “How did you get this number?”

  “I have my ways,” he said. A pause, a heavy sigh, and then, “I miss you.”

  As her sex fluttered with need, it occurred to her that Cody was making the call that Artie should have been making.

  “Then maybe you shouldn’t have snuck out this morning.”

  He chuckled. “I can’t wait to hold you again.”

  She clutched the phone tighter, her pulse skyrocketing. A riot of emotions raged inside her. “Cody…”

  “Why don’t you take the phone and go back outside.”

  Her glance shot to her open door. “Cody, are you watching me?”

  “Yeah. I told you I would be.” Arousal edged his voice.

  Abby stepped out into the sunshine and glanced toward the hilltop. “Where are you?”

  Instead of answering, he said, “Go lie back on your chair.”

  She immediately obliged. With a quick decision, she decided right then and there to seize this day, this moment and this man, to temporarily shelve her worries in the far corners of her mind to sort through later.