She ran for the door and flung it open.
“Hi.” The spoon fell from her mouth and struck her bare foot, right on her big toe. Grimacing, she grabbed at her toe, wobbling on one foot. “Goddamn it.”
Baz regarded her, eyes dancing. “I love the way you move.”
“Shut up,” she grumbled. “This was not how this was meant to go.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “How was it meant to go?”
Releasing her foot, she scowled at him. “I was going to tell you it’s too late. You were being a moron, and I don’t have room in my life for morons. In fact, I’m still going to tell you it’s—”
He crossed the threshold in one step and, hands tangling in her hair, silenced her with a kiss.
Her bones melted. She moaned into his mouth, opening to him, meeting his hungry tongue with equal craving. Snagging the front of his shirt, she tore it open. Buttons popped, cotton ripped. She didn’t care. She wanted his chest, his heat under her palms.
He growled his approval, deepening their kiss as he dragged his hands down her back to squeeze her ass.
With another growl, he yanked her harder to him, the long, rigid pole of his erection trapped in his jeans grinding against the curve of her belly. She strained up onto tiptoe, needing to feel his arousal closer to her sex.
He chuckled, tearing his lips from hers. “How ’bout we move this elsewhere?”
Stop stop stop. He’s left you. Twice. Three times. Think about that!
Dragging in a deep breath, she disengaged herself from his arms and shook her head. “Not so quick, kangaroo boy. You broke my heart.”
Okay, that was a bit more dramatic than she’d intended.
His jaw bunched. “I didn’t mean to. But you were right. Back at the pub. The guy who did that, who broke your heart? He’s a dick. And not me.” He grimaced, self-contempt flickering across his face. “Not the me I like being.”
She folded her arms over her breasts and studied him. “So…you think you can make it up to me with more amazing sex?”
His lips twitched. “It’s a start.”
Her stomach fluttered. She shook her head. “Not good enough. Why the sudden turnaround?”
A wobbly sigh burst from him and he ducked his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I had a phone convo with Uncle Lacky. An ear-bashing, to be honest.”
“Ear-bashing?” Damn, she loved the way he spoke, even when she was pissed at him.
His chuckle was wry. “A lecture. Turns out, this whole trip he sent me on wasn’t so much for him, but for me.”
She frowned. “How so?”
He swiped at his mouth and raked his hands through his hair. “You’re right. I was running from my issues. Getting dumped by your parents, knowing they are out there, living their lives without you, simply because they don’t want you in theirs, that you were an inconvenience to them, kinda screws a bloke up. So I’ve spent my life making sure I’ll never be anyone’s inconvenience again. And in the process kinda forgot what it means to be alive.”
“And what does it mean? To be alive?”
“Connection. And while I’ve fought against it my whole bloody life, getting a taste of it…” He chuckled. “You bloody well shook everything up, Hayley Miller.”
She couldn’t help but grin. “Good. I’m glad.”
“Thought you might be.” His lips curled, a small smile tugging at their corners, before his eyes grew distant. “I don’t like being a coward. And I’ve come to realize life is very much what we put into it. So…” He held his arms out from his sides and met her stare. “Here I am. Back here. In your apartment. Saying g’day. Again. And hoping to bloody god I haven’t fucked up whatever this thing is we have by being a gutless wonder. Have I?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Depends.”
He frowned, his Adam’s apple jerking up and down his throat. “On what?”
“Talk Aussie to me.”
“Whoop whoop ‘Stral? Or bogan ‘Strain?”
She smiled. “Surprise me.”
He studied her, his expression unreadable. And then cleared his throat. “G’day, Hayley. I know I come a gutsa and made you madder than a cut snake, but I’m just wonderin’ if there’s any chance a bonza city sheila like you would like to give it a burl with a bloke from the bush for a bit?”
A soft laugh fell from her. “I have no idea what you just said, but yes.”
He took a step towards her, and then stopped. “Sure?”
She nodded. “Let’s start with the amazing sex and see where it goes from there.”
He grinned and closed the distance between them, sliding his arms around her waist. “Grouse.”
“Grouse?”
Mischief danced in his eyes. “An Aussie word I’ve never used in my life. Roughly translated, it means great. Or in this situation, fair suck of the sav, this woman is amazing.”
She laughed. And then tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him.
They both came up for air a few seconds later and gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I want to make love to you, gorgeous,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Make up for being a dick.”
Her heart fluttered. “Fine by me.”
He scooped her up, carried her to the sofa and lowered himself onto it.
She straddled his lap, exploring his chest with her hands, tweaking his small, puckered nipples with her fingers.
His pupils dilated, a choppy breath catching in his throat.
“You like that?”
He nodded, and then groaned as she did it again.
“Remember when you made me come just by sucking on mine?” She traced his nipples with the tips of her index fingers, her heart wild as she watched him react to her touch.
“Fuck, yeah.” He squeezed her hips and rolled his own, grinding his imprisoned cock against her pussy. “Will never forget it.”
She smiled, wriggling on his lap a little. “Do you think I could do the same to you?”
Before he could answer, she bent down and captured his right nipple with her lips.
“Holy shit!” he groaned, fisting a hand in her hair. “That feels…”
She moved her mouth to his left nipple, flicking her tongue over its tip before sucking its pebbled form harder into her mouth.
He groaned again, hand in her hair tighter, hand on her hip the same.
At her folds, his cock twitched, an undeniable response to what she was doing to him.
One nipple and then the other, teasing over and over.
With each bite and suck, his moans grew louder, rawer. His hands grew fiercer. “S-so…so good…” The words tore from him in a strangled breath. “So…too…”
He drove his erection harder to her sex, his words dissolving, his hips bucking.
And then, without warning, he pressed her onto her back on the sofa’s cushions, covering her body with his, and took savage possession of her mouth.
Liquid heat flooded her core. Charged pleasure sheared through her. She arched beneath him, clawing at his back. It was as incredible as yesterday. No, more so.
She should be stopping him. She should be laying down some ground rules. So much for being calmly indifferent.
She should—
His lips traveled up to her temple as he cupped the side of her face with one hand. “Will you forgive me?”
“For?” she whispered.
“Wanting you so much I behaved like a wanker?”
A soft chuckle slipped from her. “That is the weirdest compliment I’ve ever had. And the best explanation for crappy behavior.”
He lifted his head and looked down at her. “It was crappy. I’m sorry.”
She licked her lips, heart thumping fast in her throat. “Can I ask a question?”
He nodded.
“How long you planning on staying?”
His jaw bunched as he swallowed. “How long do you want me to stay?”
She searched his eyes, her throat thick. �
�Can I tell you tomorrow?”
“Alright.”
“Or maybe the next day?”
“Alright.”
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips, locking her ankles at the small of his back. “Or the day after that?”
“Day after that is doable.”
Gazing up into his eyes, she pressed her pussy to the hard ridge of his cock. “Day after that might be more likely.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Her heart beat faster. She licked her lips. “See? Now that’s the kind of answer I like to hear.”
He chuckled. “Did I ever tell you that you have the sexiest fucking eyes on the planet?”
“No. But then, we’ve only known each other for less than twenty-four hours.”
“True.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. “Remind me to tell you in twenty years or so, okay?”
“Planning to still be here then?”
“Yep.”
She squeezed her legs, drawing his groin closer to hers. “Can you promise me mind-blowing orgasms daily?”
“I’ll do my best. So, at least twenty more years of this? Give or take a few days?”
Grinning, she tangled a fist in his hair and drew his head closer to her. “Crikey, mate,” she murmured. “Hell yeah.”
He laughed. “That is the worst Australian accent I’ve ever heard.”
“Bite me,” she laughed.
“With pleasure.”
And he stripped her naked and proceeded to do just that.
Twenty more years of this?
Best rebound of her life.
The End
About the Author
Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear, or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once. When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, an indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Contact Lexxie at [email protected], follow her on Twitter twitter.com/lexxie_couper or visit her at www.lexxiecouper.com where she occasionally makes a fool of herself on her blog.
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