Afternoon Rhapsody: Bandicoot Cove 2

by Jess Dee

  On the other hand, she was the woman he’d spent the last four months thinking about. The woman he’d tried to forget but couldn’t. The woman he’d seriously considered travelling back to the U.S. to find. If for no other reason than to ask her out on a date to see if the future he couldn’t help but ponder, a future with her, his one-night stand, was remotely possible. She was that woman as well, and did he want to share that woman with his cousin? As carnal and arousing as the thought of making love to her was, did he want to do it at the same time as Addison? The consummate British rake?

  “Think what, Kennedy?” Addison asked again. Like Kennedy, his accent was more pronounced. It was as if both their core beings had somehow been amplified by the tension of the moment. Luke wondered if he opened his mouth now would he sound like the stereotypical Aussie? Or would he sound like what he was: a man more turned on and conflicted than he’d ever been before?

  And would Kennedy hear that conflict and choose to go with the poised confidence of his British cousin?

  No. You can’t lose her. Not until you’ve lost yourself in her heat, her passion again. Not until you know if she is…if she feels the same connection you do.

  “Threesome.”

  The single word fell from his lips, low, almost guttural, and the moment it did, raw, concentrated lust surged through him. Primitive and elemental. Kennedy’s lips parted. Her breasts lifted as she pulled in a swift breath. She held his stare with her own, the blush in her cheeks growing deeper. “Yes,” she said, her voice husky. “A threesome. I want…” She paused, swallowed, her breasts rising and falling again as she sucked in another breath. “I want to be made love to by both of you. At the same time.”

  Fresh lust poured through Luke at her confession. He drove his nails into his palms, undone by the tumultuous tension wreaking havoc on his body and mind.

  He wanted to claim her. Christ, he wanted to make her scream his name in pleasure like he had in New York, and for some God-alone-known reason, the thought of doing so while Addison shared the lush perfection of her body only made his cock throb harder. Just as it made his head spin and his gut churn.

  He’d never been so confused. Or horny.

  To his left, Addison cleared his throat. “I think we can accommodate your desires.”

  The agreement—so formal and proper—made Luke’s balls ache. Here they were, standing in broad daylight on a public jetty, talking about doing what just about every hot-blooded man in the world wanted to do: fuck, and Addison sounded like he was agreeing to a game of chess.

  Luke shot his cousin a quick look and bit back a groan.

  Raw arousal burned in Addison’s eyes. Etched his face. And something else. Something…more.

  “I am interested in Kennedy.”

  Addison’s words played over Luke’s fraying control, their deeper significance only now, as Luke saw the unabashed desire in Addison’s face, sinking in. Addison wasn’t just interested in her sexually, which should have made Luke furious. Instead, it made him…

  What?

  He didn’t know.

  He wouldn’t let himself ponder it. He was responsible for what was about to happen. He’d uttered the word threesome, he’d given voice to the fantasy and in doing so given them all permission to succumb to their desire. He’d done that with a word and now he had to live with the consequences, whatever they may be.

  God help him if it was more than his stupid, foolish heart could handle.

  He turned back to Kennedy, and, determined to surrender to the undeniable sexual tension of the moment, he did exactly what he’d wanted to do the second she’d surprised them on the very public jetty.

  Crossing the small space between them, he threaded his fingers through the thick curtain of her hair at the back of her neck, framed her jaw with his thumbs, tilted her head back and crushed her mouth with his.

  A new lover, an old flame, sultry moonlit nights. Why let inhibitions stand in the way?

  Moonlight Mirage

  © 2012 Sami Lee

  Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 3

  Two years ago, Hayley Bryant left Australia on a round-the-world odyssey that changed her life, and her attitude. After that, coming face to face with the man whose rejection sent her packing shouldn’t affect her at all, right?

  Except there’s one thing that hasn’t changed—her former boss Mitchell Wood makes her burn as hot as ever. The difference is, Hayley’s now a grown woman who knows how to get what she wants, and she wants Mitch. Trouble is, she hasn’t come to her friend’s wedding alone. Her very sexy friend with benefits, Ty Butler, might pose a problem.

  Business was always Mitch’s first love…at least until he hired his little sister’s friend as an intern. Pushing her away was the right thing to do, but now his sister’s wedding has Hayley re-entering his life—and the empty place in his heart. Soon he’s acting less like the consummate workaholic and more like a man crazy in love. But Hayley’s “plus one” is an unexpected obstacle.

  Fortunately, Mitch has never been one to shy away from a little competition…

  Warning: Bilby Island’s sensual spell strikes again. Book contains hot lovin’ made in beautiful tropical surrounds, some exhibitionism, voyeurism and bondage. Best read with a margarita in hand and the fan switched to high.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Moonlight Mirage:

  “Are you calm?”

  In a strange way, he was. Even with the force of his sexual needs coursing through him, the sense of urgency had faded to the background. Not fighting the inevitable was freeing. He wanted Hayley more than he’d ever wanted another woman, and admitting the truth of it was more calming than he ever would have expected. “Yes.”

  “Are you here, in this moment with me?”

  His answer was the absolute truth. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

  At last, Hayley took her hands away from his face. “Open your eyes.”

  The brightness caused Mitch to flinch as he raised his eyelids. The muted colors of predawn had disappeared. What replaced them were brilliant rays of light in every conceivable hue from bright fuchsia to flaming orange to deepest magenta.

  Mitch regularly rose at dawn. He’d seen sunrises before. But this explosion of color was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Was it because of the location or the woman standing beside him?

  Or was it simply that he had never really looked before?

  “Isn’t it beautiful?”

  Mitch stared at the view before him, not turning his head to look at Hayley. He was afraid to. If the sky took his breath completely away, he was pretty sure his lungs would collapse if he saw Hayley bathed in all that glorious light. Unable to speak, he merely nodded.

  “This is what I wanted you to see,” she said. “The start of a brand-new day when everything is untouched until this amazing kaleidoscope of color washes over it, like painting on a blank canvas. When you truly experience the sunrise, you have to believe anything is possible.”

  Was she right? Could anything happen? Could Hayley forgive him for being a blind asshole, for not knowing what he was rejecting when he pushed her away? Could a woman like Hayley Bryant ever really want a boring, stuffed-shirt workaholic like Mitch Wood?

  “Mitch?”

  Mitch took a deep breath, filling his lungs in case it was the last time he’d be able to do it for a while, and turned to look at her. His chest seized, his heart stopped. The slightest of breezes lifted the curled strands of her hair, causing them to float around her face. The golden tresses were shot through with intense orange, making it look like a halo had formed around her. But she was more beautiful than any angel heaven could produce. She was a woman, and she was real, and she stood right before him with the look of wonder and awe on her face reflecting everything that was going on inside him.

  For a long time she held his gaze, saying nothing as the sky changed colors around them. Then her gaze lowered, trailing over his face until finally landing on his lips. It was all
the invitation Mitch required. Without a word, he stepped toward her and brought his hands up to cup her face. Then he dipped his head.

  He wouldn’t have thought it possible for someone to taste like the sunrise, but Hayley did. She was beautiful and golden, and she enveloped him in glorious warmth. He let their lips meld in their own way, not trying to drive the kiss, using no technique whatsoever. The kiss turned brighter and hotter and more vivid until Mitch felt infused with the heat and life that was Hayley.

  Utterly lost, Mitch wasn’t even aware of taking her down to the sand. One minute he stood with his arms wrapped tight around her, the next they were horizontal. Writhing beneath him, Hayley drove her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. His fingers found their way beneath the hem of her top, trailing over the smooth flatness of her stomach. It wasn’t enough, so he shoved the garment upward, exposing Hayley’s breast to the gentle morning breeze. He cupped the soft mound and squeezed.

  Into his mouth, Hayley gasped. Beneath him, her body arched, her back coming off the sand as she sought a more complete touch. Mitch granted her wish, using his thumb to graze her pebbled peak. It blossomed under his ministrations, growing ripe and plump and all too tempting. Breaking free of Hayley’s ravishing mouth, Mitch trailed his lips downward, over her collarbone and shoulder. He kissed around the puckered flesh, narrowly avoiding the sensitive point that silently begged for his attention.

  Hayley’s grip on his head started to pinch as she tightened her hold. “Mitch, please.”

  Lust surged through his veins. Goddamn, that was what he wanted to hear. Hayley desperate for his touch, begging him for it. “Ask again.”

  “Oh, God. Just put me out of my misery.”

  “Ask, damn it.”

  She gasped at his rough delivery, but when Mitch stared into her eyes he saw no discomfort or revulsion. All he saw was molten heat. Watching him, Hayley very deliberately circled her lips with her tongue. Mitch almost burst the seams of his shorts. Then she rasped, “Please,” and all Mitch could hear was that throaty request and the roaring of his blood in his ears.

  Not breaking eye contact, Mitch lowered his head and enclosed her nipple with his mouth, taking it in one long, slow suck. Crying out, Hayley curved her spine, thrusting her eager flesh deeper into him. Mitch rolled the distended peak against his tongue until Hayley said his name over and over again, punctuating it with breathy little pleas that drove him insane.

  When he lifted his head, Hayley’s hoarse protest delighted him. Mitch gazed down at her and was awed by the sight she presented. Her golden hair was tousled, the strands splayed across the sand like sunrays. Her green eyes glittered as bright as gems as they stared back at him. Her magnificent breasts trembled with the force of her ragged breaths, and her skin was flushed pink with arousal.

  She was exquisite. The very thought that another man had seen her like this sliced him open, ruining the perfect beauty of the moment. Unprepared for the pain of it, Mitch defended himself in the only way he knew how—attack, contain, control.

  “How can you let him touch you when you respond this way to me?” he growled. “You’re mine, Hayley. Promise me he’ll never lay a hand on you again, and I’ll make you scream for me. Right here. Right now.”

  Afternoon Rhapsody

  Jess Dee

  A second chance at love is worth fighting for.

  Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 1

  Bianca Rogers is one signature away from finalizing her divorce. And she will finalize it just as soon as she gets home. But for this weekend, she’s putting her troubles aside and enjoying the gorgeous, sunlit luxury of Bandicoot Cove, the resort where her brother is getting married. The last thing she expects is to be knocked off her feet—literally—by gorgeous Brody Evans.

  The fireworks are instantaneous. Brody is just her type: sexy, warm, friendly, and in the same boat as her: in the process of getting a divorce.

  Spending time together is a mutual no-brainer. Attraction quickly grows to full-blown lust. But flying sparks come with increasingly personal conversations, and soon neither of them can ignore their past mistakes or the circumstances that have led them to the island.

  Now it’s time to determine whether old hurts and sudden doubts will prevent love from leading them to a whole new happily ever after.

  Warning: If you don’t believe in second chances, never thought it was possible to fall in love again and aren’t interested in scrumptious, hot love scenes, then this story probably isn’t for you. You’d be missing out – big time – but yeah...it’s probably not for you.

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  Afternoon Rhapsody

  Copyright © 2012 by Jess Dee

  ISBN: 978-1-61921-106-3

  Edited by Jennifer Miller

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  With Thanks

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  About the Author

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