“Your life sounds so interesting.”
He grunted with a shrug. “You’re just saying that because you haven’t lived it. Give it a try, and I bet you’d say something else.” He looked at her again and cleared his throat. “Bloody commercials.” He reached out and switched the radio station again.
Hayleigh’s teeth caught her lower lip. She’d give anything to see his station. Experience the outback for a single moment. To have a memory of his home to treasure.
But traveling to the outback was impossible, so she remained silent.
Sheryl Crow started up. Hayleigh sang alone while Cohen drove.
The rest of the ride passed quickly and just as peacefully. She’d never been quite so comfortable with a man before. Her heart kicked up at how comfortable. Odd, how sometimes people clicked.
Too bad she and Cohen lived worlds apart.
She straightened when Cohen pulled the truck into a parking spot. Knocking her shoes into the right position, she scooted up a bit. She wiggled her feet into her sandals.
Her heart raced at the thought of being locked inside the hotel room. Wild sensations curled low in her belly as she imagined being held in his arms after hours of making love. She wished for someway she could be in his arms forever.
How was it possible to have these feelings for a man she’d only known for one night? It had been only one night, and this was going to be only a few days. She had to remember that, had to make the most of this time.
Like a gentleman, Cohen helped her out of the truck.
Fingers entwined with hers, he walked her to her room. She opened the door and urged him inside with a tug on his hand.
With a flick of her fingers, she clicked the light on to bathe the entrance of the room with dim light. They shared a deep kiss before the door clicked closed. His tongue was rough against hers. The arousal burst to life, simmered, turning hotter with each caress. Molten heat pooled at her sex. She pressed along his hard body.
Tongues teased as pleasure strummed in her clit.
Reluctantly, she eased the kiss. “Wanna shower?”
“Lead on.” He released her hips to yank his t-shirt off.
In the bathroom she stopped to follow suit. She pulled her shirt off to let it drop to the floor. With his hot gaze on her, she shimmied out of her jeans.
For a moment she admired his perfect form. He had a hard, muscular body. Toned. Buff. Not overly muscular. Her gaze lingered on his cock. Well, his cock definitely presented itself.
Hayleigh adjusted the water before stepping over the side of the bathtub. So many firsts with Cohen. Her first one-night stand. Her first fling. Her first love. No, Hayleigh, don’t go there. Think of what can be shared. Keep it physical. Her first shared shower. Sex on the beach…that’s better. She planned for one more first this night.
They shared the water to wash one another. She moaned as his fingers scrubbed her scalp, worked lather into her hair. The sensation felt so good that her nipples tingled. She took as much time on his cock and butt as he did on her thighs and sex. His fingers delved between her swollen folds a time or two on the rinse.
She whimpered. His lips trailed kisses on her shoulder. When she tilted her head, his mouth caressed her neck.
Cohen’s fingers ran down her stomach to flick her clit.
“Bed…” She moaned. “Let’s go to bed.”
He turned the water off and dried her. Hayleigh savored his undivided attention. She returned the favor, paying particular attention to his cock.
On the way from the bathroom, she grabbed a special lube she’d purchased…just in case. Settling onto the bed, she listened to him pee, and the toilet flush.
Muscles tensed in his body as he walked toward the bed. She flipped the cover back for him.
A teasing smile flashed white her way after he climbed into bed. Growling, he attached his lips to her right nipple.
She squealed at the sexual delight. His strong arm wrapped around her hips as he cradled her body to his. The hard planes of his body rubbed along her sensitive skin. He felt so good. She’d ached for so long to be held in his arms. And though she knew it meant nothing, she didn’t want the moment to end.
True-blue eyes gazed up to meet hers. She moaned at the sight of his mouth around her breast.
His damp blond hair fell over his brow. Cohen was an erotic sight. Moisture pooled at her sex, and she scrunched her thighs together to intensify the pleasure.
“Cohen?”
“Hmm?” He ran his tongue around her nipple.
“I want another lasting memory.”
White teeth flashed a sexy smile. “I’m your bloke.”
Hayleigh inhaled sharply at the feel of his searching fingers. “I…I want you to take me in the butt.”
Chapter Three
The carnal request made Cohen’s balls tingle. A shudder rippled through his body. Lust hummed, making it hard to think.Take her in the arse.
Yeah, though he’d never done any arse-pounding, he was the man for that erotic pleasure. Now, if he could ease the trembling quaking her lush body. He wouldn’t push her into something she wasn’t ready for.
He settled down beside her to look into her brown eyes. Worry hovered in their depths. This was as much no-man’s land for her as the experience was for him. Sliding his arm under her pillow, he got closer to her warm body. With his free hand, he tweaked her nipple until it pebbled between his fingertips.
Hayleigh caught her lower lip between her teeth.
“Luv, you ever had your arse fucked?” He wanted to make sure.
“No, it’s just…” She gasped at the increase of pressure on her nipple. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
On a moan, his eyes closed. His prick went rigid. What the woman’s words never ceased to invoke in him. Such mind-blowing lust. And a need for more. How much more, he didn’t understand. It’d been the same way last year. They’d squeezed in as much as they’d had time for.
She pressed a kiss to his mouth before trailing her lips across his jaw line. “There’s so much I want to do to you…” Wet kisses played along his shoulder. “So much I want you to do to me. To share with you.”
Yeah, he was her bloke. Just like coming inside her pussy—for her, he’d pound her arse. But they’d take things slow. He’d see if she brought the subject up again. Or he’d work on loosening her arse some later on. They had all night. All weekend.
At her urging, he rolled onto his back. Kisses rained down his chest. She scooted him over until he lay in the middle of the bed.
“Grab the sides of the bed.” Breasts, full and round, tempted him as she panted. Hardened nipples stuck out, taunting from above.
Smart man that he was, Cohen did as instructed.
“Now, no matter what, don’t let go.” Sharp teeth barely nipped his nipple. His hips rose up off the bed. Her tongue swiped around the sensitive flesh before she tormented his other nipple.
Her hands joined in on the sexual torment as she straddled his hips. She scooted back until her arse brushed his prick. Her wet mouth went back to the sexual teasing.
Bloody hell, this was intense. Cohen’s fists clenched, knuckling over the sides of the bed. He wanted to toss her down and give her the screwing she bloody well deserved.
Inhaling, he closed his eyes. He allowed himself to experience the pleasurable sensations. Hayleigh’s tongue and lips didn’t slow their play. Her hands roved over his ribs, chest, and shoulders.
Over and over, her pussy bumped his prick. She rubbed the slick folds along his rigid length.
A groan rumbled from his chest as he arched his hips, seeking entry. She avoided impalement, only to tease him more with her opening.
Sharp nails teased, leaving him restless. Wanting. Aching. Until he neared climax, his balls tightening in warning.
With a lift of his head, Cohen gazed down at her swirling tongue. His toes curled as his balls tightened. “Hay…leigh.” He gulped, allowing his head to drop back to the pillow. “I’m going to spill
.”
“Oh…” She rubbed her wet pussy along him with a slow thrust of her hips and arse.
Abruptly, he let go of the bed, and Hayleigh sat up. He grasped the edges again. She smiled before settling back down. This time she slowly rubbed her breasts across his chest. His hips arched. In response, she showed mercy by pressing her pussy along his length once more.
She allowed the head of his prick to enter her opening an inch. A single bloody inch. He dared not move his hips.
He groaned. She rolled her hips before taking her wet heat off him.
Harsh breaths rushed through his nose. He couldn’t think. All he wanted was to come. Never before had he been teased in such a way. “Hayleigh.” He’d never begged for a fucking before, but he’d do so now if needed.
Sweat beaded his chest, and he lifted his hips, his back bowing.
Hayleigh squealed. “Cohen.” She grabbed at his chest to hang on.
A shudder racked his body as her wet folds ran along his pulsing length.
Again, he lifted his arse from the bed. She clutched his ribs. Her arse bumped his prick. He moaned. His balls boiled with come.
“Oh, don’t come yet.” Sitting up, she scooted down his body, until her arse cradled his prick. She reached an arm behind her back to trap his prick between her arse cheeks and her hand. With a roll of her stomach she rubbed up and down his stiff length.
“Sheila.”
“You are so hard…” Fingers played along his needy flesh until she caught his balls up. “Um…these are so tight.” She teased his balls for only a moment before running her hand back up his prick. And then back down. Moaning, she pressed her arse back along him. All the while her hand worked magic.
His balls tightened once more.
Cohen opened his eyes to look at her swollen nipples centered on her flushed breasts. He wanted to nip and pinch them. His gaze traveled down her stomach to where her pussy was spread wide, along with her thighs. Her clit glistened and peeked out at him as if begging for attention. He wanted to fuck her hard until he burst.
Letting go of the sides, he sat up. Hayleigh’s lower lip caught between her teeth. She clutched his shoulders. Grasping her hips in his hands, he lifted her arse to bring her pussy down on him. They sucked in a breath as one. Her tight walls went to work in an attempt to milk him dry.
Warm lips and a moist mouth sought his in an eager kiss. His tongue struggled for control of the kiss He moaned at the pleasure of the first burst of come jettisoning from him to fill her up. His prick pulsed with every spurt.
The kiss lingered until she eased her mouth away. “That was so nice…” She placed another kiss on his mouth and climbed off his lap.
Only then did it hit him. Bloody hell. He’d finished alone. She hadn’t come with him.
“Hayleigh…” But, she was already scrambling from the bed. The door to the toilet closed behind her. Water ran. She was cleaning up.
Shit.
Cohen lay back on the pillow and covered his face with another. Suffocation was too good for his humiliation at going it alone.
The sexual play had moved too damn fast. Never in his bloody life had anyone been so hot for him. How was a man to think with such temptation? There was no forgetting her earlier request, either. Hayleigh trusted him. Shit, and he’d let her down. He’d spend the rest of the time they had making it up to her.
The door squeaked. The bed dipped when she joined him. She removed the pillow. “You asleep already?”
With a growl, he rolled over on top of her.
She giggled and clutched at his shoulders.
“Luv, I owe you double.”
A sigh rushed past her lips. Hungrily, he caught her breath in his mouth.
* * *
Cohen leaned his arse against the dresser while he waited for Hayleigh to emerge from the bathroom. They planned to head to the beach, but he wasn’t in a hurry. Fact was, he was bloody tired. Most of the night had been spent fucking instead of sleeping.The door opened only far enough for Hayleigh to stick her head out.
He crooked a finger. “Come on out.”
“Oh, gosh, you look great.” A pretty blush spread up her cheeks. Her gaze lingered on his bare chest to travel to his swim shorts.
Again, he crooked his finger. He wanted a good look at her. Pulling her beach cover together across her chest, she wandered over.
He grasped her hips. “You look bloody fine.” Better than fine. He separated the front of the cover to whistle. She wore a tight black one-piece suit. Already he wanted her naked.
“Oh, stop.” Smiling, she ran her hands up his chest to hang onto his shoulders. ‘Tell me, will you remember me after all the thongs and string bikinis we’re sure to see?”
Placing his mouth on hers, he quit the nutty talk. Hayleigh would remain unforgettable. Breathtaking. He clasped her hand and brought it down to his prick to urge her to grope his thickening length.
Their tongues dueled, tangled and danced until his prick was rock-solid. With trembling fingers, he eased the beach cover from her shoulders and let it fall. He ran his fingertips up along her upper arms. “You sore this morning?” he whispered before placing light kisses on her mouth.
“Deliciously so.” She released his prick to strip her swimsuit off her creamy body. She moved around him to stand in front of the mirror.
Cohen groaned, watching her positioning her body for another fuck. His prick was sore from the night of rooting they’d shared, but not sore enough to stop this go-around.
Already her breasts were flushed as she spread her legs wide and arched her hips back for him. He licked his lips. He’d come so very close to taking her virgin arse last night Instead, over time, he’d finger-fucked her until she’d squirmed for another finger. The night had ended with her hole being loosened by three digits.
The naked sight was undeniably enticing. Two steps put him behind her lovely arse. He molded the flesh in his hands until she moaned. Her knuckles whitened on the edge of the dresser. Her breasts swayed in the reflection.
Cohen’s fingers slid around to her front to test for readiness. Her pussy dripped moisture. He flicked her clit a time or two, causing her to shiver. Playing with her slick folds, he did a slow bump and grind with his prick against her arse.
Like magic, her clit swelled as he continued to tease the sensitive flesh. Her pussy flooded his palm, yet still he worked her with his hand.
Hayleigh groaned, arching her arse against his hard prick.
Ruthlessly, he flicked her clit back and forth, stimulating the nerve endings until her body tensed. At her cry of climax, a thrill settled in his balls. Through the cloth of his swim shorts, he pumped up along the crack of her arse.
A knock sounded at the door, causing Hayleigh to gasp and stiffen in his arms.
He opened his eyes to glare at the wood.
What fucking bad timing.
The knock sounded again. He released Hayleigh to help her with her clothes. “Give us a sec.”
Stumbling to bed, he sat on the edge in hopes of cooling his lust. The interruption hadn’t worked so easily on him. His prick remained stiff with need. Once dressed and hidden behind her beach cover again, she pulled the door open to gasp.
He grinned as he watched the delivery man hand over a bouquet of flowers. The exchange didn’t last long. The delivery guy winked at him as he accepted the tip.
The door shut with a click.
She sat on the bed beside him to cradle the vase. She buried her nose in the multi-colored array of fresh blossoms. “You got me flowers.”
When she lifted her head to reveal tear-filled eyes, his heart nearly stalled. Shit. He hadn’t wanted her to cry. He’d wanted her to know she was bloody special.
“You got me flowers.” Her throat worked.
“Yep.” He rubbed her back. “You’re not allergic, are you?’
“Oh, no.” She gave a watery laugh. “Flowers. What a wonderful surprise.”
Cohen smiled, damn glad he’d tho
ught of them. His mum had always liked it when his dad got her surprises.
“I’ve never received flowers before.” She dipped her face back into the blossoms.
“I’ve never given them to anyone else.”
She looked up to meet his gaze.
He cleared his throat. Too late to take the admission back. Christ, what he wouldn’t give to talk to Miller about what he was feeling. It was on the tip of his tongue to invite Hayleigh out to the family station, and that sure as bloody hell was a fruity thing to do.
Only one thing stopped him. Miller hadn’t been up to much advice-giving since he’d gotten dumped. And Ethan, well…Ethan planned to die in the bloody ocean doing what he loved best as a rescue swimmer. The bloke knew less about women than he did.
After another whiff, Hayleigh stood and set the vase down on the dresser, which only moments before they’d been using for a prop. First, her cover hit the carpet, then her suit.
He couldn’t take his eyes from her pussy while she walked over to stand before him.
“Where were we?” She climbed into his lap. “I think I owe you a special thank you.” Her mouth greedily engaged his in some lip action.
Bonza…
* * *
Half a day had slipped by when they finally reached Palm Beach. Hayleigh was sated. Her only regret was now she had a day and half less with Cohen. She sighed, clinging to the fingers that entwined with her own.They walked along, looking for a good spot to rest.
Cohen bumped her hip, shifting their direction. “Ethan’s over there, waving.”
Her lip caught between her teeth in apprehension of meeting his brothers. Meeting them shouldn’t matter. After all, in another day or two she’d be history.
Down the beach, a tall, lean blond waited for them. Shades hid his eyes from view, but she guessed they were a true blue like Cohen’s.
“Miller must be holding down a spot on Barrenjoey Beach for us.” He squeezed her hand. “It’s on the western side, facing Pittwater.” They continued to walk along white sand, away from the Pacific Ocean.
She’d never seen a more magical or romantic setting. Sure as the sun glowed above, the beach they walked on had made it onto some Travel Channel must- visit spot.
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