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  As did the ache to cup his groin in her hand and massage his balls.

  That she was so conflicted about what she wanted to do with the guy made her head spin. One part of her wanted to fuck him silly and get him out of her system, another part wanted to just exist with him, relaxed and contented and comfortable. She’d never been so affected by a guy so quickly.

  If only she knew what to do about it.

  Do? There’s nothing to do about it. He’s a British knight, Casey Louise. Even if you do ask him in and you fuck like rabbits for the rest of the night, you’re never going to see him again. And isn’t that really the perfect ending to a totally surreal evening?

  “I think we’re here.”

  His deep, accented voice dragged her away from the thoroughly erotic images filling her mind.

  Looking outside the passenger window, she saw her home waiting for her in the darkness. “We are,” she agreed.

  Addison didn’t say anything else.

  Swallowing, she swiveled back to face him. “I—”

  “In the interest of full disclosure,” he said, holding up his hand. “I think I should mention I was always intending to drive here tonight. Luke’s bachelor party is happening right now, and I was meant to be at it. I had a few drinks on the flight from Madagascar to Sydney. I was sleep deprived and jetlagged, and before I knew it, I was at that party where we met. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me a kiss, or anything else, because I drove you this far. But I’ve got to say, even if I wasn’t driving up here tonight, I would have done anything to get to know you—”

  She kissed him. Before he could finish talking, she kissed him. There was no hope of her doing anything else.

  She smoothed her hands up the sides of his face, buried her fingers in his hair and swiped her tongue into his mouth.

  For a second, Addison didn’t move. Didn’t react. And then, with a growl, he did. He fisted his hand in the hair at her nape and returned her passion with fierce hunger, his tongue battling hers. She lost herself to his response, gave herself over to the scalding pleasure rushing through her.

  He nipped at her bottom lip, sucked it, claimed her tongue again. There was nothing hesitant or knightly about the way he kissed her—just raw, carnal lust. The fist at the back of her hair tightened, a painful pressure that sent delicious heat spiraling into her very core. She whimpered, her pussy pulsing with need, and scraped her hands down his neck, over his shoulders to his chest. The hard warmth of his body seeped into her palms, a branding caress she wanted to intensify.

  More. She wanted more.

  Dipping her hand down to Addison’s waistband, Casey shucked his shirt free of his jeans and slid her fingers up over his stomach.

  Holy moley, is that a six-pack!

  His abs—sculpted and smooth under her fingers—hitched at her touch. He chuckled into her mouth and then groaned as she found his nipple.

  She dragged her nail across its tip. He groaned again.

  She pinched its tiny form. He shuddered, tearing his lips from hers. “Way beyond the kiss,” he rasped, his breath shallow, hazy pleasure in his gaze.

  Casey smiled. “Way beyond,” she echoed, her heart fast, her throat tight, before hooking her fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and pulling the item of clothing up over her head. “Somewhere around this mark, I’m thinking.”

  He stared at what she’d revealed to him. She wasn’t skinny, she knew that, but she worked hard to keep herself in shape. Her breasts were full and round, barely contained in the skimpy black lace bra she wore. She pulled in a breath, hoping her tummy was behaving itself and not looking gross and rolly over her jean’s waistband.

  The muted light from the dash cast Addison’s face in shadows. Silence filled the cabin.

  Casey squirmed. The reality of the situation slammed into her. She’d just stripped off her shirt for a man she’d known less than three hours. God, what if he didn’t like—

  “Lord love a duck,” he whispered. One hand came up to cup her right breast with a reverence that made her shiver. “You are truly stunning.”

  Euphoric relief flowed through her. Followed by liquid pleasure as he dragged his thumb over the tip of her nipple. “Oh…” She breathed, another ripple of pleasure enveloping her at his soft touch.

  He shook his head, lifting his gaze from her breasts to her face. Open desire burned in his eyes. “Oh is a tad of an understatement.”

  She swallowed, her breath shallow as he teased her nipple again. And then she let out a gasp as he leant forward and sucked on her nipple through the lace of her bra.

  “Ohhh…” she repeated, the choked sound filling the Aston Martin’s interior.

  She buried her right hand in his hair, flattening her left to the dash. If she didn’t, she’d be swept away by the concentrated sensations of his lips and tongue and teeth on her nipple. Letting her head lull backward, she closed her eyes, a part of her stunned she was doing this, another part equally shocked she’d waited two hours to do so.

  When he dragged his lips across her chest and claimed her other nipple, she let out another gasp. Her sex throbbed with hot urgency, aching to be stretched and filled. She writhed on the seat, rubbing her thighs together.

  Reaching for his shoulders, she slipped her fingers under his collar, desperate to feel his flesh. He moaned around her nipple, nipped it with a quick bite and then scored a line of nibbling kisses up her throat, over her chin, her jaw to her ear. “I want to feel your naked body sliding over mine, Ruby. Please…”

  It was the question in his plea, the hope that made her move. She was never going to recover from this, but fuck, what woman could? And what woman in her right mind would deny it either?

  Pulling away from him a little, she pulled in a ragged breath. “Would you like to come inside?”

  It was a lame request. After all their charged flirting, the molten build up, would you like to come inside seemed anti-climactic. But she had little hope of finding better words. Not when her brain was so fogged with pleasure and need.

  Urgent need.

  Impatient need.

  Holy fuck, she wanted him inside her. Now.

  “Let’s put it this way,” he said with a slow grin. “If we don’t go inside, I’m going to strip you naked and make love to you right here in the front seat of this ridiculously ostentatious, attention-grabbing rental car. And I can’t be held responsible for any spectators your cries of sheer pleasure draw.” He pulled a contemplative face, teasing her nipple as he did so with his thumb. “True, I will be responsible for those cries—I forgot to mention master orgasm-creator in my list of skills earlier, by the way—but I’ll tell the copper who busts us it was all your doing.”

  Casey chuckled, her belly fluttering at the thought of Addison soon being responsible for her orgasm. “Are you sure you don’t want to add front-seat seducer to that list of achievements? We could—”

  “Ah sod it,” he burst out. “I can’t wait.”

  He lunged for her.

  Casey squealed out a giggle, squirming as he buried his face into the side of her neck. “Okay, okay, inside, inside!”

  He pulled away, his grin wider. “Still think some clarification is in order. What do you want inside? Us?” He trailed a hand over her hip before skimming his fingertips over her inner thigh. “Or me? In—”

  “Get in the house, sir knight,” she growled, her cheeks hot. “Now.”

  Addison’s chuckle was low and dirty as he gazed into her eyes. “As you wish, fair lady.”

  He straightened away from her, released his seatbelt and then suddenly reached down between her legs.

  Casey gasped, her pussy flooding with moist anticipation.

  “Your shirt.” He straightened back into his seat again, eyes twinkling as he held her green T-shirt out to her. “It was on the floor. You may want it. Unless you’re planning to go topless to your house?”

  The throb between Casey’s thighs grew thicker, more demanding. She stared at him for
a heartbeat, just one, and then opened her door.

  The humid summer night air wrapped around her bare torso with greedy haste as she climbed out of the Aston Martin. Her nipples puckered tighter. If old man McNichols across the road looked out his window now, he’d get a right sight.

  Casey-Louise Marley, half-naked on the footpath with a strange man in a sports car. The poor old geezer wouldn’t know what to do.

  Turning back to Addison, she cocked an eyebrow, bravado threading through her nervous excitement. “Coming?”

  “Too bloody soon, I fear,” he confessed, staring up at her from inside the car, his nostrils flaring, his grip on the steering wheel white knuckled.

  She laughed. “Ah, that’s right. You’re very fast, aren’t you?”

  Addison ran his gaze over her. “Ruby, I’m going to be very fast with you all fucking night.”

  Casey’s pussy contracted and, with a slow smile, she turned toward her home. “Promises promises, Sir Oh My God You’re Incredible.”

  The sound of his door slamming shut behind her almost made her come there and then. Holy moley, it seemed he really was a master at creating orgasms.

  Chapter Five

  They barely made it through her front door. Try as hard as he could to keep his hands to himself, the moment Addison caught up to Ruby—on the second top step leading up to her porch—he pulled her to his body and ravished her lips in a hungry kiss. He couldn’t get enough of her. He mauled her arse with impatient fingers, explored her ribcage, cupped her breasts. Every moan and gasping breath she made only served to feed his growing desire for her. She felt so right in his arms. So perfect. Soft and firm and lush and exquisite.

  Feasting on her lips, he sent thanks to whatever divine force deigned them to meet. A year in self-exile, a year of aching for passion and desire like he’d experienced at Bandicoot Cove and here he was now, surpassing that.

  The sounds of the night danced around them, crickets, a dog barking. Somewhere nearby he heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat. He didn’t give a toss. There wasn’t a hope in hell he was letting Ruby—

  “Everything okay, Miss Marley?”

  Ruby stiffened against his body a split second before she tore her lips from his. Every molecule in his body protested at the loss. His gut knotted. His cock throbbed.

  “It’s okay, Mr. McNichols,” she called, hiding behind him even as she peered around his shoulder. He could see her lips twitch. Her dimple flashed. He suspected if it weren’t so dark, he’d see a delightful blush fill her cheeks.

  Addison twisted at the waist to find an elderly gent in a tartan dressing gown frowning at them both from the rear of the rented Aston Martin. He gave the old bloke a smile, sliding his hand from Ruby’s backside long enough to offer him a wave as well. “Evening. Nice night, isn’t it?”

  The elderly gent huffed at him before turning his attention back to Ruby. “You’ll get a cold being outside dressed like that, Miss Marley.”

  At his chest, Addison felt Ruby chuckle. “Thanks for the concern, Mr. McNichols. We’re going inside now.”

  Addison smiled at Mr. McNichols again. “Sir.”

  Mr. McNicols grunted. “I don’t like this one, Miss Marley. He’s too—”

  Addison grinned. “Ostentatious?”

  Mr. McNichols scowled. “British.”

  “Thank you, Mr. McNichols,” Ruby called, snaring Addison’s free and tugging on it. “We’re going inside now.”

  She turned and hurried up the remaining steps, dragging Addison along. Unable to stop himself, Addison turned and gave the elderly gent watching their retreat a jaunty salute.

  Mr. McNichols curled his lip, pointed a surprisingly steady finger at him and then turned away in a shuffling stride.

  “Nice chap,” Addison said, pressing his body to Ruby’s back as she unlocked the door. “He seems to like—”

  She didn’t let him finish, twisting against him to claim his lips in a crushing kiss as the door swung open behind her.

  They tumbled inside, feet tangling, hands tearing at clothes. With the last vestiges of sanity, Addison shoved his heel against the door, slamming it shut with a bang, before frenzied desire overwhelmed him.

  He ravished Ruby’s lips, her throat, her jaw, her ear. She fought with his belt and fly the whole time, her desperation to remove his clothing matched by his desperation to strip her of hers.

  By the time they bumped into something unyielding—a sofa—Ruby had flung off her stilettos, released his buckle and lowered his zipper.

  His cock sprung free of his jeans, jutting straight up, a thick, engorged pole impatient for her touch.

  “Shit,” she murmured, pausing a moment in her wrestle with his clothes to gaze at his erection. “That’s impressive.”

  “No more impressive than these,” he said, running his hands over her breasts. “Lord, they are incredible.”

  She chuckled and then gasped as he hooked his fingers under the straps of her bra and pulled them down her arms.

  Her breasts spilled from the lowered lace, her nipples hard and dusky pink. Addison’s mouth filled with saliva. An aching spasm claimed his rigid cock.

  A moment of calm fell over them both…stretched between them. And then they were at each other. Hungry. Demanding.

  She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his distended length and squeezed, pumping up and down as he kneaded her right breast with ungentle need and suckled on her left with equal ferocity.

  “Oh yeah.” She panted, scraping her nails over his scalp. “Oh yeah.”

  He swapped breasts, dragging his lips and tongue over her warm skin before biting the puckered tip of her nipple.

  “Yes.” She drove her hips forward, her grip on his cock tightening.

  He groaned and tore his mouth from her flesh. “Need you naked, fair lady,” he ground out.

  Before she could respond, he yanked her undone jeans down her hips to the floor, revealing a skimpy black G-string made of delicate lace. He ran a shaky finger over it. “Do you like this G-string?” he asked, watching his finger’s path along the lacy triangle’s edge.

  “Hate it,” Ruby answered, her voice husky.

  He grinned up at her. “Good.”

  Without hesitation, he snared the edge with both hands and tore it apart.

  She burst out laughing and then gasped as he dropped to his knees and buried his face at the junction of her thighs, stroking his tongue over her folds. He wanted to tell her how delicious she tasted, how much he adored the trimmed strip of her pubic hair, but he didn’t have the willpower to pull his mouth from her sex.

  She whimpered above him, driving her hips forward. He welcomed the move, parting her thighs more with his hands as he flicked his tongue over her clit.

  “Oh boy,” she rasped, her nails scraping at his shoulders. “That’s so good.”

  “Not good enough,” he growled before jolting to his feet, toeing off his boots and shucking his jeans from his legs.

  She blinked, surprised confusion on her face, and then let out a squeal as he grabbed her hips, hauled her up onto the back of the sofa and perched her on its edge.

  “Got to devoid you of these jeans, Ruby,” he said, a split second before she toppled backward and fell onto the cushioned seat.

  Her laughter filled the room. Her legs stuck up in the air. She wriggled her toes at him.

  He leant over the sofa, his heart leaping into his throat, happiness overwhelming him when he found her grinning up at him, dimple on full display. “Wheee,” she said.

  With a chuckle, he grabbed her jeans—bunched around her ankles—and yanked them completely off her legs.

  “That’s one way of doing it,” she said from the cushions.

  “Here’s another,” he answered before launching himself over the sofa’s back.

  He covered her body with his, capturing her laugh with a hungry kiss. She raked her nails over his back, his shoulders, writhing beneath him until she could wrap her legs
around his hips. It was perfect. So perfect.

  He worshipped her body there on the sofa for a lifetime, blissful exploration of her throat, her breasts, her belly, her pussy. His cock throbbed the whole time, impatient for attention. He ignored its demands, reveling in the uninhibited way Ruby responded to his every caress and touch. She was wild. He loved it.

  Lapping at her clit, sucking at it, biting it, he lost track of everything else. Her moans filled his heads, her moans and laughter whenever he tickled his fingertips over her waist, across her belly.

  “Oh God.” She gasped, bucking up into his mouth. “I don’t know if I’m going to come from your mouth…or your tickles.”

  He raised his head and wriggled his eyebrows at her. “Both?”

  She planted a foot on his chest and shoved him backward.

  He rolled off the sofa and onto the floor, pinned there a heartbeat later by her hips. She straddled him, rolling her cream-slicked pussy up and down the length of his erection as she grabbed his wrists and held them to the rug either side of his head. “You ticklish?” she asked, brushing his chest with her nipples.

  “Me?” He shook his head, thrusting his hips upward. The need to feel her pussy on his straining cock was making his head swim. “Knights of the British realm are never tick—Lord love a duck!” He writhed beneath her, ribbons of torturous pleasure unfurling through him as she danced her fingers in his armpit. “Okay, okay! I’m ticklish!”

  She laughed. He caught the sound with his mouth, eager to taste her lips again, and flipped her onto her back. Her shoulder bumped the coffee table, something fell off it with a thud, but he didn’t care. Neither did Ruby. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fisted her hands in his hair and kissed him back, her tongue just as aggressive as his.

  He made love to her mouth and ground his cock to her sodden sex. Kneaded her breasts, suckled on them. Worked his way down her belly until his tongue parted her folds. He laved at her wet flesh, his body thrumming. She moaned, one foot on his shoulder, the other planted on the floor. Every time he lapped at her clit, she drove her hips high. Every time she drove her hips high, he teased her clit more.