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Silence stretched for a long moment. Casey heard her breath fill the cabin in shallow pants. She rubbed her thighs together, her clit aching.

Beside her, Addison shifted in his seat, adjusting his groin with his left hand as he did so before returning his grip to the steering wheel. A tight, white-knuckle grip, Casey noted. To go along with his tightly clenched jaw.

After an eternity of suffocating silence, he shook his head. “Way beyond,” he murmured.

Casey swallowed. Studied his profile. Wondered if they would crash if she reached across the centre console and placed her hand on his—

“Address?”

She startled, his hoarse voice scraping at her fraying control. “Sorry?”

“Your address. Where do you live?”

Letting out a ragged breath, she dragged a shaking hand through her hair. Man, she needed to get a grip. “I’ll direct you,” she said.

He shook his head again. “It’s okay. I know my way around Newcastle.”

Casey couldn’t stop her frown. “You do?”

“My cousin lives here. I mean, lived here. Luke Beasley. He was the captain of the Newcastle fire brigade before moving to Bandicoot Cove resort a year ago. Do you know of him?”

A prickling heat crept over Casey’s skull. “Lucas Beasley? Owned a dingo called Rufus?”

Addison shot her a quick look. “That’s him. He had to give it away when he moved to Bilby Island.”

Casey nodded. “He did. I know the new owner.”

“You do?”

She nodded again. “I do. It’s me.”

“You?”

“When I’m not being a dominatrix, I’m a vet, remember? And a vet can never say no to an animal needing a home, especially when she used to date the owner of said animal during high school. And Rufus needed a home. So I gave him one.”

Addison studied her for longer than he should given how fast he was driving. “You’re the gorgeous redhead he used to date eleven years ago?”

She inclined her head once more. “And you’re the British cousin he used to rave on and on about.”

“Apparently I am.”

Casey swallowed. Oh boy, what the hell was fate doing to her? “142 Anzac Crescent,” she said on a murmur.

“142 Anzac Crescent,” he repeated.

The rest of the trip passed in silence. The tension mounting between them was becoming almost unbearable. More than once, she felt Addison’s gaze on her profile. More than once she found herself studying his profile. The desire to smooth her palm over his thigh, to just let her hand rest on the corded strength of his leg, rolled over her often.

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?”