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  She nodded before looking down.

  Instead of leaving like he should, something unexplainable drove him to move closer. “I turned thirty-four last week.”

  Her smile hit him hard in his solar plexus. Christ, she had an engaging smile. It was the dimples. It had to be. He’d never seen anyone with them before. “Happy belated birthday.”

  “Thanks.” Hell, if it weren’t for his mum, he’d forget he had one.

  “So, mate, do you mind if I take a shower before we get busy?” A flush spread up from the exposed portions of her breasts and neck to settle in her checks.

  “Have at it.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling sixteen again. Even now, he remembered how Emily had blushed. He blinked Em’s memory away. Emily was history. Old history.

  Picking up his single bag, he placed it on the other side of the room. At her side, he motioned to her half dozen bags. “Where do you want these?”

  “Oh, they’re fine…”

  Ignoring her, he settled four on the extra bed, leaving the two smaller ones on the floor. The smallest bag on the desk he also left alone.

  “Thank you.”

  He shrugged a shoulder before slipping into the bathroom to piss.

  Back in the bedroom, the Yank had unzipped two of the suitcases. She held up two small pieces of fabric. “So, which color do you like best?” She held the black slip up in front of her. “Is this one sexier?”

  “The blue.” He exhaled. “I like the blue.” Many of the working girls he’d been with wore black.

  “Okay. Blue it is.” She brushed past him, sending a jolt through him. His prick stiffened.

  “Yank?”

  She grinned. “Aussie…”

  “Australian-born are natives.” He wanted to bite his tongue watching her eyes widen. “We’re known as natives.”

  “Native then.”

  No info, mate. You could have been from New Zealand for all she knew.

  “Are you hungry? Want some lunch first?” They’d had a light breakfast on the birdie.

  After a shake of her head, she picked up one of the smaller bags from the floor. “Let’s make love first. Maybe nap before a meal?”

  Make love. His skin tingled on a thrill of arousal.

  Bloody fuck.

  He’d never even heard the term before.

  Twenty minutes later, Miller sat on a chair in the corner waiting. Sweat coated his palms. He sat there listening to her. After the toilet had flushed, she’d spent ten minutes in the shower.

  His prick pulsed eagerly in his jeans.

  What could possibly be taking her so long? Had she changed her mind? Should he check on her? Should he change his bloody mind?

  No mate, only a fool would pass her up.

  After removing his boots and socks, he placed a box of condoms on the night stand. Just like his knife, he never left home without protection. It was always best to be prepared.

  Thankfully, he didn’t have too much longer to wait.

  The Yank was hesitant to join him. Her head peeked out first. “Just checking to see if you stayed.”

  He grunted. “Eh, sheila, I’m here.”

  She came into the bedroom. Her lush curves overflowed the skimpy lingerie. When she turned in a circle, he saw her arse showed in the back.

  His prick twitched.

  Already his muscles tightened in anticipation.

  On light steps, she made her way over to stand in front of him and let her hair down.

  Miller’s breathing turned rough. Christ, she was breathtaking.

  “Do you like it?” She smoothed the material down over her stomach.

  “Eh.” He swallowed and stood. Her hands rested on his chest. His guess had been right, she was small. She was shorter with the ridiculous high-heeled boots off.

  No, she wasn’t small. She was short and curvy. He spent his days around big animals. He was a rough man. The Yank reminded him of how he felt around his nieces and nephew. Protective.

  And awkward as hell.

  Up on her tiptoes, she kissed his mouth. “I’ve never had a one-night stand.” Her lips nibbled at his. “Will you make it special for me?”

  Miller shuddered under her caressing hands.

  I’ve never had a one-night stand. Was that possible?

  Special. She wanted this special. He’d been a walking hard-on since she’d sat beside him in Sydney.

  Groaning, he lifted his head. “Give me five minutes.” He headed to the shower. He wouldn’t need five full minutes. Only long enough to beat off and take the edge off.

  What he needed now was some control.

  Special. He didn’t know a bloody thing about special.

  Chapter Two

  Kaycee supposed she should be worried, or nervous. She wasn’t. Still, as soon as she’d arrived at the hotel—while the Native was checking them in—she’d left a message on her mom’s voice mail of where she was staying.

  Better safe than sorry.

  Her sight landed on the box of condoms. With a shaking hand, she picked it up. Extra large. Heat scalded along her skin.

  Extra large.

  Holy snap.

  Butterflies returned to her stomach.

  Okay. So I’m nervous. But I’m excited too.

  Quickly, she counted them to find four missing. So, he’d done this before. Probably on every business trip he took. It was good, though, that he appeared to be careful.

  Stuffing the rubbers into the box, she put them back in their place so he couldn’t tell she’d looked. She sat on the bed to wait.

  Inside the bathroom, the shower turned off, and she jumped.

  This is crazy. What would mom say if she knew?

  No. The chemistry was there. It’d run through her like lightening.

  Remember this stay in Australia is supposed to be the beginning of the rest of your life.

  Live it up a little.

  Plus, this night will wipe away a lot of ugly memories.

  Do not go there. Not ever again. At least not now.

  She was a survivor.

  Shakily, she brushed her hair back over her shoulders.

  The door opened quietly, and the blond Aussie ambled out with a towel around his hips. Using another smaller one, he dried his hair.

  Kaycee scrambled up onto her knees to ogle him. His clothes hadn’t hid what lay beneath, but who could have imagined the allure. He was a big, broad man with delicious muscles topped with a pallet of chest hair running down until it tapered out of sight.

  Doug hadn’t had a single hair on his chest.

  Stop it.

  No comparing.

  Don’t let him ruin this fantasy come true. And making love with a dreamy Australian had been her fantasy for years now.

  Instead of crossing to the bed, he went to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled the curtain closed, shadowing the room in semidarkness.

  She was nearly panting by the time he sat beside her on the mattress. He faced her, allowing the towel he’d used on his hair to drape around his shoulders.

  “You sure about this, sheila?” One of his big hands splayed on the bed.

  “Yes.” She reached out to comb her fingers through his thick hair. She liked the natural highlights the strands had. “You’ve got beautiful hair.”

  He grunted, his eyelids dropping to half mast.

  “You do.” Her teeth caught her lower lip as she stroked the gold and white strands. His hair had been kissed by the sun.

  Instinct assured her this first move was up to her. He wouldn’t push. So she rose up on her knees and shifted over to him. Only then did his hand leave the bed. It cupped her bottom.

  She gasped at the rough feel of his hand on her skin, shivered as he roamed up her back under the material. Settling in close to him, she kissed him. Immediately, his mouth opened for her exploration.

  Liquid heat pooled between her legs, inciting a moan. He had a nice mouth. To her delight his mouth remained gentle as he permitted her to explo
re him. Enjoying the interaction of their kisses, she lingered over his taste.

  Their tongues tangled round and round one another’s.

  Kaycee’s arms went around his shoulders to allow her to press against his chest. “Oh…” She liked the feel of his hard body against hers. Squirming closer, she clasped his face. “Oh, you shaved.”

  In her center, delicious sensations danced wildly.

  Her fingers played over his smooth skin and square jaw. “You’re yummy.” Eagerly, she nibbled on his lower lip savoring the minty taste that lingered.

  One hand stayed on her back while the other rough hand slid around to a breast. She arched her back at the feel of the swollen flesh in his palm.

  He squeezed, tweaking the extended nipple.

  “Oh…” She moaned, trailing kisses along his jaw line. Her hands pushed the towel off to stroll over the muscles of his wide shoulders and upper arms.

  Her breath came quickly now. The skin under her lingering lips was so warm. At the feel of her teeth on his earlobe, his hand tightened on her breast. “That feels good…” She arched into him when his other hand cupped her other breast. Roughly, he massaged the sensitive globes. “You feel so good against me.”

  “Sheila.” He lifted the nightie over her head, momentarily breaking the contact of their bodies.

  For a heartbeat, she allowed him to look at her breasts. Only a heartbeat, then she kissed him again, urging him to follow her down to the mattress.

  He did as she bid, not breaking the kiss. He shed the towel, and settled beside her. The hair on his chest sent her into a frenzy. “You remind me of a bear.” Her hands sculpted his pecs. She loved how easily his chest stimulated her skin.

  Gently, she raked her long nails over his nipples. Though flat, they were hard like her own.

  Continuing to toy with his nipples, she earned a growl. Her heart leapt at the noise rumbling from his chest. “Do you like that?”

  Kaycee gasped when he caught her hands up, collecting them in one of his. He pulled her arms over her head and braced himself back on his forearm. Her pulse quickened. One of his hairy legs entwined with hers. The weight was welcome. The hair along his thigh and calves tickled her skin as much as the mat on his chest did her breasts.

  It had been a long time since she’d felt the rising tide of arousal like this. A very long time. And then it hadn’t been real.

  Panting, she squirmed, wanting closer. Needing more.

  Instead, he claimed her mouth in a deep, toe-curling kiss. His tongue teased hers into play, dueling now and then. Her hips arched in need, in offering.

  Insatiable desire tightened her clit.

  Moisture pooled at her sex. She wanted him. Wanted him. How amazing he could make her feel so alive. So good. So wanton.

  She cried out when he shifted closer, bringing his big cock in contact with her hip. “Oh, yes.” Desperate to feel him, she tried to break the hold his single hand had on her wrists. “Let me touch you.”

  Instead, his kiss lingered, his hand drifting down between her legs. She folded her free leg up in invitation. She didn’t have to beg. His fingers slipped into her wet folds. Slowly, he explored her swollen flesh. His fingers teased her to near madness.

  “What’s your…” She tried to gain her breath between passes of his lips. “…name?”

  Stilling the torture of his fingers, he lifted his head. His nostrils flared.

  “I want to know whose name to scream.”

  “Miller.” A shudder ran through his big body. “Miller Thorn.” His eyes were nearly black with desire, his pupils dilated.

  “Kaycee.” Her breasts heaved while she tried to catch her breath. “My name’s Kaycee Hollenbeck.”

  His hand went back to teasing. This time, he eased two fingers inside her hole. A thrill rocketed through her body. Bliss built at the feel of his thumb and fingers working in unison to bring her to pleasure.

  The ecstasy intensified with each thrust of his fingers, with each swipe of his thumb on her tight clit. Her body tensed as the orgasm washed through her. She whimpered, feeling the tiny pulses of her inner walls fade away.

  Finally letting go of her wrists, Miller removed his hand, then shifted to reach the condoms. She caressed his thigh while he worked.

  Enthralled, she watched through lowered lids while he rolled the protection down over the head of his thick cock to the base at his big balls.

  His breathing had turned harsh. “You sure?”

  As crazy as it might sound to some, she’d never been surer of anything before. Moaning, she urged him to settle over her. Legs spread wide, she accommodated his girth.

  No sooner had he climbed over her, than he rolled them over.

  “Oh, Miller.” She came up on top with no leg room. But he scooted them over to the center of the bed.

  “Ride me.” His sexy accent skimmed along her nerve endings.

  Her breath caught. Her stomach tightened, along with the muscles of her sex. Pleasure beat wildly in her clit.

  Ride me. Oh…

  Control. What a delicious sensation.

  Still unsure of how to take the initiative, she kissed him. A kiss he wholeheartedly returned. The suction of his mouth, his delving tongue and teeth had her squirming. She broke the kiss, shifted backward to bump his hard cock. Arching her bottom, she rubbed her wet folds against the thick length.

  Over and over, she teased them.

  Her breasts dragged back and forth along his chest. Placing her hands on his abdomen, she lifted up to bring her sex down on his cock. “Miller….” She closed her eyes, making her way down his big, rigid length.

  He stretched her out-of-practice muscles, filled her up more with each inch. An ache built inside her. A satisfying ache she could get used to. He felt so good buried in her depths. She could feel him deep now. So deep, but she wanted so much more. Finally, when she was fully seated on his cock, she opened her eyes.

  Sweat coated his forehead.

  His teeth were clenched. So were his fists, which knotted the sheets alongside her thighs.

  She moaned, liking the effect she had on him.

  Experimentally, she ground herself back and forth on him and gasped at the ache his cock caused. It was a pleasant ache, almost painful. His cock was big. Hard. And buried so deep in her body. Still, she wanted more.

  So much more of Miller Thorn.

  Closing her eyes, she rocked herself, enjoying the movement of his body inside her own. With slow motions, she relished the delicious ache the intimate caress caused.

  She gasped, opening her eyes at the feel of his thumb at her swollen clit. “Oh, Miller…” The friction intensified as he worked her flesh. “Oh, God, yes.” She stopped moving, sitting there while his body filled her up. His fingers worked her like an instrument.

  His free hand caught a breast and squeezed. Then he massaged his way to her other breast. Her back arched at the first spark of a climax. Her hips rolled as she sought the full measure of paradise. When the orgasm hit, her inner muscles gripped him in an attempt to milk him dry.

  “Miller…” Panting, she ground down. “You feel so good in me.” She wanted to give him what he’d given her.

  Pleasure.

  Sweet, sweet pleasure.

  Abruptly, he bucked underneath her. She cried out and hung on. Over and over, he thrust his hips upward in a brutal rhythm. She moaned with the hardness driving up inside of her eager hole.

  His hands grabbed her thighs.

  Once, twice, three times his hips bucked under her weight. Groaning, his body jerked up, strained, arched in climax.

  Whimpering, she enjoyed the pulsing his cock did while it emptied. She enjoyed the feel of his length softening the slightest bit inside her.

  “Sheila.” His chest heaved. “I need to collect the condom.”

  “Oh.” She scrambled off.

  Miller removed the condom, then swung into a sitting position on the side of the bed. Shyly she pulled a sheet up as cover. As her he
art calmed, he disappeared into the bathroom. The experience had been an incredible one. Inner muscles clenched reminding her of just how much she’d enjoyed it. And now he was disposing of the evidence he’d enjoyed it too. He returned just as quickly.

  A sense of relief eased her mind. Doug had no claim to her now. She could go on with all aspects of her life. Now more than ever she was grateful she’d followed her dream and come to Australia.

  He perched on the side of the bed before joining her again. She pulled the sheet up over him too. Hesitantly, she scooted over to his side and rested her head on his shoulder. A sigh rushed through her lips at the feel of his arm going around her.

  “A nap.” His fingers trailed along her arm. “And a meal.”

  “Hmm…it sounds wonderful.” Kaycee cuddled onto his warm body. Her fingers worked their way into the fur on his chest.

  Kaycee Hollenbeck.

  A going-on-twenty-six-year-old Yank.

  Miller’s hand rubbed along the bare skin of her shoulder, rib and arm. His other hand held on to the wrist of her hand on his chest.

  His heart thumped a chaotic pace under her fingers while his prick pulsed in need.

  He’d fucked up. How many times had he heard Ethan and Cohen state “don’t get personal with casual sex partners”?

  How could he have kept his name from her? His chest constricted. At that moment, he’d wanted to know everything about Kaycee. Still did.

  What the bloody fuck was she doing alone in Oz? He couldn’t imagine one of the females in his family crossing the bloody pond alone. Even his sister-in-law, Hayleigh, had traveled with friends on her first trip over…

  His lips flattened out. That first time those two had met…

  Leave it alone, mate.

  This isn’t anything like what they’d experienced. Good things didn’t happen in his world. Luck had never been on his side.

  In her sleep, she sighed, moved against his body. Her smooth leg shifted higher over his.

  Miller ignored his stiff prick. Christ, he’d been like one of the station’s stud stallions since he’d met her. This put him on edge. Unnerved the fuck out of him. He was no longer a youth, had long since learned to control his baser needs.