But Rob was long and thick, and she knew that taking him inside her meant she would have to stretch and … She licked her lips … She couldn’t wait. She wanted to be pushed, filled, taken to the limit. She wanted to feel like a woman being possessed by a man … in the best way possible.
Willa ripped the packet open with her teeth, pulled out the condom and swiftly rolled it over his penis, sucking in her breath as he hardened even further.
Above her head, Rob swore. ‘Honey, this is going to be hectic … we’ll keep slow and sexy for later.’
With those words, he hooked his big hands under her thighs and lifted her up, spreading her legs so that the head of his penis probed her wet and moist feminine core. It was only then that Willa realised he’d magicked her panties away without her even realizing …
Rob pressed her against the massive wooden front door and pinned her there with his body, sliding into her with one long, sure stroke. Willa felt herself dissolving from the inside out as her world narrowed to what was happening between them. Her surroundings faded away and there were only Rob’s hands on her thighs, his tongue in her mouth mimicking his thrust of his hips, the sure strokes as he lifted her higher and higher.
‘You need to come, honey, ‘cos I’m not going to be able to hang on,’ Rob muttered, his forehead against hers.
‘Don’t you dare stop!’ Willa shot back, grinding down on him as lightning bugs danced along her skin.
Rob dropped his head to talk in her ear. ‘That’s it, Willa, take all of me. Yeah, move … use me … higher, dammit!’
‘Harder …’ Willa demanded, reaching for her release.
Rob slammed her against the door and she shouted as stars exploded behind her eyeballs and her body splintered into a million billion pieces. She vaguely heard Rob’s roar in her ear, felt his orgasm deep inside her, but didn’t particularly care. She’d come and it had been magnificent …
Rob moved his hips again and, still mostly hard, touched something inside her. She rocketed up again, harder and faster than before. She slammed her eyes shut and screamed his name before she fractured again in a big bang of cosmic proportions.
Minutes, hours or years might have passed before she came back down to earth, her head on his shoulder, pinned to the door by Rob’s strength.
‘I really don’t think you hit the mark, Willa. We might have to do that again.’
She heard Rob’s smile in his words, felt the curve of his lips against her temple.
‘Slow and sexy this time?’ Willa agreed on a happy smile, sliding to the floor.
Early the next morning, after another round of blow-her-head-off morning sex, Willa, her head on Rob’s shoulder, felt well satisfied with herself. She thought that she’d feel dirty and guilty, going to bed with a complete stranger, but all she felt was … satisfied—and strangely safe.
Sure, he was good-looking—what was the point of having a one-night stand with an ugly man?—and he had a body that spoke of a lifetime of physical fitness. He smelt good, and he had treated her with care and made sure that that she was fully satisfied—every single time—before climaxing himself.
He was as close to a perfect lover as she’d ever encountered—okay, that didn’t mean anything at all!—and she idly wondered whether it was his skill in the sack or her previous lack of satisfactory sex that had had her coming over and over again.
She suspected that it was mostly Rob. He was an amazing lover. She’d felt safe enough to allow herself to lose control—to touch, to explore, to taste—and she had lost all her inhibitions in her quest to explore those long, lean muscles. That had never happened to her before.
With Wayne … No. No comparisons—no thinking about him.
Suffice to say that with Rob she felt energised. Sleep had been forgotten in the delight of his body. She remembered thinking that she hadn’t wanted the feast of touch and textures and taste and masculinity to end.
She still didn’t.
‘I need sustenance,’ Willa said on a long yawn. ‘What’s the time?’
‘Half-eight.’
Rob patted her butt to get her to move. He slid out of bed and walked across the ridiculously enormous bedroom to the balcony doors. He gripped the top of the doorframe and Willa rolled over on her stomach to look at his beautiful back, tight ass and long, muscular legs.
Hot damn, the man was sexy. Willa licked her lips and was suddenly conscious of her pounding head and the fact that her mouth felt as if a herd of llamas had bedded down in it during the night.
‘This is a hell of place you have here, Willa. Yours?’
‘Yeah.’ Well, it would be in a few weeks’ time.
This massive house she’d moved into eight months ago still didn’t feel like her home. But the exclusive property would form part of her divorce settlement—along with her Mercedes and a hefty donation to her bank account. She’d wanted to walk away with nothing, just to get rid of Wayne, but Kate, her lawyer and now a good friend, had refused to allow her even to go there.
‘He cheats, he pays,’ Kate had told her, over and over again.
‘Where exactly are we?’ Rob asked. ‘Is that Sydney harbour bridge?’
‘Yep.’
Willa stood up, wrapped a sheet around her torso and ducked under his arm to move onto the veranda off the bedroom.
She leaned against the railing and pointed down to the jetty that kissed the crystal-clear water below. ‘At the end of the garden is a gate that leads onto that path, and via that jetty I have direct access to Parsley Bay. I can swim, snorkel, kayak, or picnic in the beautiful neighbouring parkland.’
Willa turned her back to the bay and looked at him.
‘It’s a big house on a big plot of land—six bedrooms, four bathrooms, lots of living space and decks. Double garage. Private.’
‘And you live here all alone?’ Rob asked, sceptical.
‘Ridiculous, isn’t it?’ Willa replied lightly, not wanting to go into details about her failed marriage. ‘The house is cold and empty and it should have kids running around in it, pets, people visiting and loud parties …’
‘Well, it will today.’
Willa looked at him blankly.
Rob grinned and she caught a flash of white teeth and the glint of the sun in his stubble. ‘Honey, you have a bunch of people arriving for a barbecue …’ he looked at his watch ‘… later this morning.’
It took a moment for her to remember that she’d invited the entire Whitsundays gang—not just her old friends—for a barbecue this morning.
Grabbing Rob’s wrist, she looked at the dial of his watch and let out a low wail of panic. She had nothing in her house to eat, no booze, and the fact that she had to entertain people she hadn’t seen in years—not to mention dealing with this very sexy souvenir from the night below—had panic crawling up her throat.
She couldn’t do this,—she really couldn’t. Maybe she could hustle Rob out through the front door and she could escape out the back—hightail it to her canoe and belt her way up the bay.
Opening her mouth like a fish desperate for oxygen, she stared at Rob in horror.
‘Take a breath, Willa,’ Rob suggested on a slow grin.
Willa slapped her hands against her cheeks and gasped as the sheet dropped and fell over the lounger. Rob’s eyes darkened with passion and his penis started to swell. Willa saw what was happening, lifted her hand and tried to step away from him—she really