The Trouble With Coco Monroe (31 page)

Who’d believe the south of England at the end of August could be so blisteringly hot and sultry?

One leg bent at the knee lazily kicked back and forth.

Orchestral music floated on the gentle breeze.

She recognised the music from Final Fantasy The Realm Reborn. Her brother’s had been fans of the games for years and even now played them online.

Interesting, he always had music playing while he relaxed.

After five days she’d come to realise Rafe was a creature of habit.

He needed a consistent tempo to his day.

Morning jog, four miles.

Fruit and eggs for breakfast.

Fish or chicken salad for lunch.

Lean protein, vegetables for dinner, glass of wine, few carbs.

Swim in the pool.

Torture Coco.

‘Careful you don’t burn.’

She opened one eye as he pressed the back of his hand to her shoulder.

With a long, leisurely sweep, he stroked her back and rested his big hand on the curved cheek of her bottom and squeezed.

Right on cue her libido spiked.

He gave her bottom a gentle smack, rose and lifted the end of the sun lounger wheeling it under the shade of her umbrella.

Rolling onto her back, Coco treated herself to a long, lazy study of his amazing body.

His shoulders were wide and strong, the limbs long and lean.

He didn’t exactly have a six pack but his torso was toned and hard with a light dusting of black silky hair that ran in a deep V down past the waist of his shorts.

Today he wore multi-coloured board shorts, slung low on narrow hips.

The slashing colours only accentuated his tan.

Kneeling, he spread her legs and settled between them, the evidence of his hard arousal sent the usual jolt of liquid lust between her thighs.

Caging her under his body, he leaned on his elbows, tilted his hips.

Her brows shot into her hairline as she licked her bottom lip.

‘Again? I’m going to start calling you Rampant Rafe.’

His shout of laughter gave her a flash of his dimple.

She grinned up into his fabulous face.

Then that face went too serious.

Dark eyes were suddenly too intense as they stayed on hers.

‘I only want to make you happy,’ he said in a soft voice.

The tone was different, sombre.

And her heart did a strange little flutter against her ribs.

‘I am happy. Although there is something you could do to make me very happy.’

He bent his head, nuzzled her mouth with his.

‘Name it.’

The idea had been brewing for some time and Coco wondered if he would let her take control for once.

She placed the palm of her hand on his cheek before running tender fingers through black silky hair. Then her nails scraped his scalp.

Her eyes met his eyes.

‘Lose the shorts.’

After a stunned couple of beats, he grinned, stood and stripped.

His hard and heavy shaft bounced free.

She eyed the impressive proof of his need for her and licked her lips.

‘Where’s the oil you love to use on me?’

He cleared his throat and moved to the table under the sunshade, returning with the bottle of oil and a pack of condoms.

By this time she was on her feet next to the sun lounger and had a couple of cushions in her hands.

She took the oil and indicated the sun lounger.

‘Lie on your back.’

Lips twitching, Rafe did as she asked stretching out totally relaxed with his arms behind his head.

‘What are you thinking, Coco?’

Terribly turned on, her tongue circled her lips as she poured oil onto the palm of her hand.

‘I’m thinking that I’ve been terribly selfish. Spread your legs.’

He did as she asked and she sat between his muscled thighs with two cushions supporting the base of her spine.

Rafe’s hands balanced on her knees then stroked lazily down and up her calves.

His shaft, those heavy balls, were exposed to her hungry gaze.

‘You have a beautiful cock, Rafe, it’s so thick and hard and big. I’m going to touch you now, is that okay?’

The cock in question jerked, straining towards her.

Dark eyes burned into hers and he swallowed, took a breath.

‘Feel free, baby.’

Placing her left hand under his scrotum, she weighed his balls gently in her hand and Rafe groaned long and low in his throat.

Coco wrapped her right hand around his penis so that her palm made contact with the backside of his shaft, her thumb and fingers almost meeting in front.

She stroked once upward from the base to the tip spreading oil over his cock head and he trembled in reaction. At the top of his shaft she spent a long time stroking slowly and lightly focusing on the area just below the head where she knew it was the most sensitive.

‘Tell me what you want. Do you want me to stroke harder or softer?’

Eyes tightly closed, his breathing was too fast.

‘Jesus, where did you learn to do that?’

‘I’m going to take a firmer grip and use my thumb to spread those little beads of pre-cum around the tip. Tell me what you want, Rafael,’ her voice was a throaty purr and his penis swelled in her hand.

He shuddered out a breath.

‘Faster, harder.’

She did as he asked and added in a few gentle twists.

‘I love the feel of you in my hand. Your shaft is pulsing, throbbing in my palm. And your balls are swelling too. Do you like that? I’m really turned on feeling you tremble, Rafael. My bikini panties are wet.’

His hands were gripping the sides of the sun lounger, the knuckles white as his breath panted in his throat.

‘Jesus, I’m going to come!’

His long moan had her apply pressure to where the shaft continued underneath the skin below his testicles.

She was firm but gentle and continued to apply pressure until his need to release passed.

And noticed that even though her heart was pounding because she was so turned on by his response, their breathing had become synchronised again.

He took a long shuddering breath as she used a towel to carefully dry off the oil paying particular attention to his rock hard balls.

Stunned dark eyes held hers.

‘Where did you learn to do that?’

With a secret little smile she used the tip of her finger to gently wipe the clear liquid of pre cum from the tip.

Eyes still holding his, she licked the fluid from her finger and saw his pupils dilate.

‘Mmm, deliciously salty. Do you want me to lick you, to taste, to suck you, Rafael?’

His big body quivered and Coco had a heady sense of sheer feminine power, amazed that she’d brought such a strong man to his knees.

Those dark eyes never left hers.

He cleared his throat.

‘Only if you really want to. I know some women don’t like to... Oh, Christ...’

Her head was between Rafe’s legs and she was pushing one of his knees up to his chest to get better access.

Her hungry mouth was licking, tasting the too sensitive skin between his balls and the top of his thigh.

Where the hell had she learned to do...

He gasped out a breath as she gently nuzzled with her nose before sucking one of his balls into her hot wet mouth and his brain cells made a bid for freedom leaking out of his ears.

He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

Her mouth was the whole centre of his universe.

Then her tongue went on a journey of exploration along the tight line of his perineum and over his balls. Christ, she was licking him as if he was her favourite ice cream. And then he was in the soft, wet heat of her mouth and the flat of her tongue was doing amazing things to his rock hard cock.

Oh, God, he was going to...

‘Coco, please baby, I’m going to come, you don’t need to... Aaaah.’

She squeezed his balls gently applying just enough pressure that he arched his back, his neck, and cried out long and loud as the most amazing fucking orgasm of his life shot from his heels to the top of his head before spearing into his balls and up his cock. And heaven help him she sucked him dry of every single hot spurting drop of seed.

Once he got his breath back, he watched her through slitted eyes.

The little witch was sitting back on her heels her face flushed as she licked her lips looking so very pleased with herself.

Her nipples under her bikini top were rock hard.

‘Was that as good for you as it was for me?’ she purred.

What?

Was she out of her mind?

‘That was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.’

She crawled up his body and lay on top of him.

Gave him a big cheesy grin. ‘Result!’

He ran a shaky hand over her hair, down her cheek.

‘You didn’t have to swallow...’

Her fingertips pressed against his mouth.

Those wide violet eyes stayed on his.

‘I liked it. You taste clean and salty.’

And God help him, just like that, he was hard again.

What the hell was she doing to him?

He flipped her over onto her back and stared down into that beautiful face with big eyes staring into his and his heart tripped in his chest and fell right at her feet.

Chapter Thirty Six

Rafe went very still.

His gorgeous face was too sober.

‘I’ll never ever get enough of you,’ he said, his voice deep and low as his mouth took hers. His kiss was as possessive as ever, but when he raised his head there was an undercurrent of something elusive, something she couldn’t read in his eyes. ‘You have a mouth I’ll never get tired of kissing.’

Blinking, Coco leaned back to stare into those come-to-bed eyes. ‘That’s the loveliest thing you’ve ever said to me.’

She found she needed to clear her throat as that stare grew so intense her pulse jumped.

‘I need you,’ he told her.

His voice was so husky, the tone so deadly serious that for a moment a tiny shiver of anxiety ran up her spine.

What did that mean precisely?

He gently placed his big body on top of hers, chest to breast.

His eyes continued to hold hers as her heart kicked against his.

She inhaled and took the scent of him into her lungs as her body sizzled and burned in a way that was becoming all too familiar.

‘You’ve got me.’ There was a breathless plea in her voice that she simply couldn’t control.

She got a flash of a white smile before he lowered his head and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, gently pulling before slicking his tongue over her lip, then into her mouth to dance with hers.

Every time he made that particular move she got so ready for him it was scary.

The look in his eye told her he knew exactly what was happening inside her body.

‘I want more. Much more,’ he said so seriously it made her frown.

She had the strange feeling he was trying to send her some sort of message.

There was no point in over thinking things, Coco decided as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

‘What more do you want?’

‘I want you on your hands and knees.’

He kissed her again and slipped nimble fingers around to the back of her black bikini.

The tug as he removed her top had her looking down at her breasts. They were paler than the rest of her and her nipples resembled two bullets, as they grew hard under his hot gaze.

He pushed her back on the sun bed and rose, sliding her bikini bottom down her legs, off her feet and tossed it over his shoulder.

‘Open your legs. Let me see you,’ his voice was so deep with arousal, she found herself obeying without another thought. Those eyes were black as night as his gaze burned her slick core. ‘You are so fucking beautiful, Coco.’

An illicit little thrill ran up her spine and her mouth went dry as adrenaline roared through her system and she realised she was holding her breath.

He caught her wrists and hauled her to her feet, pulled her into his arms tight against his body, burying his face in her neck.

The feel of his rock hard erection pushing against her soft belly, made her press her lips to his chest. Slowly she brought her arms around his waist holding him close.

She slid her hands up his back and over wide shoulders, up his neck to tunnel her fingers in his hair.

‘I can’t get enough of you,’ he told her without lifting his face from her neck. ‘I don’t know what I’m going to do about you.’

The tone alerted her to the fact that this was very different from the relaxed fun and frolics they’d indulged in before.

Ordering himself to be gentle, to take care with her, Rafe’s hands framed her face tilting her head up so their eyes met.

His pounding heart squeezed in his chest.

She was so beautiful.

Those pouting lips just begged him to take. Those big eyes gazed into his with absolute trust.

How the hell had he managed to live without her for so long?

A savage need went from his mind to his body in a flood of heat that contracted every muscle.

Desire burst through him, raw, primitive and too strong.

Love for her merged with a hunger that was so much more than mere lust.

He was a man starving, almost possessed, craving her in a way that shook him to his very soul.

Those vivid eyes, huge now with concern, scanned his face as her fingertips gently caressed his cheek.

The moment she touched him, his body reacted with a brutal almost painful force, filling his cock, making it ache with demand.

‘Condom,’ he said.

And once he broke the seal, Coco rolled the protection over his erection in a way that made him hiss through his teeth.

Bending his head to the enticement of her soft mouth, he stroked his tongue over her full lower lip, tasting the sheer essence of her that he simply couldn’t get enough of.

The way she trembled in reaction just added fuel to a fire now burning out of control.

She couldn’t know how much he needed her.

Rafe had never felt like this, a tormented desperation just to touch her.