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  “I want you so much, baby. I’ve always wanted to explore your sexy body with my hands and my mouth. I want to feel you in my hands. Your taste on my tongue as I make you come. That’s how I felt the moment you walked into the international center room,” he growled, his words nearly making me come right there and then.

  I chose not to respond, instead wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing him down on the sofa. We fell down on the cushions, and yet our mouth never parted. We were too engrossed in each other, in trying to take off our clothes as lust took a greater hold of us.

  I lifted up my head and kissed him all over. I peppered him with hot, wet kisses, all over the length of his neck. My mouth connected with his pulse point, and sucked down on it. I wanted to drive him crazy, just as he had driven me to madness as I felt his hands all over the small of my back.

  “You sure you want this?” he snarled. His hazel eyes droopy and his thick lashes brushed up against his cheeks.

  He was asking me if I wanted to have sex with him. Him, the man I had just met a little while ago and whose bed I was planning to share. I didn’t know what excited me most - the idea of sleeping with a dark, gloomy man, or the deep rumble of his voice. Perhaps, both.

  I nodded at his question, my voice hoarse as I answered, “Yes. I want this. I want to lay in your arms afterwards too, Wiremu.”

  He closed his eyes and pulled me down to him. He kissed me softly, gently and gradually, as his fingers grabbed ahold of my waist. His hips jerked beneath me, making me aware that the monster between his thighs threatened to delve into my wet opening. My blood pumped with alcohol. I was practically high, as he ground his cock against my pussy, his hands excavating my flesh deeper.

  My legs were around his thighs, and my wet heat ground down on his erection. I couldn’t stop the loud moans that were erupting from my throat, nor did I bother to stifle my cries, as he cursed under his breath. Before I knew what was happening, he flipped us over and I was flat on my back.

  His fingers fumbled with the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up until it was off. I watched with dazed eyes, as he unclasped my bra, tugging the cups down and revealing my mounds. My nipples perked up when his beautiful hazel eyes landed on the hard peaks, his tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip. At that moment, Wiremu looked like a predator hungry for his prey, and I cried out immediately when he latched onto my pink nipple. My back arched. My fingers wove into his dark mane and tugged him closer, burying his face in my chest as his tongue flicked my erect peaks.

  “Delicious as fuck,” he snarled and sucked the tip.

  I cried out in ecstasy. My head lifted up from the cushions, and my fingernails kept his skull there. My legs quivered around him. A ball of pleasure circled in the pit of my belly, threatening to wash over me, as I felt the suction of his mouth on my throbbing nipple. I couldn’t stop my body from thrashing beneath him. My breasts rose and fell as I watched him make his way down. First kissing my collarbone before fondling my mountain-like mounds.

  I panted as he searched for the button of my jeans. His fingers shook from anticipation, as he lowered my zipper down, grabbing a hold of my jeans to yank the heavy material down. I lifted my hips, our eyes meeting. He pulled them down with one motion, throwing the denim fabric behind us. He lowered his gaze and inspected my black lace panties, licking his lips once more as if he couldn’t wait to taste my pussy.

  He clasped the waistband of my panties and jerked it down, completely exposing me to him. I cried out softly when he spread my legs open, looking down at that pink meaty flesh between my wet folds. I was so wet. So soaked that I could it feel it down to my bones. I reached up and groped my own breasts, pinching and rolling the rosy peaks in attempt to stay aroused, although, I was sure I didn’t need anything else to stay stimulated, as long as he continued to inspect my cunt.

  “Gorgeous,” he said before he dropped down to his knees.

  I cried out softly when he dipped his face, burrowing deeper between my legs as his tongue poked out and stabbed at my soaked slit. I widened my stance and let him draw closer, as he ran the length of his tongue on my aching nub. I ran my fingers through his dark mane, massaging his skull in encouragement as he snarled. He suckled on my lower orifice, taking one lip in his mouth. I was already over the edge, and it was just a matter of time before I was coming.

  I clenched my thighs as my inner muscles contracted. My scream filling in his whole apartment.

  Chapter Three

  I felt the head of his cock prodding my wet opening. I wrapped my arms around his neck, just as my legs lifted up and coiled around his hips. I was more than ready to feel his dick sliding in between my thighs. My pussy clenched and unclenched as he aligned the mushroom tip. My heart thumped hard against my chest, driving me crazy as he entered with one swift thrust.

  I cried out from the unexpected force and dropped my forehead onto his shoulder. I clamped my teeth down on my bottom lip, seeing the stars and the moon, as he started to move. My lips parted automatically, as his tongue delved inside my orifice, exploring it as he licked the roof of my mouth. An ache circled in my core, needing to be quenched, as I lifted my hips up in an effort to meet his thrusts.

  “So fucking good,” he growled.

  “Wiremu,” I breathed.

  “What do you want babe?” he asked, continuing to thrust inside of me.

  “I need to feel you inside me. Driving into me as I feel myself come around you,” I said. I was never one for dirty talking, but with him, I felt like I was changing all the time.

  My breasts grew heavy as he fondled them, pinching and rolling the tips as he pulled back a little. He placed his palms on either side of my body. His hands wrapped around my thighs as he pulled them up high, exposing me to him in such a vulnerable position. I stared deeply into his hazel eyes, our gazes never breaking, as he began to move again. A moan escaped my lips, filling our auricles as my back arched in pleasure.

  I was in far too deep to care if I was looking like a wanton woman underneath him, because truth be told, the only thing I wanted was to come right then and there and convulse around his cock.

  “So tight. So fucking wet around my cock,” he snarled, picking up his pace.

  I grabbed a hold of the armrest on the sofa. My elbows bent and my fingers curled around the cushion side, my hips driving toward my release. I pushed back against him, as my gaze lowered and found where we connected. I could see his condom-covered cock sliding in and out of my wet hole, filling me up as I saw his thick length growing wetter and wetter from my slick juices.

  A sharp bite of pleasure rolled through me as my inner walls clenched and unclenched. My scream shattering the night, as my world split in half from the strong intensity of my orgasm. I felt Wiremu shudder above me. His hairy thighs brushed against my soft skin, his pubic bone brushed up against my clit, only intensifying the pleasure.

  He fell on top of me, our breathing ragged, as he continued to pump in and out. I kept his head to my breasts, feeling exhausted as sleep overtook me.

  ***

  The sound of birds chirping outside awoke me. I blinked through the haziness of slumber. My head pounded slightly as someone beside me stirred. My head shot to the side, taking in the sleeping Wiremu. I smiled gently, loving the five o’ clock shadow that covered his chin. He looked exhausted, yet satisfied and young this morning.

  I stifled the urge to reach out and touched his face. I didn’t want to complicate things between us, knowing that we had crossed boundaries last night—I didn’t know how I would be able to take things back. Events from last night came crashing down on me. The tenderness between my legs was an indication of great sex. I blushed at the memory of him taking me so roughly. His massive length stroking in and out, making me cry out in pleasure.

  I slid out of bed, careful not to wake him, as I grabbed my clothes from the night before. I made my way into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. There were dark shadows underneath my eyes, but they
were barely visible as I looked down at my curvy body. At 5’4”, I had what I considered to be an average body. Massive hips, a jiggly ass and C-cup breasts.

  My skin was flushed from last night’s activities. I pushed the thought aside and shimmied back into my clothes. I walked back into his room and retrieved my purse and phone that laid silently on his coffee table. I cast a quick look toward him. Wiremu was still sleeping in his bed. His beautiful body highlighted by the sunlight. With a worried line on my forehead, I bent down and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

  I wasn’t one to leave things like this, especially not after a one night stand. I cupped his cheek, stroking that defined feature before I let go. He would probably hate me when he saw me again, but I couldn’t exactly put myself into a relationship right now. Not when I was going back to Germany after two and a half years.

  I thought about leaving without a note, but as I stared back at him, I knew that I couldn’t leave without an explanation. I grabbed a piece of paper and pen, and wrote my reason for leaving and left it on his coffee table.

  I closed the door with a soft click. The sound of my leaving brought an ache in my heart, but this was for the better. I called for a taxi and hopped in, never looking back as the vehicle sped away.

  The neighborhood was still quiet by the time I reached my host family’s house. I quickly paid the driver and unlocked the door. Fortunately for me, I was given an extra key and ushered myself in. The house was still quiet. And judging by the snoring upstairs, the boys was still asleep.

  ***

  “So, where did you run off to that night?” Chelsea asked, as we made our way to our next class.

  It had been a week since the party, and I hadn’t seen Wiremu once since then. I grew worried. I should be concerned about him, right? Judging by the way I left things. I was nibbling on my bottom lip, when Chelsea repeated her question.

  “Earth to Tina! Are you there?” she asked, sounding impatient.

  I shook my reverie away and stared into my friend’s blue eyes. “I’m sorry. I was somewhere else.”

  She huffed. “I noticed.”

  “What were you asking again, sorry?” I asked.

  “I was asking about your sudden disappearance. I didn’t see you come home with anybody else, and according to Anika—she said she last saw you with Wiremu. Is that true?”

  I pressed my lips into a tight line. I didn’t know how much I should tell her about my one-night stand with him. So, I made what I thought was a reasonable decision.

  “I did leave with him.” I said, nodding in agreement. “We went back to his house and listened to some of his playlists.”

  Chelsea shrieked as if she’d just seen the One Direction band. Her beautiful eyes lit up in excitement as she reached out and gripped my arm. “Are you shitting me?”

  I shook my head no.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me! Wiremu would never do that.”

  I frowned. “Do what?”

  “Bring a girl to his apartment! As far as I know, he doesn’t like people invading his personal space. Also known as his house.”

  My mouth formed into an O shape. Could that be the truth? If so, then why did he bring me along with him? Could it possibly be...because of sex?

  Questions were piling on top of each other, as Chelsea picked up another conversation. “That was so weird! Why would he bring you in, and not any of the girls he dated before?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t actually know. Weird, right?”

  “Yes!” my friend exclaimed. She paused, pulling me along with her. “Did you sleep with him?”

  Had I been so obvious about my attraction to him? So obvious that even Chelsea had picked up on it?

  “Why are you asking me that?” I asked.

  She rolled her eyes. “You must have slept with him. If not, there must be some other good reason to why he brought you home to his apartment. I mean, we’re friends and he never invited me over. He is so weird, I swear.”

  I zoned out as she kept on droning. I was too distracted to listen to what Chelsea was saying. My head was too wrapped up in my own problems that I hadn’t realized we had reached our class already. I pushed through the double doors and took my usual place in class.

  “Did you get the notes from yesterday?” Chelsea asked, obviously finished with her blabbering.

  I nodded. “Yeah. Did you want them?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I grabbed my notebook from my bag and handed them over. I had my laptop opened in front of me, but as old habits die hard, I was more comfortable with using empty notebooks to jot notes down.

  It was just after my computer had finished loading, that I finally realized someone had his eyes on me. I felt my neck prickling, as I tried to keep my head down. A minute later, I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked up from my computer screen and noticed a pair of hazel eyes burrowing into me.

  My mouth parted in shock. I couldn’t tear my gaze away, as Wiremu’s eyes looked me over, his gaze steady and never wavering like mine. My body grew rigid and my breathing labored, as a brief flash of his mouth licking my pussy went through my head, taking me over to the edge. My forehead broke out into a sweat. A drop of perspiration trickled down the side of my head. My hands grew clammy as I wiped them on my jeans.

  The tension between us built. It was a lot stronger than before, and I didn’t know how to break away.

  “Is this all of it?” Chelsea’s question cut through my thoughts.

  I blinked and tore my eyes away from his. I focused my attention on my friend who was looking from me to Wiremu with a quizzical look on her face. I was glad when she didn’t ask what was wrong, because I couldn’t find the words right now.

  “Yeah, that’s all of it.” I answered.

  She nodded and continued to jot the notes down. The professor walked in a minute later, telling us to keep it down, so he could start the lesson for the day. I listened to the first half of his class, my mind too far away. And when I looked back in Wiremu’s direction, he was no longer there.

  I lowered my gaze to the floor, my eyes taking in the dirt on my Converse, as I let the professor’s words washed over me. Remorse was eating me up and I didn’t know what to do now. Wiremu seemed to hate me, and I wondered if he’d read the note I left on his coffee table.

  The day went by in a blur. I continued to go to my classes and I went to the library for a book I needed, all the while having Wiremu’s intense gaze in my head. I blamed myself for getting caught up in the throngs of passion. Although I was attracted to him, I wished that our one night stand had never happened—Because at the end of it all, it had just complicated our friendship—or lack thereof.

  And just when I had earned his trust, I blew it. I was such a mess right now. And I didn’t know what to do to get out of it.

  Chapter Four

  I took up windsurfing.

  My instructor happened to be a good-looking, blonde-haired surfer with a knack for dropping his board every time. Fortunately, for me, I just needed him to teach me windsurfing and I hoped his slight clumsiness wouldn’t affect me.

  Windsurfing seemed to be the best idea to take my mind off Wiremu. After our little incident a few days back, he hadn’t approached me or made a move to call me, even though I left my number. I understood that it was partially my fault for leaving him after a one-night stand, but I didn’t want him avoiding me. Even though I had been an asshole toward him, treating him like what happened between us was nothing.

  I sat on the bench along with five other people. According to the lesson instructions, only six people were allowed to join the class. From where I was seated, I could see the blonde instructor squinting up the sky. A stream of sunlight cascaded down on him, highlighting his straw-colored mane.

  I placed a hand on my forehead, blocking out the sun to peer at him closer. I ran my eyes over his handsome face. I took in the square jaw, his blue eyes that sparkled against the light and the way his lips formed a slight smile when one o
f his student’s said something.

  His aura conveyed attraction, sexiness and something else entirely. The blond instructor seemed to be one of those guys, who spend too much time looking in the mirror, trying to gauge their looks and whether their hair is perfect.

  “Welcome, beginners!” the blonde instructor said, smiling as he looked at us. “My name is Theo and I will be your instructor for the next couple of weeks.”

  A loud hoot of ‘yeah!’ erupted from us in unison.

  Theo—the blond instructor—chuckled under his breath and shook his head, sending a lock of blond hair flying.

  “Alright, you lot. For today’s lesson, we’ll cover the basics for the next 90 minutes. Then, in just about an hour, you’ll be out in the water, sailing like pros. Hopefully. Otherwise, you’ll get a money-back-guaranteed refund from us.”

  A burst of laughter echoed around me, and for the next hour, Theo kept us busy. He went through all the instructions and showed us where the wetsuit and appropriate shoes were for surfing, as well as other stuff we would need for the day’s lesson. I felt my excitement bubble to the surface, as I went to the bathroom and quickly got changed. This would be the first time I would do something exhilarating, and I couldn’t wait to get out into the water.

  A light tap on my arm made me turn around. I was surprised to see Theo standing in front of me, a crooked smile on his lips.

  “Hi,” he greeted.

  “Hey,” I responded.

  “You’re part of the group, right?” he asked.

  I nodded in clarification. “Yeah, I am.”

  “What’s your name?” he prodded.

  “I’m Tina,” I said and held out my hand for him to shake.

  He looked down and stared at my fingers, then his eyes lifted back up again and met mine. His beautiful blue eyes glinted against the light. The color was the same hue as the ocean behind us. Finally, just as I thought he wasn’t going to shake it, he took my hand in his and raised it to his lips.

  A jolt of pleasure pooled in my belly the moment his lips touched the back of my palm. My skin tingled from the contact.