Chapter 1
Chloe awoke. There was someone in bed with her. She blinked her eyes against the piercing sunlight that was flooding the room. The realisation struck her that something hard was pressing between the cheeks of her bare bottom. It continued to probe. Chloe gasped - no mistaking what it was - and it was causing exquisite sensations.
She scanned the room for clues to his identity, and took in her discarded clothes along with an unfamiliar denim jacket. Her head pounded with the after effects of too much drink. In her dreamy, hungover state she felt the stirrings of arousal. Something was holding her back from doing the sensible thing, to turn round and discover his identity. Behind her she heard the steady breathing of a man who was still asleep. That would buy her some time until she decided what to do.
While waiting for the stranger to awaken she pieced together yesterday’s memories. Since finishing law school two months ago she had been touring around Australia. She had taken the ten hour bus journey from Sydney to Byron Bay, the notorious hippy resort on the east coast. Yes, she remembered now, getting off the bus in the evening. Sweaty and tired she had made her way to the nearest bar. And then? Images floated into focus, it was coming back to her, gradually now. Her eyes felt dry and she needed a drink. She had met a man, an English man, they had had several drinks.... He had been amusing, with a dry sense of humour. And then? Had they made love? Chloe had not the faintest recollection of that occurring. With a sense of dread she hoped that they had not. It was not something she was in the habit of doing, sleeping with strange men the first night she met them.
His cock was still pressing into her, lower now, just skimming over her labia. She bit her lip as a little tremor ran through her. It was this pleasant pressure, she realised, that was making her reluctant to turn to face him. An image was forming in her mind, of the man she had spent the evening with, handsome, with dark hair. A snatch of conversation floated into her mind,
“They’re after me, I know it.” He’d said. “They’ve followed me from London. I chose this place because its completely off the beaten track, just surfers and new agers, and still they find me.” She must have looked puzzled because he had continued. “I saw the two of them, waiting for me outside my hotel in a car. Now, everywhere I look I see them. They’re tailing me. Its time to move on.”
She tried to make sense of it all as she stared at the blank, functional walls of the room. She could hear the splash of the swimming pool beyond the window. She barely remembered booking herself into this place, which from the look of it was a youth hostel. Behind her he started to murmur, beginning the slow journey from sleep to consciousness. Reluctantly, she turned towards him. He was lying with his head along one luxuriously outstretched arm. Her eyes took in the curve of his biceps, then ran down to his bronzed chest, firmly muscled, broad and hairless and very provocative. It was an enormous relief to find that he was so good looking. Her anxiety now dissolved, she desperately wanted to touch him. When he opened his eyes she was lying only centimetres away. They were a clear, piercing blue, fringed with black lashes. Blinking, he focused on her. He rubbed his square chin, covered in stubble, and smiled.
“Who on earth are you?” He spoke in an immaculate English accent.
She pulled the sheet up, the fact that she was completely naked with a strange man, suddenly making her blush.
“I’m Chloe.”
He propped himself up on one arm. “Oh, right. I’m Jaspar.” He fixed her with that direct stare of his which made her feel as if she had something to feel guilty about. “And could you tell me how we happen to be sharing this bed?”
“No, I was hoping you could tell me.” She paused, lowering her eyelids, then meeting his gaze again. “Did we?”
“Did we what?” There was a trace of humour in his voice.
“Well, you know, have....”
“Spit it out!”
“Sex!” she blurted.
Falling back onto the pillow, his chest shuddered with laughter.
“Well, that is nice! I took you to heaven and back ooh two or three times. And you tell me you can’t remember any of it?”
“Well, I do remember meeting you, and getting horrendously pissed.”
“Oh, you do exaggerate, Chloe, a few beers, a couple of whiskeys. You were perfectly lucid.”
While they were talking he had edged himself forward on the bed, so that again she could feel his erect cock brushing against her pubic hair. His body emanated heat, a heat that was causing thoughts to swirl and collide in her head. She was confused and unsure what to believe about him. He was dangerous, she sensed that. But he was also a puzzle that Chloe was determined to get to the bottom of. If only she could recall the night’s events fully. She swept her long blonde hair away from her forehead which was damp with perspiration, the movement causing the sheet to fall away revealing her full breasts, tanned to a golden brown and scattered with freckles in the hollow between them. She reached down to pull up the sheet but he gently pushed it away again.
“I just can’t remember. What did we do exactly?” she murmured. His gaze had moved from her large grey-green eyes, skimming over her delicate nose, her mouth with its fuller lower lip and had finally come to rest on her breasts, scrutinising her nipples which tingled and hardened under his gaze.
“When I see those the memories come flooding back to me.” He paused as if chewing over a thought. “Look, why waste time with me giving you a detailed account of what happened last night.”
