Chapter 339
**Sara**
I took another sip, savoring both the rich coffee and the moment. Sydney sunshine streamed through the windows, painting golden rectangles on the plush carpet.
Tom scrolled through his phone, probably checking emails, but his free hand rested comfortably on my knee, thumb tracing absent circles.
It felt surreal being here, halfway around the world in a luxurious suite, with a man who looked at me like I was some kind of miracle.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" Tom asked, catching me staring.
"Just thinking about how weird life is. A few months ago, I was crying over Matt's cheating ass, and now I'm in Australia with you."
"Ah yes, when you put it that way, I sound like quite the upgrade." He puffed out his chest. "From cheating ass to Australia. I should put that on my business cards."
I snorted, nearly sending coffee up my nose. "Please don't."
"Too late. Already mentally designing them. 'Thomas Blackwood: Professor, Billionaire, Upgrade From Your Ex.'"
"You're ridiculous."
"You keep saying that, yet here you are, flying across the world to see me. What does that make you?"
"Sleep-deprived and easily persuaded by private jets?"
"I thought it was my charming personality and devastating good looks."
"Well, the abs don't hurt your case," I admitted, setting down my now-empty coffee mug.
"So you're only with me for my body? I feel so objectified right now."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, that's exactly it. I flew fifteen hours just to objectify you. My master plan is working perfectly."
"I knew it." He nodded sagely. "Women only want one thing, and it's disgusting."
"Coffee?" I suggested innocently.
"That too."
I stretched, feeling the last of the sleep fog lift from my brain. "Alright, I'm going to shower for real this time. Then we can go see this famous harbor you keep talking about."
Tom checked his watch. "Twenty-three minutes. You still had seven minutes of coffee time left."
"I'm efficient like that."
"Does this mean we can move on to the funny business portion of the morning?"
I stood up, stretching my arms above my head. "Depends on how fast you can catch me."
His eyes darkened with interest. "Is that a challenge, Ms. Parker?"
"Maybe." I stepped back toward the bedroom and then took another step. "But fair warning: I was the track team captain in high school."
"And I played rugby at Oxford." He rose from the couch with the fluid grace of a predator. "Your move."
I bolted for the bathroom, laughing as I heard him right behind me. I almost made it, too, but his arms wrapped around my waist just as my fingers grazed the doorknob.
"Caught you," he murmured against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I turned in his arms, trying to look disappointed but failing miserably. "Damn. And I was so close."
"You let me catch you."
"Did not."
"Did, too."
"Did-" His lips cut off my childish retort, and suddenly I couldn't remember what we were arguing about.
His arms tightened around me, pulling me closer until every inch of my body was pressed against his. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as his hands slid down my back, claiming me with a possessive touch that made my knees weak. Heat bloomed between us, my pulse racing as his fingers traced patterns that left me breathless and wanting.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, I pressed my forehead against his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat matched my own frantic rhythm. "I think we're delaying that shower," I murmured, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
"I think you're right." His hands slid under the hem of my tank top. "But I have an idea that might save water."
"Oh really? Very environmentally conscious of you."
"I'm practically a conservationist." He started walking me backward toward the shower, his lips never leaving mine for long. "Saving the planet, one shared shower at a time."
"Such a hero," I murmured against his mouth.
"I do what I can."
The back of my legs hit the cool tile as he reached around me to turn on the shower, hot steam quickly filling the spacious bathroom.
Water cascaded down the glass walls of the shower stall, and I raised an eyebrow at Tom. "Eager to join me, are we? Your hair's still damp from earlier. Getting two showers in one morning seems excessive, even for you."
"Who in their right mind would pass up showering with their gorgeous girlfriend?" He tugged playfully at the hem of my tank top. "Besides, I barely used any body wash earlier. Practically criminal. This is just me being thorough."
"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" I laughed, lifting my arms as he pulled my tank top over my head.
The cool air hit my bare breasts, and I watched his eyes darken as he took me in. "Fuck, Sara," he breathed, his voice dropping an octave. "You're perfect."
Before I could make some self-deprecating joke, his hands were on me, palms warm against my skin as they cupped my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, sending electric currents straight to my core.
"Perfect," he repeated, bending down to capture my lips in a kiss that stole my breath.
I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as his tongue explored my mouth. His hands never stopped their torturous movements, squeezing and caressing until my nipples hardened into tight peaks beneath his touch.
Without breaking the kiss, his hands slid down to my hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts. He tugged them down, leaving me in just my panties.
"These are cute," he murmured against my lips, tracing the lace edge of my panties. "But they need to go."
His hand slipped beneath the fabric, fingers seeking and finding the wetness between my thighs. I gasped as he ran a finger along my pussy, my hips bucking involuntarily.
"Someone's excited," he teased, his finger circling my clit with maddening slowness.
"Shut up," I managed to say, my voice embarrassingly breathy.
He chuckled. "Make me."
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