things that only they understood. And they kissed, not bothering to hide their affection in front of him and his brothers.
He’d never thought about the relationship between the two of them until now. But there must have been a passion there, something that held them together during the long absences. His mum had never talked about it, but then he’d never asked. He and his siblings had always been reluctant to say anything, knowing that she was still mourning her husband twenty years later.
But that was exactly why this thing he had with Amy couldn’t last beyond this trip. One wrong step on a mountainside somewhere and she’d be a grieving widow and single parent, just like his mother. He looked down into Amy’s eyes and smiled. No, they couldn’t have this for long, but Mal was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.
Bending close, he covered her lips with his, the familiar taste of her mouth acting like a drug on his senses. This addiction was getting out of control, a habit he needed to feed every few hours. Touch, taste, a long look or the sound of her voice. It didn’t matter what it was.
Her fingers fumbled with the zipper on his jacket and when she finally got it down, she pushed the down-filled fabric aside and pulled his warm body against hers. As they snogged in the snow, they struggled to find familiar spots, skin-to-skin contact to satisfy the desires burning inside them both.
The sky was cloudless and there was no wind, but the winter sun hung lower on the horizon, offering little in the way of warmth. But it didn’t matter. The cold couldn’t penetrate the haze of passion that enveloped them.
He yanked her jacket aside, then made his way through the layers until he found the soft flesh of her breast. Exposing it briefly to the cold, Mal tongued her nipple until it rose into a stiff peak.
His breath clouded in front of his face as he blew on her nipple, and Amy looked down and smiled. When he moved to the other breast, she moaned softly, furrowing her fingers through his hair.
Mal imagined her naked, the way she’d been last night, her body ripe and ready for his caress. He wanted that now, but it was impossible in the cold and snow. Instead, he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her pants.
A gasp slipped from her throat when he found the spot. He knew how to make her come quickly. And he knew how to make it last, tormenting her with one slow climb after another. This time around it would be short and sweet, as he didn’t want her to get too cold. He’d take the long route later tonight, in the relative warmth of their tent.
Amy closed her eyes as he brought her to the edge, her body responding to his touch as it always did. And when the first wave hit her, she arched her back and grabbed his arm, dissolving into a series of deep spasms. He caught her lips in a long, deep kiss, silencing her moans of pleasure. And when she finally grew still, Mal drew back.
“Now, see? That wasn’t a disaster,” he teased.
“No,” Amy replied, breathless, her face flushed.
“Maybe I’ll have to keep you in a constant state of anticipation, just to keep your mind focused and your fears at bay.”
“Yes, please,” Amy said.
“Do you want to tell me what was bothering you earlier?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Not now.”
Mal nuzzled her neck. “You know, if we were in the Himalayas, we wouldn’t be able to do this. The Sherpas believe it’s disrespectful to engage in carnal activities in such a holy spot. They say it brings bad karma.”
“We don’t need any bad karma on this trip,” she said.
“That doesn’t apply to New Zealand mountains,” Mal assured her. “Kiwis are a randy lot. We’ll shag whenever we come across a pleasant spot on the trail.”
“I guess we won’t be making any trips to the Himalayas, then.”
“I guess not,” Mal murmured.
They both knew that Everest was in the Himalayas. She hadn’t mentioned the story about his father again. Mal
He’d never thought about the relationship between the two of them until now. But there must have been a passion there, something that held them together during the long absences. His mum had never talked about it, but then he’d never asked. He and his siblings had always been reluctant to say anything, knowing that she was still mourning her husband twenty years later.
But that was exactly why this thing he had with Amy couldn’t last beyond this trip. One wrong step on a mountainside somewhere and she’d be a grieving widow and single parent, just like his mother. He looked down into Amy’s eyes and smiled. No, they couldn’t have this for long, but Mal was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.
Bending close, he covered her lips with his, the familiar taste of her mouth acting like a drug on his senses. This addiction was getting out of control, a habit he needed to feed every few hours. Touch, taste, a long look or the sound of her voice. It didn’t matter what it was.
Her fingers fumbled with the zipper on his jacket and when she finally got it down, she pushed the down-filled fabric aside and pulled his warm body against hers. As they snogged in the snow, they struggled to find familiar spots, skin-to-skin contact to satisfy the desires burning inside them both.
The sky was cloudless and there was no wind, but the winter sun hung lower on the horizon, offering little in the way of warmth. But it didn’t matter. The cold couldn’t penetrate the haze of passion that enveloped them.
He yanked her jacket aside, then made his way through the layers until he found the soft flesh of her breast. Exposing it briefly to the cold, Mal tongued her nipple until it rose into a stiff peak.
His breath clouded in front of his face as he blew on her nipple, and Amy looked down and smiled. When he moved to the other breast, she moaned softly, furrowing her fingers through his hair.
Mal imagined her naked, the way she’d been last night, her body ripe and ready for his caress. He wanted that now, but it was impossible in the cold and snow. Instead, he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her pants.
A gasp slipped from her throat when he found the spot. He knew how to make her come quickly. And he knew how to make it last, tormenting her with one slow climb after another. This time around it would be short and sweet, as he didn’t want her to get too cold. He’d take the long route later tonight, in the relative warmth of their tent.
Amy closed her eyes as he brought her to the edge, her body responding to his touch as it always did. And when the first wave hit her, she arched her back and grabbed his arm, dissolving into a series of deep spasms. He caught her lips in a long, deep kiss, silencing her moans of pleasure. And when she finally grew still, Mal drew back.
“Now, see? That wasn’t a disaster,” he teased.
“No,” Amy replied, breathless, her face flushed.
“Maybe I’ll have to keep you in a constant state of anticipation, just to keep your mind focused and your fears at bay.”
“Yes, please,” Amy said.
“Do you want to tell me what was bothering you earlier?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Not now.”
Mal nuzzled her neck. “You know, if we were in the Himalayas, we wouldn’t be able to do this. The Sherpas believe it’s disrespectful to engage in carnal activities in such a holy spot. They say it brings bad karma.”
“We don’t need any bad karma on this trip,” she said.
“That doesn’t apply to New Zealand mountains,” Mal assured her. “Kiwis are a randy lot. We’ll shag whenever we come across a pleasant spot on the trail.”
“I guess we won’t be making any trips to the Himalayas, then.”
“I guess not,” Mal murmured.
They both knew that Everest was in the Himalayas. She hadn’t mentioned the story about his father again. Mal
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