to the slender curve of her neck, kissing the small hollow at the base of her throat. “Let’s make this a year to remember. Say yes to me Nicole.”
Her fingers in his hair made him shudder. She pulled the elastic from his ponytail. How he loved to feel those soft little hands touching him.
“Yes,” she whispered back, kissing the top of his head.
He sighed, clasping her tightly against him. His entire body trembled with sensation, such sweet and tender sensation he never wanted to end. Philip had never felt anything like it in his life, and he reveled in it, loving it, loving her.
CH APTER SEVEN
Mount Wellington could be seen towering over the skyline of the city like a giant monolith for miles around, but when Nicole was standing on top of it, she witnessed what had to be one of the most spectacular sights in the world. With Philip beside her, his arms around her waist, she stared transfixed down at the sprawling city and the Derwent River snaking its way through undulating green hills that seemed to go on forever.
They had taken a bus trip up the mountain with Trisha, Jim, Robert, Steve, Belinda and Rachel. Tomorrow Trisha and Nicole were due to leave for their tour. Glancing up into Philip’s handsome face, Nicole almost wished they weren’t going. She didn’t want to leave him just yet.
The two of them had stayed on the yacht for another hour or so, talking and kissing. Nobody had disturbed them, and it had been well after three in the morning before Philip finally left her at the door of her hotel room with another tender kiss. They had been engrossed in a special little world of their own. But the moment she’d woken, the rest of the world had made her aware of its existence as Trisha demanded to know where she and Philip had disappeared to the previous evening.
“I’m not the only one who saw you head off together. Beware when you see your parents today. They’re not happy,” she had told her.
“Why am I not surprised? They don’t like Philip one little bit,” Nicole replied.
“But you do. You’ve changed your mind about him, haven’t you?”
“You were right. His kisses are divine. And before you ask, yes, I have agreed to keep seeing him when we get back to Sydney.”
Trisha beamed a happy smile. “I can’t believe that we’ve both met the men of our dreams through this yacht race.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” But with each passing minute her hope of a relationship with Philip spanning past a quick affair increased. The way he kept holding onto her was proof of how much he desired her and the glitter in his eyes showed promise of future pleasures.
The group had lunch at the restaurant on the mountain top, listening to more of Rachel’s outrageous tales. Nicole began to wonder if she was making them up, but her son vouched for each and every one. Nicole admired the older woman for her adventurousness, making her realize what a sheltered life she’d led. The biggest risk she’d ever taken was a hiking trip where she had abseiled in the Blue Mountains. She supposed getting involved with Philip Pelayo was also a risk. Trisha wouldn’t see it that way, but Nicole was both afraid and hopeful of the course their relationship would take.
When the bus arrived back in Hobart, Robert was keen to head for Constitution Dock to see how the preparations were coming along for their return journey. Since he had almost fully recovered, their father had agreed to let him sail back with them. The return trip was always more relaxed, and the crew planned on stopping at a few scenic ports of call before leaving Tasmania.
Several vessels had already left, but the dock was still bustling with activity. Two of Peter Cameron’s business associates were washing down the deck when the group arrived.
“Just in time to lend a hand,” the man at the bow greeted them. “If you girls are coming aboard, hold onto the rail. The deck’s very slippery.”
Philip had already stepped onto the
Her fingers in his hair made him shudder. She pulled the elastic from his ponytail. How he loved to feel those soft little hands touching him.
“Yes,” she whispered back, kissing the top of his head.
He sighed, clasping her tightly against him. His entire body trembled with sensation, such sweet and tender sensation he never wanted to end. Philip had never felt anything like it in his life, and he reveled in it, loving it, loving her.
CH APTER SEVEN
Mount Wellington could be seen towering over the skyline of the city like a giant monolith for miles around, but when Nicole was standing on top of it, she witnessed what had to be one of the most spectacular sights in the world. With Philip beside her, his arms around her waist, she stared transfixed down at the sprawling city and the Derwent River snaking its way through undulating green hills that seemed to go on forever.
They had taken a bus trip up the mountain with Trisha, Jim, Robert, Steve, Belinda and Rachel. Tomorrow Trisha and Nicole were due to leave for their tour. Glancing up into Philip’s handsome face, Nicole almost wished they weren’t going. She didn’t want to leave him just yet.
The two of them had stayed on the yacht for another hour or so, talking and kissing. Nobody had disturbed them, and it had been well after three in the morning before Philip finally left her at the door of her hotel room with another tender kiss. They had been engrossed in a special little world of their own. But the moment she’d woken, the rest of the world had made her aware of its existence as Trisha demanded to know where she and Philip had disappeared to the previous evening.
“I’m not the only one who saw you head off together. Beware when you see your parents today. They’re not happy,” she had told her.
“Why am I not surprised? They don’t like Philip one little bit,” Nicole replied.
“But you do. You’ve changed your mind about him, haven’t you?”
“You were right. His kisses are divine. And before you ask, yes, I have agreed to keep seeing him when we get back to Sydney.”
Trisha beamed a happy smile. “I can’t believe that we’ve both met the men of our dreams through this yacht race.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” But with each passing minute her hope of a relationship with Philip spanning past a quick affair increased. The way he kept holding onto her was proof of how much he desired her and the glitter in his eyes showed promise of future pleasures.
The group had lunch at the restaurant on the mountain top, listening to more of Rachel’s outrageous tales. Nicole began to wonder if she was making them up, but her son vouched for each and every one. Nicole admired the older woman for her adventurousness, making her realize what a sheltered life she’d led. The biggest risk she’d ever taken was a hiking trip where she had abseiled in the Blue Mountains. She supposed getting involved with Philip Pelayo was also a risk. Trisha wouldn’t see it that way, but Nicole was both afraid and hopeful of the course their relationship would take.
When the bus arrived back in Hobart, Robert was keen to head for Constitution Dock to see how the preparations were coming along for their return journey. Since he had almost fully recovered, their father had agreed to let him sail back with them. The return trip was always more relaxed, and the crew planned on stopping at a few scenic ports of call before leaving Tasmania.
Several vessels had already left, but the dock was still bustling with activity. Two of Peter Cameron’s business associates were washing down the deck when the group arrived.
“Just in time to lend a hand,” the man at the bow greeted them. “If you girls are coming aboard, hold onto the rail. The deck’s very slippery.”
Philip had already stepped onto the
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