Lowering her arms, she flicked her wet hands and assumed a resigned mask.
‘Maybe they’ve gone for a trek down the bank.’
Mr Glenrowan had suggested they take his pickup in case, after a big swim, anyone was too tired to walk back. Parking just beyond the bank’s skirt of trees, Nate had left the keys in the ignition. Now, they heard that engine splutter to life. Next came a series of distant gear crunches, then the sound of tyres rolling away.
Roxy slouched. ‘Well, that was a waste of time.’
‘Depends how you look at it.’
The smile and intent was back in his eyes. A pulse popped low in his cheek at the same time his attention dipped to sweep a scorching line across her lips. Then he tipped closer, edged damp hair aside and dropped a light moist kiss on a particularly sensitive part of her neck.
‘I don’t think they’ll come back,’ he murmured. ‘Doesn’t mean we have to leave.’ He nuzzled along the line of her jaw, then, at last, his mouth veered towards hers and brushed a single haunting time.
Their lips all but touching, they peered into each other’s eyes. When his head drew back an inch, caught again in the tide, she followed and this time her lips did the grazing—once, twice and over again. He might drive her mad but, this minute, she had less than no willpower where he was concerned. If he didn’t kiss her in earnest and soon, to hell with it. She’d latch on and drag his head down herself.
Instead, his hot palms slid up over the front of her dress and she began to dissolve as he took his time releasing each button. With drops running down her back, her arms, and her mind and senses racing, she stood before him quivering, waiting, until finally the dress fell into the water that ringed her thighs. Reaching around, he undid her bikini top and caught the scrap of yellow Lycra before it dropped. Then one palm sculpted over the bare-skinned curve of her waist, a hip, at the same time he carefully hunkered down.
While she held her breath, he released her bikini bottom bows then two long fingers slid between her legs and dragged the wet bottoms out. He bunched them in the same hand that held the top, curled his free palm around her back upper thigh and urged her forward when his head slanted and came in.
His mouth touched her just shy of her sex and when the stiff tip of his tongue tickled the spot, her neck rocked back and hands automatically fisted in the damp of his hair. Despite the cool water, she burned all over. Her blood felt on fire and her lungs couldn’t grasp enough air. Then he was sucking, so lightly, with such skill, Roxy worried she might begin to shake beneath the thrill of it. He shiftedslightly and, the next she knew, his scratchy chin was rubbing up the sensitive cleft at the apex of her thighs.
Flames shot through her body. She didn’t care that they were out in the open. Hell, she wouldn’t have the strength to stop if they were making love in the centre of Sydney. And standing here completely naked, enjoying the waves he so effortlessly whipped up inside her, she only wanted the sensations—the way he played and moved with her—to go on and on.
His head came down enough for his lips to nuzzle then to stroke her with his tongue. She clenched—her thighs, her stomach, her teeth—and ploughed her fingers over the back of his scalp, across that broad slick ledge of shoulder. His hand bracing the back of her thigh, he pressed her in more and hummed in satisfaction as he drew that small pulsing part of her into his mouth.
A thousand tingling darts lit and, within minutes, had joined to hover, ready to rush in and explode all at once. But then the stroking eased and half of her breathless tension drained away. In another world, she swayed as he eased to his feet, his chest sliding against her until they again stood face to face. Before she could focus, his mouth crashed down, taking hers in a way that had her wondering if this was the same man.
Starving.
‘Maybe they’ve gone for a trek down the bank.’
Mr Glenrowan had suggested they take his pickup in case, after a big swim, anyone was too tired to walk back. Parking just beyond the bank’s skirt of trees, Nate had left the keys in the ignition. Now, they heard that engine splutter to life. Next came a series of distant gear crunches, then the sound of tyres rolling away.
Roxy slouched. ‘Well, that was a waste of time.’
‘Depends how you look at it.’
The smile and intent was back in his eyes. A pulse popped low in his cheek at the same time his attention dipped to sweep a scorching line across her lips. Then he tipped closer, edged damp hair aside and dropped a light moist kiss on a particularly sensitive part of her neck.
‘I don’t think they’ll come back,’ he murmured. ‘Doesn’t mean we have to leave.’ He nuzzled along the line of her jaw, then, at last, his mouth veered towards hers and brushed a single haunting time.
Their lips all but touching, they peered into each other’s eyes. When his head drew back an inch, caught again in the tide, she followed and this time her lips did the grazing—once, twice and over again. He might drive her mad but, this minute, she had less than no willpower where he was concerned. If he didn’t kiss her in earnest and soon, to hell with it. She’d latch on and drag his head down herself.
Instead, his hot palms slid up over the front of her dress and she began to dissolve as he took his time releasing each button. With drops running down her back, her arms, and her mind and senses racing, she stood before him quivering, waiting, until finally the dress fell into the water that ringed her thighs. Reaching around, he undid her bikini top and caught the scrap of yellow Lycra before it dropped. Then one palm sculpted over the bare-skinned curve of her waist, a hip, at the same time he carefully hunkered down.
While she held her breath, he released her bikini bottom bows then two long fingers slid between her legs and dragged the wet bottoms out. He bunched them in the same hand that held the top, curled his free palm around her back upper thigh and urged her forward when his head slanted and came in.
His mouth touched her just shy of her sex and when the stiff tip of his tongue tickled the spot, her neck rocked back and hands automatically fisted in the damp of his hair. Despite the cool water, she burned all over. Her blood felt on fire and her lungs couldn’t grasp enough air. Then he was sucking, so lightly, with such skill, Roxy worried she might begin to shake beneath the thrill of it. He shiftedslightly and, the next she knew, his scratchy chin was rubbing up the sensitive cleft at the apex of her thighs.
Flames shot through her body. She didn’t care that they were out in the open. Hell, she wouldn’t have the strength to stop if they were making love in the centre of Sydney. And standing here completely naked, enjoying the waves he so effortlessly whipped up inside her, she only wanted the sensations—the way he played and moved with her—to go on and on.
His head came down enough for his lips to nuzzle then to stroke her with his tongue. She clenched—her thighs, her stomach, her teeth—and ploughed her fingers over the back of his scalp, across that broad slick ledge of shoulder. His hand bracing the back of her thigh, he pressed her in more and hummed in satisfaction as he drew that small pulsing part of her into his mouth.
A thousand tingling darts lit and, within minutes, had joined to hover, ready to rush in and explode all at once. But then the stroking eased and half of her breathless tension drained away. In another world, she swayed as he eased to his feet, his chest sliding against her until they again stood face to face. Before she could focus, his mouth crashed down, taking hers in a way that had her wondering if this was the same man.
Starving.
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