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red dust?’
‘The key to Bundallagong is to focus on the ocean. The turtles and the whales will amaze you.’ He stretched out his arm. ‘Turn here.’
The headlights beamed onto a break in the trees andshe slowly navigated the vehicle down a narrow track. ‘Are you sure this is a road?’
He leaned back in his seat. ‘You’re such a city girl. Live a little.’
‘I live plenty.’
You love deluding yourself, don’t you?
The track opened up into a wide parking area with a boat ramp and she parked. Matt jumped out of the car and quickly walked round the front of the vehicle, reaching her door before she’d finished unlatching her seat belt. Surprise piggybacked on every other rampaging emotion.
He opened her door. ‘Come on, you need to see this.’
She followed him across the stony area until they stood on the curve of the bay. Across the moonlit water, the massive port with its heavy equipment that looked like a scar on the landscape during the day sparkled white, yellow, blue and orange. ‘I concede it has its own charm.’
He laughed—a rich, deep sound that made her think of the bass notes of a clarinet. ‘Careful, Poppy, you’re in danger of gushing.’
He stood so close to her she could feel his heat, hear his breathing and smell his spicy scent—all of it swirling around her, taunting her to reach out and grab it for herself. ‘It’s nothing like I expected.’
His head leaned in, his eyes smoky and intense. ‘Nothing ever is.’
‘No.’ She barely got the word out as his breath caressed her face and her heart bruised itself against her ribs. She spoke almost as much to ground herself as to reply. ‘I belong in Perth.’
‘Who really belongs anywhere?’ His warm hand slid along her jaw, and then long, strong fingers tilted herhead. His dark hair fell forward, stroking her cheek, before his lips brushed hers—soft, hot, partially testing but mostly firm and sure.
He tasted of malt, tropical heat and arousal. He was kissing her and, God help her, she wanted it like her body needed air. Her hand wrapped around the back of his head and she pulled him into her, feeling the hard muscles of his thighs pressing against her and his heart thundering against her own. He murmured a groan and his tongue flicked at her closed lips, seeking entry, and she opened them to him, needing to have him inside her, wanting him to explore, lick, taste and take. Wanting him to treat her like a woman.
Every part of her burned as Matt’s expert mouth dismantled any lingering doubts that kissing him was a bad idea. She kissed him back. She kissed away the past, banishing Steven’s cold, hard voice and releasing the barrier on her femininity, letting it flood her and then flood Matt.
He gasped, his hands tangling in her hair and then gripping her head to gain access to her throat. He trailed spine-tingling kisses along her jaw before dropping his head lower, tracing the hollow of her neck with his tongue. She sagged against him as she heard a mewling sound in the back of her throat.
She hauled his mouth back to her own, needing that intimate contact and tasting salt and her own heady desire. Nothing mattered except losing herself in the heat of that hot, throbbing place, and she turned herself over to its power, allowing her mind to spin out on bliss and her body to burn.
She was boneless, wet with need, weak with longing yet strong with the power of her body and she gloried in it. His hand covered her breast, the thin material ofher blouse and bra feeling like a concrete slab between them. She wanted to feel the heat of his palm against her skin, let the weight of her breast fill his hand, and she ached for the graze of his thumb on her tightening nipple. She popped her shirt open and guided his hand. ‘Touch me.’
His body stiffened against hers, rigid from head to toe, and suddenly his hands were on her shoulders, pushing. He ripped his mouth from hers, stepping back, breaking the kiss, breaking all
‘The key to Bundallagong is to focus on the ocean. The turtles and the whales will amaze you.’ He stretched out his arm. ‘Turn here.’
The headlights beamed onto a break in the trees andshe slowly navigated the vehicle down a narrow track. ‘Are you sure this is a road?’
He leaned back in his seat. ‘You’re such a city girl. Live a little.’
‘I live plenty.’
You love deluding yourself, don’t you?
The track opened up into a wide parking area with a boat ramp and she parked. Matt jumped out of the car and quickly walked round the front of the vehicle, reaching her door before she’d finished unlatching her seat belt. Surprise piggybacked on every other rampaging emotion.
He opened her door. ‘Come on, you need to see this.’
She followed him across the stony area until they stood on the curve of the bay. Across the moonlit water, the massive port with its heavy equipment that looked like a scar on the landscape during the day sparkled white, yellow, blue and orange. ‘I concede it has its own charm.’
He laughed—a rich, deep sound that made her think of the bass notes of a clarinet. ‘Careful, Poppy, you’re in danger of gushing.’
He stood so close to her she could feel his heat, hear his breathing and smell his spicy scent—all of it swirling around her, taunting her to reach out and grab it for herself. ‘It’s nothing like I expected.’
His head leaned in, his eyes smoky and intense. ‘Nothing ever is.’
‘No.’ She barely got the word out as his breath caressed her face and her heart bruised itself against her ribs. She spoke almost as much to ground herself as to reply. ‘I belong in Perth.’
‘Who really belongs anywhere?’ His warm hand slid along her jaw, and then long, strong fingers tilted herhead. His dark hair fell forward, stroking her cheek, before his lips brushed hers—soft, hot, partially testing but mostly firm and sure.
He tasted of malt, tropical heat and arousal. He was kissing her and, God help her, she wanted it like her body needed air. Her hand wrapped around the back of his head and she pulled him into her, feeling the hard muscles of his thighs pressing against her and his heart thundering against her own. He murmured a groan and his tongue flicked at her closed lips, seeking entry, and she opened them to him, needing to have him inside her, wanting him to explore, lick, taste and take. Wanting him to treat her like a woman.
Every part of her burned as Matt’s expert mouth dismantled any lingering doubts that kissing him was a bad idea. She kissed him back. She kissed away the past, banishing Steven’s cold, hard voice and releasing the barrier on her femininity, letting it flood her and then flood Matt.
He gasped, his hands tangling in her hair and then gripping her head to gain access to her throat. He trailed spine-tingling kisses along her jaw before dropping his head lower, tracing the hollow of her neck with his tongue. She sagged against him as she heard a mewling sound in the back of her throat.
She hauled his mouth back to her own, needing that intimate contact and tasting salt and her own heady desire. Nothing mattered except losing herself in the heat of that hot, throbbing place, and she turned herself over to its power, allowing her mind to spin out on bliss and her body to burn.
She was boneless, wet with need, weak with longing yet strong with the power of her body and she gloried in it. His hand covered her breast, the thin material ofher blouse and bra feeling like a concrete slab between them. She wanted to feel the heat of his palm against her skin, let the weight of her breast fill his hand, and she ached for the graze of his thumb on her tightening nipple. She popped her shirt open and guided his hand. ‘Touch me.’
His body stiffened against hers, rigid from head to toe, and suddenly his hands were on her shoulders, pushing. He ripped his mouth from hers, stepping back, breaking the kiss, breaking all
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