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intoxicating male scent. The smell of him and the taste of his lips sent her dormant hormones into overdrive. All she could think of as Jamie’s kisses became deeper, more demanding was how much she wanted him inside her. Maybe it was a reaction to Bill’s death, but for the moment neither the past nor the future mattered more than her imperative need.
She slipped her hands under the front of his T-shirt, feeling the muscles of his chest bunch and tense at her touch. She let her hands travel across his skin, first finding the indent of muscle at his lower back and then, as he groaned, pulling her hips towards him, she moved her hands, as light as butterflies, to just above his jeans button to the crisp hair on his abdomen.
Jamie removed his jacket, tossing it onto the floor. In the same swift movement he removed her dressing-gown and pulled her camisole top off over her head. Her nipples tightened with desire as he cupped them gently in hands still rough from years of climbing.
Jamie could not believe he had her in his arms again. And she had come so easily, as if they had never been apart, as if the feelings between them had not lessened with time. How soft and pliant she was, how inviting…The cold intrusive voice of reason made him falter. But was this fair to her? To revive a love affair that should stay ended? What the hell was he doing? He grabbed hold of her hips again but this time it was to peel her away from him.
‘I’m sorry, SJ,’ he groaned, ‘I can’t.’
Sarah stepped away from him as if she had been slapped. He was rejecting her? Again? Did he think she was some sex-starved floozy who had been waiting for him to return so she could grapple him back into bed?
Before Sarah could think of the words to persuade him that her reaction meant nothing, a loud wail tore through the air.
‘What on earth is that?’ Jamie asked.
‘Calum,’ Sarah said quietly. ‘He must be looking for his next feed.’
For a moment Sarah and Jamie looked at one another. She felt slightly dazed. With trembling fingers she scooped up her camisole top and hurriedly pulled it on. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Sarah tiptoed silently into the nursery, leaving the door slightly ajar so that she could attend to Calum without switching on the bedside light. As soon as she picked him up, his loud cries changed to whimpers.
Jamie appeared behind her. ‘I’d better go,’ he said softly.
‘Yes, perhaps you should,’ Sarah whispered, not trusting herself to look at him. Suddenly she remembered his date with Annie Walker. Unbidden, an image of the gorgeous midwife warming his bed sprang to her mind. Was that why he had pulled back? ‘Ah, your prior arrangement with Nurse Walker—she’ll be wondering where you are,’ she stated flatly, anger rising, overcoming her embarrassment. What a stupid, lust-ridden, idiot he must think her.
Narrowing his eyes, Jamie said tightly, ‘Actually, Sarah, I cancelled my date with Annie tonight.’
‘Why?’ Sarah said, turning away from him so he couldn’t read the spurt of happiness she felt in her eyes. His voice was terse. ‘Because, like you, I have more than enough to deal with right now without—’ Before he could complete the sentence Calum began to cry in earnest.
‘Here,’ she said, handing him to Jamie ‘You hold him while I go heat up a bottle. I don’t suppose you can change a nappy?’
Jamie looked at Sarah in dismay. He was holding Calum at arm’s length, as if he were some kind of foreign object. ‘Change a nappy?’ he echoed. ‘You’re not serious?’
‘Why not? You’ll have to learn some time. Whatever else you are, Jamie, you are this child’s father, whether you like it or not.’ Sarah said, and turned on her heel, leaving her son and his father alone together.
Jamie looked at the small bundle he was holding. Calum’s cries had stopped and he was looking at Jamie with interest.
‘Hello, there,’ Jamie said.
Calum kicked his legs
She slipped her hands under the front of his T-shirt, feeling the muscles of his chest bunch and tense at her touch. She let her hands travel across his skin, first finding the indent of muscle at his lower back and then, as he groaned, pulling her hips towards him, she moved her hands, as light as butterflies, to just above his jeans button to the crisp hair on his abdomen.
Jamie removed his jacket, tossing it onto the floor. In the same swift movement he removed her dressing-gown and pulled her camisole top off over her head. Her nipples tightened with desire as he cupped them gently in hands still rough from years of climbing.
Jamie could not believe he had her in his arms again. And she had come so easily, as if they had never been apart, as if the feelings between them had not lessened with time. How soft and pliant she was, how inviting…The cold intrusive voice of reason made him falter. But was this fair to her? To revive a love affair that should stay ended? What the hell was he doing? He grabbed hold of her hips again but this time it was to peel her away from him.
‘I’m sorry, SJ,’ he groaned, ‘I can’t.’
Sarah stepped away from him as if she had been slapped. He was rejecting her? Again? Did he think she was some sex-starved floozy who had been waiting for him to return so she could grapple him back into bed?
Before Sarah could think of the words to persuade him that her reaction meant nothing, a loud wail tore through the air.
‘What on earth is that?’ Jamie asked.
‘Calum,’ Sarah said quietly. ‘He must be looking for his next feed.’
For a moment Sarah and Jamie looked at one another. She felt slightly dazed. With trembling fingers she scooped up her camisole top and hurriedly pulled it on. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Sarah tiptoed silently into the nursery, leaving the door slightly ajar so that she could attend to Calum without switching on the bedside light. As soon as she picked him up, his loud cries changed to whimpers.
Jamie appeared behind her. ‘I’d better go,’ he said softly.
‘Yes, perhaps you should,’ Sarah whispered, not trusting herself to look at him. Suddenly she remembered his date with Annie Walker. Unbidden, an image of the gorgeous midwife warming his bed sprang to her mind. Was that why he had pulled back? ‘Ah, your prior arrangement with Nurse Walker—she’ll be wondering where you are,’ she stated flatly, anger rising, overcoming her embarrassment. What a stupid, lust-ridden, idiot he must think her.
Narrowing his eyes, Jamie said tightly, ‘Actually, Sarah, I cancelled my date with Annie tonight.’
‘Why?’ Sarah said, turning away from him so he couldn’t read the spurt of happiness she felt in her eyes. His voice was terse. ‘Because, like you, I have more than enough to deal with right now without—’ Before he could complete the sentence Calum began to cry in earnest.
‘Here,’ she said, handing him to Jamie ‘You hold him while I go heat up a bottle. I don’t suppose you can change a nappy?’
Jamie looked at Sarah in dismay. He was holding Calum at arm’s length, as if he were some kind of foreign object. ‘Change a nappy?’ he echoed. ‘You’re not serious?’
‘Why not? You’ll have to learn some time. Whatever else you are, Jamie, you are this child’s father, whether you like it or not.’ Sarah said, and turned on her heel, leaving her son and his father alone together.
Jamie looked at the small bundle he was holding. Calum’s cries had stopped and he was looking at Jamie with interest.
‘Hello, there,’ Jamie said.
Calum kicked his legs
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