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with your parents?”
She stiffened instantly, and he must have seen it, because he added quickly, “Okay, don’t answer that. I know you’re angry. And hurt. Have you talked to them since the phone conversation? You do, don’t you? I’ve heard you mention it.”
“I call, and we’re on Facebook. I don’t want to hurt Dad. I kept waiting for Mum to apologize or explain. To say she didn’t meant it that way, that she loves me just as much. But she’s never said a word. Ben’s doing a law degree. You start that straight out of school, in Australia. You don’t have to do an undergraduate degree first. He’s bought a unit... apartment... in Sydney, with his share of the farm money. Mum and Dad have moved into town. Place called Tamworth, in New South Wales. Very big into country music and horse events. It’s a nice town. Not that that’s relevant to anything.... Shoot, if Mum had said it was different because Ben was male - strong, strapping farmer material - and I was just a girl, it would have hurt less. I loved my farm. I’ve lost that, and half a mother, and I’m angry at Dad. Well, at both of them, and… yeah.” She came to a stop.
“Rough...” he said, the way he’d said it before.
One word.
Looking at her.
Blue eyes.
Jamie, who didn’t know how to talk to women, but somehow that didn’t matter. One word was enough.
He reached up and closed his hand softly around her arm, ran it up and down a little. “Really rough,” he said for the third time.
Oh, but it wasn’t rough. It was smooth, when it finally happened. They slid together through that last little bit of air, and their mouths met, and their bodies pressed together. He was only a couple of inches taller than she was, and they fit so perfectly, his thighs hard against hers, his chest a wall of muscle nudging her breasts.
“Hell, Tegan,” he breathed into her mouth, and his hands came down to her butt and pulled her into his groin and she felt that hard package of man that had pulled her focus last night, and it was every bit as sizeable and satisfying as it looked.
“Hell, yourself,” she whispered back to him, then closed her eyes and let her weight drift in his arms, and kissed him until she was blue, or dizzy, or in paradise.
A long time.
He tasted perfect, and smelled perfect, and felt perfect, and kissing him made sense to her body and her heart in a way she’d never expected in a million years. He was beautiful, and she ached, and just wanted, wanted, wanted.
Wanted Jamie.
Shoot, they had to stop this! Problem was, she didn’t know how.
The horses had drifted away, in search of more grass. A big, fluffy cloud had crossed the sun. Their jeans were practically steaming, still pressed together at the groin, still fitting like clockwork.
“We going for this ride or what?” he said creakily.
“You tell me.”
“I have to do something or I’m going to fall over. Don’t think I could even drive.”
“You think you can ride?” She looked deliberately at the impediment, still stretching the denim to an impressive extent.
“Yeah, just give me a couple of minutes. I’ve never found saddling a horse that much of a turn-on. Especially Faro, cuz he bites if I girth him too fast.”
“A horse bite. That’ll do it,” she said, but then she made the mistake of looking down at his mouth, inches away.
“Don’t,” he growled.
“What?”
“Don’t make us go through another twenty minutes of that.”
“What, it was that bad?”
“You know what I mean. I’ll die.”
“Think I’ll die, too.”
“I would die for a bed, right now, but Mom’s not that vague, and she’d be shocked.”
“I’m not going to bed with you at eleven-thirty in the morning in front of your mom.”
“Damn right you’re not. Tonight, though... Or sooner.”
It was a threat. Best threat she’d ever heard.
She dragged in a breath and made herself step away from him. “I’m getting my saddle,” she told him shakily.
They
She stiffened instantly, and he must have seen it, because he added quickly, “Okay, don’t answer that. I know you’re angry. And hurt. Have you talked to them since the phone conversation? You do, don’t you? I’ve heard you mention it.”
“I call, and we’re on Facebook. I don’t want to hurt Dad. I kept waiting for Mum to apologize or explain. To say she didn’t meant it that way, that she loves me just as much. But she’s never said a word. Ben’s doing a law degree. You start that straight out of school, in Australia. You don’t have to do an undergraduate degree first. He’s bought a unit... apartment... in Sydney, with his share of the farm money. Mum and Dad have moved into town. Place called Tamworth, in New South Wales. Very big into country music and horse events. It’s a nice town. Not that that’s relevant to anything.... Shoot, if Mum had said it was different because Ben was male - strong, strapping farmer material - and I was just a girl, it would have hurt less. I loved my farm. I’ve lost that, and half a mother, and I’m angry at Dad. Well, at both of them, and… yeah.” She came to a stop.
“Rough...” he said, the way he’d said it before.
One word.
Looking at her.
Blue eyes.
Jamie, who didn’t know how to talk to women, but somehow that didn’t matter. One word was enough.
He reached up and closed his hand softly around her arm, ran it up and down a little. “Really rough,” he said for the third time.
Oh, but it wasn’t rough. It was smooth, when it finally happened. They slid together through that last little bit of air, and their mouths met, and their bodies pressed together. He was only a couple of inches taller than she was, and they fit so perfectly, his thighs hard against hers, his chest a wall of muscle nudging her breasts.
“Hell, Tegan,” he breathed into her mouth, and his hands came down to her butt and pulled her into his groin and she felt that hard package of man that had pulled her focus last night, and it was every bit as sizeable and satisfying as it looked.
“Hell, yourself,” she whispered back to him, then closed her eyes and let her weight drift in his arms, and kissed him until she was blue, or dizzy, or in paradise.
A long time.
He tasted perfect, and smelled perfect, and felt perfect, and kissing him made sense to her body and her heart in a way she’d never expected in a million years. He was beautiful, and she ached, and just wanted, wanted, wanted.
Wanted Jamie.
Shoot, they had to stop this! Problem was, she didn’t know how.
The horses had drifted away, in search of more grass. A big, fluffy cloud had crossed the sun. Their jeans were practically steaming, still pressed together at the groin, still fitting like clockwork.
“We going for this ride or what?” he said creakily.
“You tell me.”
“I have to do something or I’m going to fall over. Don’t think I could even drive.”
“You think you can ride?” She looked deliberately at the impediment, still stretching the denim to an impressive extent.
“Yeah, just give me a couple of minutes. I’ve never found saddling a horse that much of a turn-on. Especially Faro, cuz he bites if I girth him too fast.”
“A horse bite. That’ll do it,” she said, but then she made the mistake of looking down at his mouth, inches away.
“Don’t,” he growled.
“What?”
“Don’t make us go through another twenty minutes of that.”
“What, it was that bad?”
“You know what I mean. I’ll die.”
“Think I’ll die, too.”
“I would die for a bed, right now, but Mom’s not that vague, and she’d be shocked.”
“I’m not going to bed with you at eleven-thirty in the morning in front of your mom.”
“Damn right you’re not. Tonight, though... Or sooner.”
It was a threat. Best threat she’d ever heard.
She dragged in a breath and made herself step away from him. “I’m getting my saddle,” she told him shakily.
They
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