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Authors: Kate Hoffmann
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together, companionship, mind-blowing sex and someone there to back him up, to make him feel as if life wasn’t as bad as it sometimes looked.
When they were finished, he helped Sunny clean up the table then watched her from the sofa as she sorted through her clothes and neatly folded them. “What time do we have to leave tomorrow?”
“Early. I’d like to get to the breeder’s place before dark. And then, I was thinking we could find a place to stay for the night. Maybe near a beach?”
“So, we don’t have to go to bed right now,” Sunny said. “We can have a little fun?”
“What kind of fun can we have in Cobar?”
She held out her hand, then pulled him to his feet. “It’s not what you do, it’s who you’re with.”
The moment he touched her, he couldn’t help but draw her into his arms and kiss her. It had become such a natural part of their life together. Kissing and touching. He couldn’t imagine how he’d go on without having her beside him.
Logan knew the realities of their relationship already. They’d have a beginning and a very definite ending. When their trip was over, he’d go back to his life and she’d return to hers. No matter how he looked at it, they couldn’t exist in the same world. Sunny wasn’t cut out to live in the middle of nowhere and he wasn’t going to settle into her life, living among the tall poppies.
“What are we doing?” he asked as she leaned over to turn up the music.
“We’re dancing,” she said.
He gasped. “You might be dancing, but don’t include me in this. I’m not going to let you turn me into a fool for your own amusement.”
“No, I’m not going to make fun. Dancing can be very sexy. It’s public foreplay. Everyone should know how to dance.” She listened to the music, then shook her head. “This won’t do.”
She searched the CDs but finally settled on a radio station. A soft instrumental tune came through the speakers and she glanced over her shoulder at him. “There. See?”
Sunny stood in front of him and took his hands. “Now, we’ll just sway a little bit, until you get the rhythm of the music.”
He drew a deep breath. “Really? I’m not going to be good at this.”
“Any man who is as good in bed as you are has to have some kind of rhythm. Now slip your right hand around my waist and pull me a little closer.”
“All right, I can get behind that.” But when he did, he forgot to keep swaying and he stumbled a bit before getting back into the song.
“Now, hold your left hand out and I’m going to just let my hand rest there.”
They continued to move around the cramped interior of the campervan, their bodies coming closer and closer with each verse of the music. To Logan’s amazement, he was doing quite well.
“It’s like sex,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “You just have to let go and enjoy it.”
“What’s next?”
“Now we keep doing this. And you whisper sweet things to me and kiss me and imagine what it would be like to take me to bed.”
“I don’t have to imagine that.”
“But you do,” she said. “Because dancing is all about anticipation and patience. Letting the feel of your body against mine play with your senses.” She drew back to look into his eyes. “Do you feel it?”
Logan had danced before, but never like this. It was exactly as she said—slow, delicious foreplay. And yet, nothing they were doing was overtly sexual. It was all happening in his imagination. “I do,” he said.
They continued to dance, their bodies moving together, a slow burn growing between them. He bent close and captured her mouth with his, and yet the rhythm went on, as if the seduction had a life of its own. And when they finally stumbled to the bed, Logan wasn’t sure he’d be able to maintain any control at all.
His mouth covered hers in a deep, almost desperate kiss as they quickly undressed each other. She arched against him as they tumbled onto the bed. Pinning her
When they were finished, he helped Sunny clean up the table then watched her from the sofa as she sorted through her clothes and neatly folded them. “What time do we have to leave tomorrow?”
“Early. I’d like to get to the breeder’s place before dark. And then, I was thinking we could find a place to stay for the night. Maybe near a beach?”
“So, we don’t have to go to bed right now,” Sunny said. “We can have a little fun?”
“What kind of fun can we have in Cobar?”
She held out her hand, then pulled him to his feet. “It’s not what you do, it’s who you’re with.”
The moment he touched her, he couldn’t help but draw her into his arms and kiss her. It had become such a natural part of their life together. Kissing and touching. He couldn’t imagine how he’d go on without having her beside him.
Logan knew the realities of their relationship already. They’d have a beginning and a very definite ending. When their trip was over, he’d go back to his life and she’d return to hers. No matter how he looked at it, they couldn’t exist in the same world. Sunny wasn’t cut out to live in the middle of nowhere and he wasn’t going to settle into her life, living among the tall poppies.
“What are we doing?” he asked as she leaned over to turn up the music.
“We’re dancing,” she said.
He gasped. “You might be dancing, but don’t include me in this. I’m not going to let you turn me into a fool for your own amusement.”
“No, I’m not going to make fun. Dancing can be very sexy. It’s public foreplay. Everyone should know how to dance.” She listened to the music, then shook her head. “This won’t do.”
She searched the CDs but finally settled on a radio station. A soft instrumental tune came through the speakers and she glanced over her shoulder at him. “There. See?”
Sunny stood in front of him and took his hands. “Now, we’ll just sway a little bit, until you get the rhythm of the music.”
He drew a deep breath. “Really? I’m not going to be good at this.”
“Any man who is as good in bed as you are has to have some kind of rhythm. Now slip your right hand around my waist and pull me a little closer.”
“All right, I can get behind that.” But when he did, he forgot to keep swaying and he stumbled a bit before getting back into the song.
“Now, hold your left hand out and I’m going to just let my hand rest there.”
They continued to move around the cramped interior of the campervan, their bodies coming closer and closer with each verse of the music. To Logan’s amazement, he was doing quite well.
“It’s like sex,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “You just have to let go and enjoy it.”
“What’s next?”
“Now we keep doing this. And you whisper sweet things to me and kiss me and imagine what it would be like to take me to bed.”
“I don’t have to imagine that.”
“But you do,” she said. “Because dancing is all about anticipation and patience. Letting the feel of your body against mine play with your senses.” She drew back to look into his eyes. “Do you feel it?”
Logan had danced before, but never like this. It was exactly as she said—slow, delicious foreplay. And yet, nothing they were doing was overtly sexual. It was all happening in his imagination. “I do,” he said.
They continued to dance, their bodies moving together, a slow burn growing between them. He bent close and captured her mouth with his, and yet the rhythm went on, as if the seduction had a life of its own. And when they finally stumbled to the bed, Logan wasn’t sure he’d be able to maintain any control at all.
His mouth covered hers in a deep, almost desperate kiss as they quickly undressed each other. She arched against him as they tumbled onto the bed. Pinning her
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