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He gave her more.
He drove into her, his chest rasping her sensitised nipples, his tongue mating with hers, his rhythm taking them higher and higher until he stiffened and cried out her name, shuddering into her.
Britt had no idea how long they stayed locked together, their heart rates slowly calming, their mingled breaths soft and ragged.
She didn't mind his weight, didn't mind the slick of sweat between their bodies.
She'd asked for the stars and the moon.
Nick had delivered the whole damn solar system.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sleeping with Britt had been a bad idea.
Not that there'd been much sleeping involved.
Their cataclysmic night had changed everything.
'This place looks the same,’ she said, tugging his hand as she ran towards the river's edge, leaving Nick no option but to follow. And follow he would, to the ends of the earth if she asked, because last night had shattered any illusions he had about this marriage being strictly business.
With every kiss, with every caress, with every gut-wrenching moan, she'd stripped away the years, catapulting him straight back to a time he’d been so crazy for her he couldn't see straight.
Nothing had changed, absolutely nothing.
Though even that was a lie.
Ten years ago he'd been a fool, kidding himself that all he felt for Britt was lust. Now he knew the truth. What they'd shared had never been about lust; it was more than that, so much more.
And their night of passion had hurtled him back a decade, to a time he couldn't get enough of her, to a time where his heart clamoured towards her while his head reeled back with the implications of trusting her.
'Do you miss Jacaranda?'
She stopped, alerted to the seriousness of his question by something in his voice as he pointed at the river, trying to distract her.
It didn't work. She reached up and cupped his cheek, her simple touch as catastrophic as if she'd reached into his chest and squeezed his heart.
'I tried not to miss it. I tried to forget.' Her fingertips trailed down his cheek, lingered on his jaw, before lowering where she placed her palm flat against his chest, directly over his heart. Claiming ownership. It was hers, had always been hers, he just never admitted it. 'But I couldn't. This place is in my blood. I never forgot it.'
She paused, massaged his chest gently as if soothing his soul. 'I never forgot you.'
'Same here.'
He settled his mouth over hers, needing this kiss, aching for it. Nothing like the ache of how he'd wanted her last night, when he'd been blinded by lust and passion. Instead, this ache settled over his heart, exactly where her hand was, the kind of ache that scared the hell out of him.
Her lips parted and he groaned as his tongue touched hers, going a little crazy as he backed her up against the nearest tree, their bodies melding perfectly, his hands sliding under her top, cupping her breasts.
'Nick…'
Her wanton plea made his cock throb as he lifted her top, ducked his head, and captured an erect nipple between his teeth, plucking at the lace covering it, her low moans firing him to flick the clasp and allow the tempting lushness to fall into his hands.
But the Jacaranda fauna had other ideas as a raucous cackle of a nearby kookaburra pierced the silence and reminded him of where they were.
In the good old days, this river bed would be deserted, but now the worn track along the bank indicated how popular this spot was with bushwalkers and tourists and he had no intention of providing an X-rated show for them.
Reluctantly tugging her top down, he brushed a soft kiss against her lips. 'You used to love those damn birds. Too bad this one has shocking timing.'
She laughed, a loud, joyous sound that had him chuckling with her. 'Remember the time we made out down here and we—?’
