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The word love had drifted around her head when they’d been trapped down the shaft together, but she’d pushed it away, not ready to examine the feeling. It looked like the word had lodged in her brain without any conscious thought, after all. What was she to do with that notion? Should she just come out and tell him? Was it too soon to be admitting to such a massive sentiment?
“Good,” he said, covering her mouth with his own, and driving all errant thoughts out of her head. Later. She’d tell him later.
Warm lips left a trail of hot kisses down her neck, across her collarbone and then covering her breasts—still encased in their bra—and stomach, sending shivers of anticipation through her. He stopped at the belt on her jeans, teasing his tongue around the waistband as he undid the buckle one-handed. She’d almost forgotten about his wounded hand in the depth of her desire, and she reached down to help him undo the button and zipper. Deciding he’d never get her boots off, she sat up and quickly disposed of boots and jeans, leaving her panties and bra on, then lay back on the bed, giving him a come-hither smile. But he didn’t come back to her mouth, as she expected. Instead, he continued his warm kisses, this time trailing them along the tender skin of her inner thigh. Her limbs went all quivery at his touch and a liquid heat built low in her belly. Mack’s tongue slipped around the edges of her panties, and she almost held her breath as he eased them aside with one finger and then let his tongue find her most sensitive parts. She wriggled out of her panties as he slid them lower. Her fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulders, and she threw her head back onto the pillow.
Gently parting her legs, he buried his face in her and she gasped, raising her hips against his hot mouth. His skilful tongue found the center of her core and he began to lick and suck with such talent that her breathing quickly became rapid and labored, and she twisted the sheets between her fisted hands. It only took moments for the swell of sensations to build to a crescendo and her body strained towards his mouth, seeking the heat of him, until she cried out in ecstasy, and he pressed himself into her as she rode the spasms of climax.
Her body relaxed and her short gasps slowed to deeper breaths of satisfaction.
Bindi stroked his back, her body still a quivering mess from her incredible orgasm. “Oh, Mack,” she sighed, feeling the muscles in his back and shoulders bunch as he lifted himself up and brought his lips to hers.
Sucking gently on the corner of her mouth, he groaned, “Bindi.” Her name on his lips made her chest expand as if it were a balloon inside her ribcage. “I love you so damn much,” he said softly, meeting her gaze. “And I want to make you happy.”
“You do make me happy,” she agreed hoarsely. “Very, very happy.” She could hardly speak as he began to move his lips across her body. Kissing and tasting, in slow, sensuous strokes until she felt as if she’d lost all control. But she needed to say the words, too. Tell him she loved him, too.
His mouth found the edge of her bra and he tugged it down, running his tongue slowly around each nipple. Sliding his good hand under her shoulder, he unsnapped the fastener and released the bra with a flick of his wrist. With one hand still cupping her breast possessively, he captured her mouth again, pulling her beneath him, so he hovered over her, chest crushing hers, thighs pushing her into the bed, erection burning a brand into her stomach. She could hardly believe it, but even after that earth-shattering first climax, she wanted him inside her, could feel the need building in her again.
With a groan, she reached for him, drawing her hands down the ridges of his back, but suddenly he was gone.
“What…?” she gasped like a stranded fish.
“Condom,” he said, voice hoarse, the word barely distinguishable from a groan of pleasure. Rolling over, he reached for his bedside draw and had sheathed himself in seconds. Mack was back, covering her with his body once more, the heat of him burning right through to her soul. His ankle in a cast didn’t seem to hinder him at all as he pushed into her, moving with long, deep strokes that sent her toward the edge of oblivion again. She couldn’t stay silent, and he covered her mouth with his as she cried out in rapture and they rode the growing ripples of orgasm together. In that moment of sweet, blinding pleasure, she felt light-headed, almost disconnected from her own body.
He kissed her gently, caressing her, loving her, naked bodies entwined in the now tangled sheets as they lay panting and satiated. He rolled off her and disposed of the condom, then curled into her body from behind, spooning her, running his fingers up and down her arm gently.
This morning had been different from the first time they’d made love. Mack was a skilled lover. And the first time Mack had been attentive to her needs and had brought her to orgasm easily with his amazing body and his sensuous hands. Today, Mack had still been attentive and sexy as hell, but there was one major difference; he held her with intention, as if he never wanted to let her go. He not only loved her body, he cherished her soul, as well.
Bindi let her thoughts drift and soar, but she kept coming back to the words Mack had uttered earlier. He’d said he loved her. And he’d meant it, there was no doubt in her mind. She felt the same way, even although she hadn’t uttered the words. Yet. But there was a problem. Something they needed to sort out. Mack had said, over and over, that he was only here for six months—twelve at the most. Then he was heading back to the US. Should she even bring it up now? Perhaps she should let sleeping dogs lie. But when would it ever be the right time to address this obstacle between them? If she left it, her thoughts would fester, drive a wedge between them. How could she possibly be with Mack, give her heart to him, if he only stomped it into the mud when he decided to return to America? That was where his home and his family were. There was no reason for him to stay here.
But before she could open her mouth, Mack beat her to it. “I could get used to this,” he said, lazily stretching his legs down the mattress. “Get used to being here with you in my bed.”
“Really?” There were a million questions all clamoring in her head to be heard. “Me, too,” she replied, ignoring all the obvious ones and going for heartfelt confession, instead. “But, Mack…”
“It feels good. Right. Like it was meant to be,” he plowed on. “Like we should be together, forever.”
Bindi rolled over slightly so she could peer into his face. What was he getting at? “But you said—”
“I’m thinking I might stay on for a while. I had a word with Steve yesterday, and he’s happy to keep me for as long as I want. What do you think?” His words stunned Bindi too speechlessness for a few seconds.
“Stay here? At Stormcloud? What, you mean for a whole year? Or longer?” She was still confused.
“Indefinitely,” he said with a grin.
“You mean, not go back to America? Forever?”
“Well, I’m not committing to forever. That’s asking a bit too much of a bloke, don’t you think?” he asked, rising up on one elbow so he could look down into her face. He smiled, but it never made it fully to his lips, as if something else was weighing him down. Like he was waiting for her to say something. Waiting for those words she wanted to say, but couldn’t seem to force them out between her lips.
“I…I don’t know,” she stammered, instead. “Really?” she repeated. Was he really saying he was going to stay? Here? With her?
“Steve even mentioned that he’d been thinking about combining the two rooms at the end of the hall and converting them into a couple’s suite. Said that we could try it out for size if we liked.”
“Oh. He did?” Bindi could barely keep up with this conversation. She sat up, brushing her still-damp hair out of her face, ignoring the fact that her breasts were now bared, and stared at Mack.
“Let me get this straight. You’re offering to stay here. In Australia. At Stormcloud. For me?”
“Yep.” His tawny eyed sparkled. “And for me.” His face sobered, and he sat up next to her. “I want to stay, Bindi. I can see now that I can build a life here. With you. Away from all that pressure and hype of the bull-riding circuit. And who knows, maybe in a year, we can go for a visit. See my folks. I can show you around Montana. Truth be told, I don’t really care where I live, as long as you’re there.”
Wow, this was all so fast. And astonishing. But fast. Ideas of Mack and her living together, loving each other was almost too much to handle.
