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CHAPTER EIGHT
MACK SAVORED THE feel of Bindi’s curvaceous body beneath his, and let his mouth drift down to hers. She was sweet, just as he’d imagined she would be. But she was also a little spicy, demanding as much of him as he could give. Her tongue delved the depths of his mouth as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He’d never been one to turn down an offer such as Bindi was presenting. Or, at least, he hadn’t been until Clarissa had used and abused him and spat him out when he no longer fit her needs. But Mack didn’t want to think about Clarissa tonight. So he let himself be pulled under by Bindi’s desire, matching it with own blazing craving to hold her tight.
Bindi was cute and sassy and beautiful as hell—he hadn’t been lying when he’d said that to her.
But something about this felt not quite right. He knew Bindi was attracted to him, knew from the very first moment they’d met. When he’d seen her trying to rescue that filly all on her own. In the days that followed at Stormcloud, she’d tried to hide it, denying that flare of desire that pulsed between them anytime they got close. But he was well-attuned to the needs of a woman. He liked women. Liked their appealing bodies, and he especially liked the ones with sharp minds, as well. During his time on the pro circuit, he’d had his fair share of women throw themselves at him, batting their false eyelashes, and purring in soft, silky voices. And he wasn’t averse to a one-night stand, either. Which was what most of those women wanted. So, he knew Bindi was drawn to him, he could see it in her eyes, watched it in her body language. Felt the buzz of chemistry between them whenever he stood close. Saw the challenge darken her eyes as she fought her feelings for him.
Bindi was different from all of those other women he’d known. Not in the fact that she wasn’t beautiful, because with her dark, exotic looks, she could compete with any one of those women he’d slept with in the past. She was more down-to-earth, unaffected; but there was also something ever so slightly melancholy about her. As if a sadness sat just beneath the surface. As if there was a story she wasn’t telling anyone. And goddammit, he suddenly wanted to know her story.
Even worse, he was second-guessing whether Bindi would be happy with just one night. Because he wasn’t sure he was able to offer her more than that. And suddenly, he didn’t want to hurt her.
She moved sinuously beneath him, breaking his thoughts and scattering them like leaves. Her skin was warm and inviting and she ran a hand over his shoulder, down the dip in his lower back and onto his buttock, pulling him harder onto her thighs, letting him know how much she wanted this. Wanted him. Burying his nose in her neck, he breathed in the scent of her silky hair. Grapefruit, or something citrusy, assaulted his nostrils. He liked that wonderful, clean smell.
He went to lower himself onto one elbow and held back a grunt of pain. That big guy had got a couple of good punches in, and the bruises would surely emerge tomorrow. Add that to the workout he’d received riding that bull, and he was going to be sore as hell over the next few days. After all the pain he’d been through after his accident, this was a mere trifle, however. Bindi didn’t need to know he’d been hurt. She’d seemed to take his assurances that he was okay at face value. She believed him. Which was one more thing Mack could add to the list of good things about her.
He ran a hand down her hip, feeling the dip and curve beneath his fingers. She sucked in a breath and purred, reaching up to pull his lips to cover her greedy ones.
She reached for his cock, but he stopped her hand, instead guiding it toward the junction of her thighs. Covering her hand with his, he encouraged her to show him what she liked. He was so hard and ready that if she touched him now, he’d explode. It’d been a long while since he’d slept with a woman. This was going to be quick when it happened. He hoped he didn’t disappoint her.
She tried to withdraw her hand, but he gently held it in place, stroking his finger against the soft skin of her upper thigh. Gradually, firmly, inexorably, he ushered her hand between her legs, slipping a finger into her hot, wet heat. She gasped and flung her head back, closing her eyes as he moved slowly in a rhythm that belied his hunger for her. Soon, she followed his lead, and he watched her face as she pleasured herself, encouraging her to move faster, deeper, his cock getting harder with each perfect little pant she gave out every time he plunged his finger inside her.
God, he wanted her. His heart was beating like a jungle drum, the thrum taking over his head, clouding his thinking until he could hardly stop himself from taking her. She cried out in deprivation as he pulled away, her eyes springing open in shock as he left her. But it was only for a second. Fumbling for the condom he’d slipped under the pillow, he rolled over to sheath himself and then levered himself so he was hovering on his elbows above her.
“Are you still sure you want this?” He gave her one last chance to say no. Although, whether he’d be able to stop now was debatable.
“Yes. Oh, Mack, please,” she replied, breathing hard and staring up into his face. And Mack was only too happy to oblige.
She tilted her hips and groaned deep in her throat, and he couldn’t stop himself. He slipped inside her and then held steady for one perfect second, enjoying the exquisite sweetness of her. She moaned and dug her fingernails deep into the skin on his shoulders. Then he began to thrust. It felt so good. She felt so good as she lifted her hips to meet his every stroke. He wouldn’t last long.
Her breathy pants came in short, sharp punctuations, driving him on. She moved with him, at one stage lifting her head to bite his shoulder. The pain was keen and exquisite. Oh, God, he was going to come. He could tell by the way she clung to him that she was close, too. But he could no longer hold the tide back and it flowed over him like a tsunami, completely consuming him.
She pressed her forehead into his bicep as he came and then she tilted her head back and let out a primal noise as ripples of her own orgasm washed over them both.
They lay entwined for many long seconds, letting the afterglow sweep them away. That’d been intense. His arms were shaking with the effort of holding himself up. Normally, he prided himself on his staying power. And he’d almost left her behind. But something about Bindi had driven away all his self-control.
Lowering himself, he gently eased away from her and rid himself of the condom.
“Thank you,” she said huskily into his ear.
She was thanking him? He was the one who should be thanking her. But her words also felt like a form of dismissal. As if she was letting him go. As if she expected him to get up and just walk away. Well, she had another think coming, because he was a man who liked to snuggle, and he wasn’t going to hide that fact tonight. Not from Bindi. One-night stand or not, he was going to make this count. He drew her into his arms and let her rest her head on his shoulder as he got comfortable in the swag. It was a small space, but it gave him the excuse he needed to keep her close. He wasn’t letting go of her anytime soon.
“You don’t need to thank me,” he replied. “I was a more than willing participant.”
“So I noticed,” she said with a laugh. Sighing, she snuggled closer.
He turned his gaze skyward and considered the sparkling stars high above for the first time. “Your night sky is almost as beautiful as in Montana.”
“Almost,” she said with a huff. “There’s no place better to see the stars than here. Astronomers from all over the world come to Queensland to study the sky. We have the least light pollution of just about any country. You won’t get a better view.”
“How about we agree to disagree,” he said, running his fingers in a soft arc over her bare shoulder. Bumps of scar tissue from the old wound he’d seen the other day rippled beneath his fingertips.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her about it, when she murmured, “Okay. I’d much rather look at you tonight, anyway.” Her face was all dark shadows and contours in the small amount of light shed by the moon, but he could make out the curve of her jaw and the glint of moonlight in her eyes. And the hunger was there in her gaze. Again? She wanted him again, so soon? He forgot all about the scar on her shoulder. That could wait for another day.
His mother had taught him to be a gentleman, and he’d always tried to be chivalrous. Luckily, he was also a well-prepared cowboy, with more than one condom to spare. If she wanted to make love again, who was he to argue? So, he grinned and slipped his hand between their bodies to cup her breast. The first time they’d made love, he’s sorely neglected these beauties. He dropped his head and let his tongue wander in lazy circles around her left nipple. She closed her eyes and made a low noise in the back of her throat. Oh, yeah, he definitely wanted to do this again. He’d make sure to do better this time.
