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She remembered their conversation at the restaurant in Gypsy Point.You might be turned off,she’d said.I won’t,had been his instant reply. He certainly hadn’t seemed turned off last night. Or this morning. Maybe he had such strength of mind that he could just force himself to overlook her pitted and puckered skin. Yes, that made sense. He could definitely do that. So she didn’t have to worry about him looking at her and feeling revulsion or disgust. Because he could just make himself not see her as she really was.
She didn’t allow herself to dwell on it often, but sometimes she longed for the old Georgie. Now was one of those times. The old Georgie could make eye contact with a hot guy across a crowded bar and know he wanted her. She could give him a wink and a smile, go home with him and give him a lot more than that. Without hesitation or crippling self-doubt. And while she’d never met a guy who interested her enough to stick around for, she’d had a lot of fun. She’d been a lot of fun. She knew it. But those days were gone and there was no getting them back.
To further torment herself, sometimes she imagined an alternate reality, where that Georgie hadn’t been innocently walking down a city street when a building fell on her. She liked to play a game where she imagined what alternate Georgie was doing. Maybe she had a kick ass job. Or she was married with a kid or two. Maybe she worked for the UN. For that Georgie, the world was her oyster. She could do anything, be anything, have anything she wanted.
One thing was for sure, though, she thought to herself as she lay there. Alternate Georgie didn’t have the opportunity for some very hot shower sex with Ryan O’Shannessy in this reality. But this Georgie did. And why not take advantage of that? Smiling to herself, she threw back the blanket and walked across to the bathroom. She paused in the doorway, taking a moment to appreciate the view. Ryan had his back to the door, leaning one hand against the shower wall, letting the hot water cascade down his body. She took half a step into the bathroom just as he turned his head and caught sight of her. Heat shot straight to her belly at the look that flared in his eyes. He pushed the shower door open, reached out and dragged her in with him. Georgie shoved her hair back from her face as the water hit her.
Without taking his eyes off her, Ryan grabbed the body wash, squirted some into his palm and rubbed his hands together. He started at her shoulders, running his soapy hands down her arms to her wrists, then back up, grazing the sides of her breasts, giving her a wolfish grin when her breath caught. With his hands at her hips, he pushed her back against the tiles, pressing her hands flat against the wall. The unspoken instruction was clear. Keep still. Don’t touch.
He brought his hands to her breasts, squeezing, kneading, toying with her nipples. It drove Georgie mad and he knew it. “Kiss me, why don’t you?”
“Aye, alright then.” He brushed a kiss across her jaw, to her earlobe, which he bit gently before moving down to her shoulder. Pressed searing kisses down over her breasts. He dropped to his knees, continuing the kisses over her stomach, her hips, her thighs. He moved his hands up her legs, around to her bottom. Georgie’s heart was pounding as desire overwhelmed her. “Hold on, mo chroi.” She grabbed the ledge at the top of the shower tiles as Ryan lifted her, throwing her legs over his shoulders. She closed her eyes, felt the scrape of his stubble along the tender skin of her inner thighs. Moaned when she felt his tongue on her. Flicking, licking, sucking. She lost control, bucking her hips against him, digging her fingers in as molten heat flashed through her system. She came hard, barely managing to hold on as her legs quivered and her body jerked.
Ryan lowered her shaky legs to the floor, kissing his way back up her body until he found her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him feverishly. She could feel his erection straining against her and thrilled at the barely slaked hunger she had for him. She broke the kiss, leaning back a little, keeping one arm around his neck. Trailed her hand down his chest, slowly, torturously. Watched his face as she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking down the length of him. Increasing the pressure a little, she was delighted when his breathing turned ragged and he pushed against her hand. She basked in the knowledge that she could make him just as hot as he made her. That knowledge inflamed her, so when he pulled her hand away and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him while he kissed her hungrily, she was ready for him. “I want it hard,” she said, barely breaking the kiss, stepping back, dragging him with her so she was caught between the wall and Ryan. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her, cried out when he thrust into her. Then out. Back in. Faster and faster. Holding tight to his shoulders, she was able to meet his thrusts with her own. She let her head fall back against the wall and closed her eyes, giving into the heat. Ryan hammered into her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the tiny bathroom.
Georgie felt the climax building, rode the wave of pleasure high, then higher still. Then she broke. Fell apart in Ryan’s arms as the orgasm wracked her. She held tight to him as he came, her body trembling and weak. She would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her so tight. He rested his forehead on hers, his chest heaving. Georgie slid one hand down, holding it over his racing heart.
“You could kill me,” he said after some time, slowly letting her legs fall to the floor. “But I can think of worse ways to go.”
She laughed softly, leaning against him and resting her head on his chest as the water washed over them. He kissed the top of her head before reaching around her to turn the tap off. “I need breakfast.” Pushing open the shower door, he grabbed a towel and handed it to Georgie.
“Me too,” she replied, wrapping the towel around herself.
“I can make egg and bacon muffins on the barbecue.”
“Yes, please!” She followed him out of the bathroom, realizing that she had no clothes to wear. And her robe was where she’d left it last night. In a pile on the deck. She flicked a glance at Ryan as he got dressed, seemingly oblivious to her dilemma. Sighing, she went to the door and had a quick look outside. No one was walking up the track. Holding the towel around her in a tight fist she dashed out, scooped up her robe, hesitated briefly before gathering up Ryan’s clothes and hurried back inside. Ryan was pulling eggs and bacon out of the fridge and she felt his eyes on her when she dumped the clothes on the bed, picked up her robe. She hustled into it, not looking at Ryan when she moved past him to go into the bathroom to hang her towel up. When she came back out, he was standing near the kitchen counter, looking at her.
“You don’t have to do that.”
She thought she knew what he meant. You don’t have to cover yourself up. She adamantly disagreed and wasn’t at all interested in having a discussion about it, so she shrugged. “Do you want me to toast the muffins?”
She thought he was going to argue, push at her, but then he appeared to recognize her deflection for what it was because he let it go. “No, but you can make the coffee and come outside, sit with me while I cook.”
Georgie blew out a breath of relief. “Okay.” She made the coffee, smiling at Ryan as he opened the sliding door for her. “That smells great.” He took his coffee from her, pressed a quick kiss to her lips and moved back to the barbecue. “I’ve got a strange question for you.”
“Okay.” Georgie braced herself.
“What do you think of Queensland?”
Georgie frowned in confusion. That was not what she had been expecting him to ask her. “I’ve never been, but I don’t have anything against it.”
“I’m heading up there next week. Do you think you might like to come with me?”
Georgie’s frown deepened. Ryan’s tone had a strange edge to it. “Where abouts in Queensland?”
“Port Douglas. Mossman, more accurately.”
“Are you visiting your ex-wife?”
“I am.” He shot her a quick, assessing look. “She’s holding a grand opening for her research center and has invited me to come.”
“That’s nice.”
“Yes, it is.”
“And you want me to go with you?”
“Aye. It’s never nice to go to these things on your own.”
