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“How close is Bessie right now?” Jet whispered.
“Car park.”
“Go,” he grunted, with a subtle thrust of his hips into my belly.
Oh …
We hurried out the door, with Jet pausing to swoop up my postcards. As soon as we reached Bessie, Jet had me pinned against the van, kissing me down my neck.
“I haven’t showered, and I smell so bad,” I whimpered, fumbling with the door lock.
“You’re still honey and coconut and all you. Hurry,” he pleaded.
I slid the door open and gave Jet a push on his chest. “Inside, now.”
He grinned as he jumped into the van, heading straight for the bed.
I slammed the door shut after me, checking all the curtains were closed before I whipped his AC/DC tee shirt over my head. He paused with his zipper, his eyes going straight to my boobs as I took off my bra.
“Keep going!” I waved impatiently at his crotch. “Pants! Gone! Now!”
But Jet didn’t hurry. He slowly slid across the mattress and closed the distance between us.
“Seeing you in real life like this?” His fingers brushed against the side of my breasts, and my skin pebbled all over. “I didn’t think I would ever get this chance again.”
Jet cupped my jaw and devoured my mouth with his, pressing his body against mine, and then, just as abruptly, he pulled away. “Right now, I want to fuck you so fast and, at the same time, go as slow as I possibly can.”
“We have all the time,” I murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He grinned and nodded, his eyes glassy.
“I, Ariane Wilde, promise you, Jethro Cummings, that I’m here to stay. I want you to be a part of my new life.”
“Teaching,” he blurted.
“How did you?—”
“Debra,” he admitted, cringing.
“Fucking hell, Mum,” I muttered, swaying forwards to lean against his chest. “It was meant to be a surprise.”
“She was always talking about you whenever she was in the pub. It was torture. But I hung on every word while you were at the cattle station and not talking to me.”
I gently pushed back to meet his gaze.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Ari. You found what you want to do, and you’ll be great at it.”
“Found out who I want to share that with, too,” I murmured.
“Yeah?” He stroked my cheek.
I shrugged one shoulder. “Met some random at speed dating. Promised me a decent shag.”
“Did he now?”
“Maybe he’ll take me to see his place.”
Jet grinned, gently pressing his body into mine, his arousal obvious. “This has been the longest fucking speed date in history, Ari. I’m going to call Guinness World Records to stake a claim on the title.”
