His kissed her face and then her lips, and she could taste herself in his mouth. Sucking on his tongue, she felt him tense and shudder just as another climax rocked through her body with such intensity, it left her breathless, seeing stars as he came with a final shuddering thrust.
Lying spent beneath him, Libby ehaviour at how good sex with Nathan was. It’d been too long, but waiting had been worth it. That was mind-blowing, brain-melting sex. He rolled off her and kept his arm over her body before snuggling into her side. She crossed her arms over her breasts as his gaze raked over her them again, the moonlight casting a milky glow over her skin.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.” He moved her arm and leaned over to kiss her nipple, pulling it with his lips as he let it go. She felt a reaction deep in her gut as they hardened and moaned.
“You’ll have to give me a minute if you want to do that again.”
“Out of practice, Nathan?” She teased him, her gaze on his face.
“No more than you, sweetheart.” Leaning up on one arm, he ran a finger around her mouth, making her part her lips and wet them with her tongue. Nathan held her chin with one hand and plundered her mouth, their tongues exploring as their passion built up. Libby pulled him close and held his head to her, tasting and taking as much as she could.
“You’re so beautiful, Libby.” His fore head resting on hers, he locked eyes with her.
“I’m not.” Libby tried to look away. “I’m saggy in places I wish I wasn’t, and that doesn’t make me beautiful.”
“You should wear your maturity with pride. You have two beautiful children who came from this body. Even I know that takes its toll.” He teased her mouth with his. “You don’t see me whining about my gray hair, do you?”
“It’s not quite the same thing.” She tried not to grin at the comment. He only had a few each side and instead of making him look old, it made him sexy.
“Hey, I could be the vain type, and it would crush me that you noticed.”
“But you’re not vain. You’re just the control freak type.” She felt him stiffen and immediately regretted her words.
“I’d rather think of myself as driven, not a control freak.” His tone was suddenly icy.
“Okay, I use the wrong words, sorry. I guess this is where I say thanks for the sex, get dressed, and go home.” She pushed him away and rolled off the bed. She didn’t want to end the night with an argument. Libby wanted to remember the passion they’d shared without any angry words between them, and that wasn’t going to happen if she stayed.
She found her underwear and scrunched them in her hands, blushing furiously as she remembered the way his tongue had felt through the scrap of silk and walked out of the bedroom with as much dignity as she could muster, wearing nothing but her high heels. She stopped at the end of the hallway and stepped into her dress, wriggling it up over her hips and zipping it up as she passed through the kitchen. It wasn’t until she was driving into her own property that she let go of the sigh she’d been holding in.
Nathan lay on the bed listening to Libby leave. Control freak...where the hell did that come from? He’d admit he liked things to go to plan and bedding Libby hadn’t been one of them, not his anyway. She obviously had other ideas, and he wasn’t about to knock them. She was sexy as hell, and he wanted her, but sooner or later, she’d cave and go running back to town because she couldn’t handle the pressure. I know she will, and I won’t go there. I can’t. He shuddered at the memory of the last woman he’d loved and lost before he shifted off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the cold tap in the shower stall and under the icy jets. He lifted his face and let the water run over him. Nathan remembered the feel of her hands digging into his skin, pulling him deeper into her body. Despite the cold water, the twitching of his now firm cock annoyed him.
Can I trust her? Should I? His body responded, but that was lust not love. Who am I kidding; it could easily turn to that. Nathan turned off the water and grabbed a towel before furiously drying himself and throwing it over the edge of the bath. He headed to bed, but the smell of sex and Libby haunted his dreams.
Chapter 11
Tom had left the kitchen light on, and Libby slipped her shoes off before she walked inside. She turned it off and headed for her own room, shutting the door behind her. She threw her knickers in the wash bag and dropped her dress on the bathroom floor before pulling her sleep shirt over her head. She wanted to sleep with Nathan’s smell on her skin and dream about what could be if they were both different people.
He wanted her farm, not her, and she wanted someone who would take on her and her family for what they were, not what they now had. It was all well and good saying she’d use him for sex. But at the end of the day, all that did was scratch the itch and leave her wanting more. But, damn, it felt good. She rolled over in her large, lonely bed and hugged her pillow as she fell into a sexually satisfied sleep.
Libby grimaced as the kookaburras gave their usual early-morning wake-up call. She didn’t want to face
