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Except…if she was going back to Melbourne, the most she could hope for was a fling. And apparently, Seth didn’t do flings. She was pretty sure he was the still-waters-run-deep type of man—which just happened to be Amy’s favourite type.
Truth was, she wasn’t into flings either, although she believed she could possibly make an exception for Seth Reardon.
Unhappily, she moved to the edge of the rock pool and looked down into the crystal-clear water. She watched the weeds swaying gracefully like thin green scarves anchored to the sandy bottom. She could see the sky reflected in the water and the overhead branches festooned with orchids and birds’-nest ferns like bracelets covering the arms of a bellydancer.
The bright pink of her T-shirt looked strangely out of place amidst the greens and blues and browns…but as she stood there, watching the reflection, she saw Seth drifting closer, until he was standing right next to her…
Dangerous tingling sensations spread under her skin. She closed her eyes, wishing she could be more sensible about this man. She’d never been forward with guys, but right now she was fighting a shameless urge to turn and throw herself into his arms. Kiss me, take me…
‘I guess we should go back,’ he said, looking down at the water.
Amy let out the breath she’d been holding. ‘I guess.’
Seth didn’t move…and neither did she.
He was standing so close to her that she only had to sway towards him and their bodies would be touching.
‘Amy,’ he whispered hoarsely and she saw the movement of his reflection, saw his hand reach out to touch her hair.
When she turned to him, she bumped into his hand. He smiled; let his fingers trace the curve of her cheek, and her pulse began a hectic dance…
‘You’re so lovely,’ he whispered.
Oh, man. She was wearing an old T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was in a ponytail and she hadn’t a skerrick of make-up. And yet Seth was trembling as he touched her and was telling her she was lovely.
This incredibly attractive, gorgeous man thought she was lovely. This serious man who’d rejected Rachel’s flirtations thought she, Amy, was lovely.
In a rocket-burst of confidence and overpowering need, she touched her finger to his lips. ‘Just imagine I’m a female firefly and I’m flashing madly,’ she whispered.
Seth smiled.
Beautifully.
His kiss started out tender and sweet, but within seconds it turned earthy and hot. His arms came around her, drawing her hard into his heat.
He broke the kiss for one pulse beat, maybe two…then he began to seduce her slowly, slowly, teasing her lower lip, brushing it with his lips, with his tongue, with his teeth, wringing soft sighs from her, and tiny, tiny moans…before he took the kiss deeper, hungrier, wilder…making her feel like a goddess…
Goddess of the rock pool.
She felt this could go on for ever and getting wilder and wilder, spinning out of control, until she tumbled into the water with him, and swam naked. Made love beneath the waterfall.
‘Do you fancy a swim?’ Seth murmured into her mouth and his eyes were heavy-lidded and hot as he searched her face.
‘You can read my mind,’ she whispered, totally, totally lost in longing.
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and hauled it over her head and Seth groaned softly. His hands were trembling as he touched her breasts.
With a cry, Amy began to tug his shirt free from his jeans. She’d never been so turned on, so drowning in desire.
But then, at the worst possible moment, like a distant echo from a past life, Seth said one word.
‘Bella.’
What?
Her mind was too crazed to comprehend. Her eyes were closed, her breath trapped in desperate anticipation of his touch.
‘What about Bella?’ he said.
Oh, good grief.
She couldn’t believe she’d been so carried away that she’d forgotten Bella. Completely.
Seth’s groan morphed into a shaky laugh. ‘I don’t suppose we can leave her with Ming for a little longer?’
A little longer. How long was that?
Too long, surely.
If only…
With a heavy sigh, Seth gathered Amy close, pressed his lips to her forehead. His hands rubbed her bare arms, muddling her thoughts, making her yearn to throw off her responsibilities.
But how could she be so weak?
She sighed. ‘Poor Ming will probably be demented by now. Bella has the attention span of a goldfish. I suppose we’d better head back and rescue him.’
‘I was afraid you’d say that.’
His reluctance to leave was flattering, but with a good-humoured chuckle he released her and he bent down and retrieved her T-shirt from the rock at their feet.
He helped her into it, then enfolded her to him one more time, flooding her with happiness.
As they went back along the track and up the stone stairs the wild happiness strummed Amy’s nerve endings and she had to stop herself from skipping.
She wasn’t sure if this second kiss had been another reckless moment, or the start of something quite, quite wonderful…but exquisite thrills zapped through her like a riff on an electric guitar, and she was too happy to spoil the blissful sensations by analysing them too much.
Seth watched Amy disappear into the house to relieve Ming of his babysitting duties, and then, as sanity returned, let out his breath on an anguished sigh.
He’d totally lost it, lost himself in the sexy sweetness of Amy’s kiss. He’d come within a hair’s breadth of dragging her into that pool and taking things beyond the point of no return.
Kissing Amy was fast becoming a dangerous addiction.
But it was madness.
He should never have started this. He should have been stronger, should have had the sense to remember Bella before he made a move on Amy.
He’d set out this morning with the best of intentions, but he’d lost his perspective at some point during the conversation about Rachel and his uncle. He’d kept the details of their story to himself for so long, and it had been damned difficult to talk about what had happened, but Amy had been so incredibly sympathetic, so understanding.
She really did understand. She’d experienced the same black hole of grief. She’d been living there, in that same painful, guilty place.
She knew.
He’d felt a soul-deep connection, and when he’d told her she was lovely, he hadn’t only been talking about her dark chocolate eyes, or her lovely smile, or her exceptionally lovely legs. Looking at Amy was a source of constant delight, but he couldn’t ignore her warmth and sympathy, or her courage for taking on the responsibility of Bella.
The fact that these qualities all came wrapped in such a sweet, sexy package was a miracle.
Amy had looked so right standing there beside the rock pool and he’d almost hoodwinked himself into thinking that she belonged there.
Fool.
He shouldn’t have started another kiss; should have been stronger. Amy hadn’t been flirting. Hell, if she’d been flirting, the kiss could have been excused. But she’d been deadly serious when she’d turned to him.
She’d been asking him to take a leap of faith.
And Seth had no faith.
He’d lost his faith years ago in hard and bitter lessons, and he knew damn well that no amount of loving could overcome the problems posed by this remote lifestyle.
All faith in such rosy dreams had been shattered by his mother, by Jennifer, and by what had happened when Rachel turned up…
Seth’s die had been cast then, just as Amy’s had. They had separate responsibilities now. He had no choice but to keep Serenity going. He owed it to his uncle to stay here, and Amy had no choice but to return to Melbourne and to raise Rachel’s daughter there, surrounded by family, schools, playgroups, ballet classes—everything a little girl needed.
He had no right to dally in kisses, or to toy with Amy’s emotions.
For the rest of her stay, he had to remember that. Her sweetness and softness were out of bounds.
Hell, he’d already kissed her twice.
Twice.
Two mistakes.
He couldn’t afford a third.
Chapter Eight (#ulink_fddcd6ca-75c8-54f1-9b10-79d2bb311fe6)
AMY was unhappily aware of how very quiet Seth was as they set off later that morning to explore Serenity in his four-wheel drive.
They were travelling west and ahead of them the sky was leaden and thick with grey clouds. ‘Looks like the rain’s coming back,’ she said.
Seth merely nodded, but she told herself he was concentrating on the narrow, winding track that quite quickly emerged from lush rainforest into open eucalypt bushland and then to grassy plains.
Now, she could see big mobs of Serenity’s cattle dotting the wide, flat paddocks. The animals were huge, pale cream and grey with droopy ears and humps on their shoulders.
‘What kind of cows are they?’ she asked.
‘Brahmans. That’s the best breed for the tropics.’
‘So…do you ride horses and do all those wonderful cowboy stunts?’
‘What cowboy stunts?’ His eyes held a glint of amusement that suggested he was only pretending to be insulted.
‘Oh, you know—throwing a lasso around some poor unsuspecting cow, or turning your horse on a five-cent piece.’
He spared her a small smile. ‘You mean the incredibly valuable stock-handling skills that come after years and years of hard practice?’
‘Well…yes. Have you been through all the years of practice?’
‘Sure.’
‘I’d love to see you on horseback.’
She wasn’t sure why he frowned. She thought it would be so cool to see Seth thundering over grassy plains after a mob of cattle, or sending water flying as his horse cantered across a creek.
For a short stretch of silence, she let her thoughts play with these swoon-worthy images. She stole a glance at Seth’s jeans-clad thighs, toned from all the hours he’d spent in the saddle, watched the competent way he drove over the rough ground, one hand on the steering wheel, the other smoothly shifting gears.
He was all hard-packed male and capable strength and every time she remembered the way he’d kissed her, the way his hands had touched her, her body caught fire.
Hugging the memories like happy secrets, she dug into her scanty understanding of the cattle industry to find more questions to put to him. When were the cattle mustered? When were calves born and weaned? Were the wetseason floods a problem? How often was a vet required? When did the stock go to market?
Seth answered politely and patiently, but she sensed his cautiousness, too, as if he didn’t want to bore her with unnecessary details. His caution bothered her. Couldn’t he guess that she would never be bored by anything to do with him? Or his lifestyle?
He pulled up at a group of cottages beside timber-railed stockyards. ‘I thought you might like to meet one of the families who live here,’ he said.
‘I’d love that,’ Amy replied with an eagerness that was totally sincere.
Seth frowned and she wondered what she’d said wrong.
Still frowning, he said, ‘By the way, these folk know about you and Bella.’
Before she could ask him how much they knew, a tall, rather splendid-looking Aboriginal man came towards them, walking with a longlegged, easy stride.
Seth introduced him as Barney Prior, Serenity’s head stockman.
As Amy shook hands with Barney the flyscreen door of the nearest cottage opened and a young woman, willow slender, with arresting green eyes and hair the colour of rich marmalade, waved to them.
She was wearing a colourful sarong and a sky-blue vest top. Her feet were bare, her toenails painted blue to match her clothes, and a silver chain twinkled at her ankle. Despite her fair complexion, she looked wonderfully at home in this tropical outpost.
Amy liked her at first sight, and her name, she soon learned, was Celia. She was Barney’s wife. They’d met in Cairns, they happily explained, and they’d lived together on Serenity station for ten years.
Their two children appeared close behind Celia—a golden-skinned, bright-eyed boy of six and a shy little girl of three.
As soon as Bella was released from her seat belt she shot out of the vehicle like a champagne cork from a bottle. ‘Hello, kids! Hello, hello! My name’s Bella.’
Luckily the children were charmed by her lavish enthusiasm for their company, and a mutual admiration society was quickly formed.
Within a matter of moments, Seth and Barney were lounging in squatters’ chairs on the veranda, keeping watch over the giggling children, who were already climbing the railings on the stockyard fence.
