Australian Affairs: Tempted: Tempted by Dr. Morales. Carol Marinelli
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Название: Australian Affairs: Tempted: Tempted by Dr. Morales
Автор: Carol Marinelli
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474086622
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He adored her.
Why, she was almost begging as his mouth took her more fervently. Why did he have to take all of her? Why did he have to show her how good things could be? She was coming and fighting it; she was loving it and scared of it, scared of loving him.
Juan held her in his mouth and he just about came himself as he felt her throb and finally still.
‘Cate.’ He said her name as he slid up her body. He did not allow her time to calm; he had taken her rapidly once and she sobbed now as he took her slowly. It was torture to be locked with him, to be consumed by him, to gather speed together with each building thrust.
Cate arched into him, her orgasm a race down her spine and along her thighs. The powerful thrusts of him had her dizzy, the feel of his final swell that beckoned his end was like a tattoo being etched in her mind. And then he collapsed on top of her; incoherent thoughts were voiced. It was a moment she would never forget.
‘We could have had three months!’ Breathless, Juan berated the time lost to them.
Breathless, Cate thanked God she had waited, because she couldn’t have given him months of this with the end looming.
She was beyond confused; his bed was no place to examine her true feelings, because she was only here for one night, except both knew they had just gone too far.
They both lay, pretending to be asleep, until finally they were—but it was an uneasy sleep, a difficult sleep. Cate didn’t want to get too close to the man who lay beside her and Juan, with a mind that raced through the dark hours, chose not to hold onto her throughout the night.
Juan woke at two.
He always did.
He moved his legs, just a little, he moved his hands and then remembered Cate’s hands on his neck and the look they had shared. He wondered if she might guess.
Asleep, she rolled into him and after a moment he put his arm around her; the luxury of that she could not know. He allowed himself the bliss of contact as he faced tomorrow—the anniversary of the wedding that hadn’t happened was the day he had dreaded the most.
He dreaded another day now, one week on Tuesday when he left Australia. It was already drawing eerily close.
‘HOLA, MAMÁ!’
Cate lay in bed, awaiting the promised coffee, but since Juan had got up his phone had rung three times and she had listened to him chatting away in the kitchen in Spanish, sounding incredibly upbeat.
Cate felt anything but.
Last night had been amazing, possibly the best night she had ever had, except she had got too close, had given away too much. Not just with words; last night had been way more intimate than she had intended.
Perhaps more intimate than Juan had intended too, for he didn’t quite meet her eyes when he walked into the bedroom and waited while she sat up in bed and then handed her a mug. ‘Sorry that the coffee took so long.’
‘Is it your birthday?’
‘No,’ Juan answered. ‘Why?’
‘All the calls?’
‘Just family.’
He wasn’t so upbeat now; if anything, things between them were back to being a touch awkward.
‘What time are you working?’ Juan asked.
‘Twelve,’ Cate said, glancing at the clock. ‘What about you?’
‘I have the rest of the week off till Friday. I have to move out of here on Tuesday.’
‘Where will you go?’
‘I am staying with a couple of nurses I met, travelling, who work at the Children’s Hospital.’
Nurse Purple Face, Cate thought. This was big-girl’s-pants time: it was time to hide the truth and lie; it was time to smile and pretend it had been good while it lasted.
Good didn’t even come close.
Cate gulped down her coffee and then climbed out of bed. ‘Well, I’m going to head home.’ She started to pull on her clothes.
‘Have a shower,’ Juan offered. ‘I’ll find a towel…’
‘I’ll get one at home.’ She didn’t want a beach towel or a Juan towel wrestled from a backpack. She wanted a cupboard with towels in it and a home that wasn’t about to be abandoned without a backward glance a couple of days from now.
Even if the views were to die for.
Even if it had been fun.
‘I’ll see you.’ He gave her a kiss and she returned it briefly, because it was very hard to not ask when, not to know if this was the last time.
‘Cate…’ He walked her to her car. ‘I’ll call you.’
‘Sure.’
His phone was ringing again and she gave a cheery wave and drove off, her hands so tight around the steering-wheel that she turned the wipers on instead of the indicators as she turned into her street. She ignored the horn and the abuse from a driver behind.
She waved to Bridgette as she climbed out of her car.
‘What time do you call this?’ Bridgette joked, and Cate gave another wave and bright smile but it died the moment the door closed.
Pull yourself together, Cate, she told herself.
She’d done it.
Slept with him.
Succumbed to him.
Now she just had to work out how to put together the pieces of her heart…
‘Are you even listening?’ Kelly asked as they sat in the staffroom, waiting for their shift to commence.
‘Sorry?’ Cate said. ‘I was miles away.’
‘It must be hell for those firefighters,’ Kelly said, pointing to the news. ‘Imagine having to wear all that gear in this heat and be near the fires.’
Cate couldn’t imagine it. The fires were inching closer. It took up half the news at night and everyone was just holding their breath for a change to cooler weather to arrive, but there was still no sign of it.
They headed around to work and, though it would be tempting to hide in the office she still hadn’t got around to sorting out, there were, of course, a whole heap of problems to be dealt with.
‘I’m not happy to send him home, Cate,’ Sheldon said.
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