Sean’s hand glided upwards to my hips, sliding underneath my skirt.
“No, I want to see you,” he whispered.
I frowned, shaking my head.
Sean’s lips pressed against the crinkled line of my forehead, the pressure melting the line away, as his mouth moved to work a maddening trail down my neck.
“Leave it.” He spoke his words into my heated skin. Suddenly all my worries about the lamplight were forgotten as Sean hooked his fingers into the elastic of my knickers.
The springs of the bed groaned a loud, infuriating sound as I moved under Sean’s wicked touch.
I stilled, digging my nails into Sean’s shoulders as he manoeuvred himself on top of me.
I winced. “The bed’s too loud.”
A glint of amusement lit Sean’s eyes as he stood, pulling me to my feet. Reaching past me he pulled the doona off my bed and onto the floor with a shower of pillows. I had to stifle my laugh as Sean grinned down at me, stepping into a slow, lingering kiss. He motioned towards me gently, down to our new makeshift bed. He edged my legs apart and settled his delicious weight on top of me.
“Better?” He cocked his brow.
I smiled, threading my fingers around the tendrils of his hair at the nape of his neck.
“Much better.”
He kissed me with a deep, intoxicating caress as he whispered against my mouth once more. “I know what will make it even better.” Sean’s wicked mouth lowered over my body, kissing a sweet trail of blinding madness as I cradled his head and arched into each knowing stroke.
Sean gently parted my legs wider, running his strong hands down my stomach. Leaving a tingling trail as his heated eyes watched mine, he shifted into place, dipping his head and placing a soft kiss on the inside of my knee. He traced a burning line on my smooth inner thigh.
This was forgetting in a way I had never dreamed was possible, so utterly mind-shattering. I inhaled, feeling fabric peel away, exposing me to Sean so completely. I breathed deeply, bracing myself for what was to come as his head lowered.
Surely he isn’t …
He did. I had cursed him for dominating every thought of every waking moment of my day, for making me care way too much about the effect he had over me, the effect he had not just on my mind, but in that very moment on my body, as well. My hands fisted into the doona underneath me, my body no longer my own. I mentally cursed Sean Murphy, gasping in a series of blinding blinks and shallow breaths.
Damn him, I thought, damn him!
Never could I have believed that letting down my guard could feel so good and never could I have imagined that in that very moment, lying on my bedroom floor on a makeshift cluster of blankets and pillows, I would unravel so completely.
Chapter Fifty-Six
I would be such a crap poker player.
Since Sean’s late-night sneak in and early-morning sneak out, I had only seen him once. One time. He came into the bar later on Sunday afternoon for a few quiet ones with Toby. I tried for cool and casual as I channel-flicked the television in the main bar while the boys talked to Dad about footy. I tried my best at pretending I wasn’t affected by Sean’s presence. Sean, the boy who I had, only a mere hours before, been having sex with on my bedroom floor.
He was so painfully close I didn’t dare meet his knowing eyes. But, of course, me and my cursed, inquisitive nature couldn’t help myself. I wiped down the bar next to Dad, glancing up from under my heavy, sleep-deprived eyelids to be rewarded with a flash of Sean’s smile, or the sound of his laughter that had my stomach twisting in nervous pleasure. He was wearing a crisp, white T that complemented the tan of his skin.
It was absolute torture being so close to him, yet not interacting, hiding the new bond we now officially shared, but I was so paranoid people would get the ‘they just did it’ vibe, I couldn’t talk to him; I couldn’t be normal. Which was ridiculous. And I knew it was, but there was no way anyone would suspect that Sean Murphy and Amy Henderson were involved in any way.
Well, apart from Tammy who knew and Adam who had guessed, and Ringer who teased and Mum and Chris who threatened and, holy shit, was there anyone that didn’t know? I casually looked at Dad in my peripheral vision and swallowed hard.
I have to get out of here.
I chucked the remote aside and made my way out from behind the bar.
“Where you going, love?” Dad broke from his conversation to look at me with interest, as did Toby and Sean.
Crap! I just wanted to sneak away.
It took all my strength to not automatically flick a glance at Sean; I could feel his eyes burning into me.
“Oh, um … I’m just going to see if Mum needs any help before the auction tomorrow,” I stammered.
Dad’s brows rose in astonishment. I guess me helping out in any way for the auction would be rather unexpected. These past three weeks for them had been the equivalent to living with a time bomb. I had flaired up over the littlest of things. I was just tired and completely over my over-analysing thoughts. But it had all come down to this.