Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,47

fabric, the weave of the filmy material imprinting on his fingerprints.

He followed the heat down, down, down as his tongue rolled over and over the peak of her taut nipple, his teeth grazing lightly with each pass. His finger dipped into the seam that parted her, whispering against the little nub engorged with sex, heat and lust.

Sadie bucked. One second his mouth was creating delicious havoc and the next, with just one brush of his finger, her world came apart. Release hit at warp speed, coalescing into a ball of heat and light and pressure right at her very core. The ripples became a tsunami and exploded through her internal muscles in spasms of almost unbearable pleasure.

She cried out his name into the night as her climax not only shook her, but felt as if it shook the very foundations beneath her. The stars above her head twisted into pretty kaleidoscope patterns just before her lids shut them out and she gripped his shoulders to keep her earthbound.

It took a moment for Kent’s lust-drunk brain to realise what was happening. His hand stilled and he lifted his head as he looked down into her firelit face as she gasped, her eyes shut tight, her head rocking from side to side.

Watching Sadie Bliss shatter into a million pieces was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He’d never been so turned on in his life.

He’d lost his virginity at nineteen and he’d prided himself on always leaving a woman satisfied, but never in all the years since had a woman been this responsive.

He watched every last nuance of her climax as it rippled through her face from her scrunched brow to her parted mouth. He held her as her cries settled, her face relaxed and her eyes slowly opened, coming into a slow dazed-looking focus on his.

He smiled down at her. ‘Why, Sadie Bliss, that’s one hell of a party trick,’ he murmured.

Sadie’s brain scrambled to come back on line as her cheeks warmed. She saw amusement flickering in his gaze and shut her eyes again. She wanted to die. She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. The man had barely touched her and she’d shattered into a thousand pieces like some seedy porn queen.

The exact behaviour every guy she’d ever been with had expected from a woman with a body like hers.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, opening her eyes, pushing against his arms, desperately trying to pull the edges of her clothing together, suddenly ashamed of her nudity.

Kent frowned as she struggled to sit up. ‘Sadie,’ he said, firming his arms around her a little.

Sadie shook her head, panic setting in. She needed to get up, to cover up. To have a shower. To curl up in her bed and stick her head under the pillow. ‘Let me up,’ she demanded, pushing against him again.

Kent heard the note of alarm in her voice and instantly rolled back. ‘Sadie, it’s fine,’ he said as she vaulted upright, scrambling to her feet, grasping at the edges of her clothes, keeping her back to him.

Sadie shook her head, her legs barely supporting her as her useless trembling fingers tried to button the dress. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, battling with the insane urge to cry as the buttons refused to cooperate. ‘I’m...they’re very...sensitive and it’s been a while.’

Sadie cringed even as she said it. What possible excuse was there to come in two seconds with someone who was practically a stranger? God knew what he thought of her.

Kent frowned. He couldn’t for the life of him work out what was so awful about the situation. ‘Why are you apologising?’

Sadie shut her eyes as the buttons defeated her. Keeping her back to him, she quickly shrugged out of his shirt, her dress and bra and then climbed back into the fleecy warmth of flannelette.

Kent, still hard, twitched at the glimpse of her bare thonged buttocks, another diamanté winking in the firelight where the back waistband was intersected by a thin vertical strip connecting the front with the back.

‘Can we please just forget this happened?’ she muttered, pulling the shirt edges together firmly across her chest, knowing buttons were still beyond her.

She really didn’t want to talk about this.

Kent watched as his shirt enveloped the backs of her thighs and the view was snatched away.

‘Look at me, Sadie.’

Sadie hugged her waist and contemplated melting into the dark outback night. Anything seemed preferable to facing him after her completely wanton behaviour.

Even the spiders and scorpions seemed a