Driving Her Crazy - By Amy Andrews Page 0,51

intently through the lens, his gravelly words soothing to an ego that had been battered and bruised for a long time. She shifted her still-bent leg until the foot was resting on his calf, then she slowly traced her big toe up to his knee and down his thigh before coming to rest on the bulge behind his zipper.

‘What about this?’ she asked, her voice husky as she idly traced her toe over the hard ridge.

Kent dropped the camera, shutting his eyes as he sucked in a breath at the erotic torture. He cracked open his eyes as he placed a stilling hand on her foot. ‘Ever done it on the roof of a car?’

Sadie smiled as she pushed the ball of her foot against the hard length of him. ‘I don’t think those swags are conducive to fooling around in and it’s getting pretty cold.’

Kent’s erection surged against the pressure. ‘Lucky for us they zip together.’

‘Really?’ Sadie smiled. She withdrew her foot and in one fluid movement got to her feet.

‘That’s a yes, then?’ He smiled, enjoying the view as he looked up at her. His shirt had never looked so damn good. It was completely open, exposing both breasts and the jut of her hard nipples. That fascinating pink gauzy patch at eye level.

‘Hurry,’ she tossed over her shoulder as she headed towards the vehicle.

Kent watched her go, firelight at her back, starlight at her front. He picked up his camera. ‘Sadie,’ he called.

Sadie half turned and smiled at him as he snapped the perfect silhouette. His shirt was half off her shoulders, the starry night an amazing backdrop.

‘I’m getting naked in ten seconds and it’s cold over here,’ she said as she continued on her way.

Kent didn’t need to be told twice.

NINE

Kent woke with a start in the middle of the night to a noise. The first thing he saw was Sadie’s concerned face looking down at him. He knew without having to ask that the noise must have come from him.

‘You okay?’ she asked. She’d gone to sleep with her head resting on Kent’s shoulder and his head thrashing had woken her a few seconds ago.

Kent raised his head, blinking a couple of times as he looked around, trying to clear the clinging debris of his recurrent bad dream.

He sometimes wondered if he’d ever be okay again.

‘Sorry.’ He grimaced, his head falling back down.

Sadie resumed her position, snuggling into his side, tucking her head into his shoulder. He smelled good—like wood smoke, soap and man. Her palm sat against his chest and she could feel the accelerated thump of his heart. She shivered as he traced his fingers up and down her bare arm.

She didn’t say anything for a while, content after their exhaustive rooftop session to lay snuggled against him under the stars.

‘You have bad dreams?’

Kent’s caress stilled momentarily before starting again. ‘Yes.’

Sadie wasn’t fooled by the evenness of his tone. His thudding heart told another story. ‘You had one that first night, too,’ she said. She waited for him to say something and when nothing was forthcoming she glanced at his profile. ‘Is it about the accident?’

‘Yes.’

Sadie gently rubbed her palm along the pillow of a sturdy pec. ‘I’m guessing you don’t talk about it much?’

‘Nope.’

‘Maybe you should talk to a professional?’ she suggested gently.

‘Nope.’

Sadie’s hand stilled on his chest and she rolled up onto her side, propping her head in her hand. ‘Oh, dear,’ she mused, watching his mouth in the moonlight. ‘Are we back to the beginning again?’

Kent dropped his hand from her shoulder and looked at her. ‘I’m not telling some strange shrink my problems.’

Sadie heard a world of pain and denial behind his vehement rejection of help. ‘So don’t,’ she said, finally giving into the urge to trace his mouth with her finger, pulling it away when he shook his head from side to side to displace it. ‘Talk to me about it instead.’

And before he could say no to her face she dropped down beside him again, placing her head on his shoulder, his hand automatically coming to rest there again.

Kent looked up at the stars, conscious of Sadie’s naked body draped all warm and pliant against his. Every breath he took was filled with a special mix of cool outback and her and immersed him in memories from their fun beneath the covers not that long ago.

There was something extraordinarily generous about Sadie Bliss. She was a giver. And that had obviously cost her in life. She’d been