Part 10 (1/2)

Rosie's laughter split the quiet night. 'Tabitha on caffeine? I don't blame you for hiding.'

His eyes slid down her face to settle upon her lips. Her heart shot into her throat. She shut her mouth. But it was no use; every part of her buzzed in expectation of what it would feel like to have his lips on hers.

'Did you know Venus is the hottest planet in our solar system?' Okay, so she was getting desperate.

He paused about three inches from touchdown.

She went on, 'And, while Venus was the Roman G.o.ddess of beauty and love, in Greek mythology she was named Aphrodite, and Ishtar for the Babylonians?'

'That I'm sure I knew. I went to a very good school, you know.'

He was so close now; he breathed out, she breathed in, and the sweet taste in her mouth was his.

'Did you ever see that movie-? Ishtar Ishtar? What was the name of that French actress?'

'Rosalind.'

'I don't think so. I wouldn't have forgotten her name if it was the same as-'

'Rosalind,' he growled.

'Yes, Cameron?'

'Shut up so I can kiss you.'

'Yes, Cameron,' she whispered, but it was lost as his lips finally, finally found hers.

She'd heard how some people claimed they saw their lives flas.h.i.+ng before their eyes as they were about to pa.s.s over. She'd never really believed it could happen until that moment.

Memories of past kisses faded to dust. Every other man she'd ever thought she'd been attracted to melted into a grey, shapeless nothingness, and the blank slate inside her head filled with everything Cameron as emotion upon emotion crashed over her so fast she couldn't keep up.

She tucked a hand along the back of his neck, letting her fingers delve into his soft, springy hair as she pulled him close. His hands bunched into the back of her dress. And together they s.h.i.+fted and turned until every part of them that could touch did.

The kiss deepened, warmed, and took her breath, her sense and her mind until she curved against him like a sapling defenceless against a strong gale.

Helpless, unprotected, lost...

The wind in her ears began to decelerate as the kiss gentled and fell away. It took a few seconds longer before she was able to clamber her way back to the surface, only to find Cameron's smouldering eyes looking deep into hers.

'You busy tomorrow night?' he asked.

She blinked heavily, trying to remember where she was, what day it was, who she was...'You need some new material.'

'My material is just fine. Are you free?'

She still needed a moment to gather the last few strands of sense that had not been unravelled by his kiss. She'd known it would be amazing, but she hadn't expected anything could be so stunning that it could sap her of every ounce of judgement so that she stood there wide open, wanting more, taking more, any tiny little bit she could get her hands on.

She licked her lips, took a breath, then said, 'I'm busy every night. Busy busy busy, stargazing and the like.'

'Too busy to have dinner with me again?'

'It's certainly possible.'

'I've never known a woman make me work so hard to pin her down for a simple dinner-date.'

He ran a fast hand through his hair, mussing it up, making him look like he'd just tumbled out of bed. The pure, unadulterated s.e.xual energy that careened unimpeded through her brought her out of her trance quick-smart.

She pulled away just enough so that she could feel where she ended and he began. 'The thing is, Cameron, dinner with you has never been been simple.' simple.'

He trailed one hand up her back to unhook her knot of hair, sliding his fingers through it until it fell down her back. Then he twirled a curl around one finger and let it go. Again and again and again.

He said, 'If you like simple, ”yes” is a simple word. Only three little letters.'

Heck, if she was looking for simple, the word 'no' only had two letters. So why was it so very hard for her to say? Because cracks the likes of which she'd never experienced before were appearing in her resolve. So far she was coping okay. She was keeping her feet, she was sticking up for herself. What she couldn't be sure of was at what point the damage would be irreparable.

Or perhaps Cameron Kelly was to be the man who would help her prove to herself just how strong she could be, and how the hard work she'd put into herself to make sure she wouldn't make the same mistakes her mum made had truly paid off.

Less than certain of her reasoning, she still said, 'Fine. Yes.'

His forehead unknotted, and she hadn't even realised how tight it had been as he'd awaited her answer. Unless it was evidence of other concerns, which in the midst of her internal toing and froing she had all but forgotten he had.

'Cameron, is...?' She shook her head, searched for the words that would least likely bring the shutters slamming down between them. 'I'd understand if you wanted to make time for your brothers and sister tomorrow night instead, to talk about...things. Or maybe even to go see your dad in person. I know I'm being presumptuous, but with twenty-twenty hindsight that would be my next move.'

'Being with you tends to keep me more pleasantly occupied.' He said it with the kind of smile he knew could make a girl's knees go weak. But she wasn't falling for it, not when she'd glimpsed what it felt like to really be with him on the other side of the wall. It was enough to keep her pus.h.i.+ng.

'So that would be a no to visiting your dad?'

Cameron's cooling smile said it all.

'Did you even talk to Brendan about it?' she pressed.

His eyes narrowed.

She just raised an eyebrow in return. 'You're not going to scare me off the subject. Being an obnoxious teenager prepared me too well for dealing with stubborn men like you.'

A glint lit his eyes, and the corner of his mouth lifted. 'I'm beginning to see that. Fine. He made no mention of my father's health, but he was quite vocal about the fact that if I don't come to the birthday bash this weekend I may as well relinquish my surname for good.'

His hand on her back slid upwards, the s.h.i.+ft of fabric made her body melt back against him.

'Them's strong words,' she said, her voice husky.

He pushed the hair he'd been playing with behind her ear. 'Brendan's been around the longest. He's been indoctrinated. He doesn't know any other type of words.'

'Poor Brendan,' she whispered.

'Poor, poor Brendan.'