Free The Outback Bridal Rescue by Emma Darcy Page B

wearing them.’
    ‘You didn’t say anything!’
    ‘What do you want me to say? That you look fantastic?
    That I could hardly keep my eyes off you? That I wanted to beat every other man away?’
    A sense of wild triumph zinged around Megan’s brain.
    She had succeeded in getting to him as a man. Johnny El is had actual y been jealous of the guys who’d shown her some admiration. He had seen her as a woman with the power to attract male interest.
    It was a huge step forward, but where did it get her if he wasn’t prepared to act on it? ‘So you think I need your protection now?’ she flung at him.
    ‘It’s the last thing on my mind.’
    The emphatic beat of his voice was like thunder in her ears, thunder in her heart. And she got action aplenty. He stepped closer, scooping her body around to face him. The hand that had seized her arm lifted, its fingers raking through her hair, dragging her head back so that it was tilted up to his. The raw desire flaring from his eyes made her stomach quiver in anticipation.
    Johnny El is wanted her.
    His mouth crashed down onto hers in a passionate His mouth crashed down onto hers in a passionate plundering that incited an equal y passionate response, years of wanting pouring into her need to taste this man, have him tasting her, wanting more of her. She wound her arms around his neck, stretched up on tiptoe, pressed closer, trying to lock in every possible physical contact with him, revel ing in the exciting heat of his big strong body, the tension in his muscles.
    He kissed her as greedily and urgently as she kissed him. When he sucked in air, she did, too, her pulse racing, her breasts heaving to the same rise and fal of his chest.
    Though even the slightest pause in this hectic intimacy hit a panic button. She didn’t want him to stop, to pul away from her, have second thoughts about what he was doing. She kept a tight hold on him, her fingers thrusting through his hair, curling around his head, rabidly encouraging continuance.
    He kissed her some more, with a deepening eroticism that stirred her desire for him into a chaotic frenzy, every nerve in her body sizzling for the fulfilment of al he promised. His hands roved over her back, fol owing its curves, curling over the taut mounds of her bottom, squeezing, lifting, fitting her more closely to him. No doubt about how strongly he was aroused. She felt his erection against her stomach and exulted in the blatant physical power of his desire for her.
    Then he tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her hair, rubbing his cheeks over it, breathing in the scent on it, tasting it with hot sensual kisses. And she pressed her own face into the warm hol ow of his neck, savouring the smel of him, her sensitised lips picking up the rapid throb of his pulse beat there, enclosing it, sucking on it, excited by his excitement and wildly wanting to drive it higher and higher.
    ‘Megan…’
    The hoarse whisper carried the sound of raging need, making her heart leap with fierce exhilaration. His throat moved in a convulsive swal ow.
    ‘Megan…’ A stronger tone, harsh with urgency. ‘Tel me
    —’ intense command ‘—is this right for you?’
    ‘Yes…yes,’ she answered, every fibre of her being affirming its rightness for her.
    ‘You know I have to leave tomorrow,’ he said in strained argument.
    ‘I don’t care,’ she cried recklessly.
    ‘Then neither do I,’ he muttered savagely, and Megan found herself abruptly swept off her feet, her legs hanging over his arm, the rest of her clamped to his chest, and he was carrying her out of the sitting room. ‘Better than drowning your sorrows in a bottle,’ he bit out, apparently stil needing to convince himself he wasn’t doing wrong by her.
    ‘Yes,’ she agreed emphatical y. ‘Much better.’
    ‘Your room or mine?’
    ‘Mine.’ Where she had dreamed so many times of Johnny El is coming to love her. Years of dreams. Never any substance to them. At least she was