Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Kelly Read Online Free PDF Page A

breast and his other guided his cock into her. She bucked and cried out at the welcome invasion, loving how he filled her to the hilt. She gripped him hard, sucking him into her, needing him there as much as she needed breath. She couldn’t get enough of him.
    His hair brushed her cheek, his mouth pressed into her throat kissing her and then his left arm crossed her lower belly, resting against her hips. Pinning her against him, he pushed into her, claiming her as his.
    Her right hand crept to her clit as she moved with him, their rhythm consuming them, nothing existing except this moment. The only sound she could hear was their ragged breathing. Sensations built. Need intensified. Pleasure burned so hot and strong it pulled her up and up and up until she couldn’t stand the intensity a moment longer.
    Her breathing was short and she was making sharp gasps of high-pitched sound. Grant’s hand came up to her mouth at the exact moment she wanted to scream. She bit down on his fist as her orgasm rocked her, making colours dance behind her eyelids. As the last waves rolled through her, Grant shuddered against her and they both sagged against the wall, a sweaty, panting, satiated mess.
    He kissed her ear with infinite tenderness. ‘That was incredible.’
    She was still gasping as if she’d just run five kilometres instead of five minutes of sex. She half laughed and half huffed. ‘Like a pressure valve being released.’
    She slowly turned to face him and his hands delved into her hair as she cupped his cheeks. Their tongues melded in a kiss that was both charged and loaded with the relief of breaking their own personal drought.
    Suddenly they heard voices.
    ‘I left it in the treatment room.’ Debbie, the personal care attendant, was so clear she could have been on the other side of the curtain.
    They both stilled, eyes wide. ‘Oh, God,’ Kelly whispered, immediately fishing her undies up off the floor before shoving her feet through the leg holes. ‘We’ll never live this down.’
    Grant zipped his shorts and pulled his shirt out over the now-missing button.
    ‘Let’s turn Mrs Phillips first,’ Jenny, the night nurse, replied.
    The footsteps retreated and Kelly sagged against Grant. Both of them shook with laughter.
    ‘That was close. Come on, let’s get out of here.’
    Grant grabbed her hand and somehow they managed to stop laughing long enough to sneak out through the quiet kitchen without being seen and out into the clear, outback night.
    The sky was alight with stars—the Milky Way an awe-inspiring carpet of twinkling silver—and they both stopped to gaze up at it. Grant slung his arm around her. ‘It’s a bit like watching the kids sleep.’
    She glanced up at his face silhouetted in the moonlight. ‘You mean, no matter if it’s been a shit of a day, they look so angelic asleep you forgive them anything.’
    ‘Yeah.’ His tone was contemplative. ‘This country’s so harsh and unforgiving, but every night it puts on a show that keeps you here.’ He started walking slowly, taking her with him. ‘I’m sorry, Kel.’
    She slid her hand onto his chest, remembering the sex they’d just had and how they were going home to an empty house where they could do it all over again. She was seriously tempted to say okay and let his apology sit. Then she considered the past few soul-destroying weeks and the fear of their return made her speak. ‘What are you sorry for?’
    He sighed. ‘This morning. The last couple of months. Dragging you and the kids out here and then dropping the ball on everything.’
    His words surprised her. ‘You didn’t drag us out here, Grant. We came together as a team. It’s just lately I feel like I’m a team of one.’
    ‘And that’s my fault.’ He scrubbed at his jaw. ‘I’ve been struggling with work and I’m so freaking tired I could sleep for a week. In Brisbane and Longreach I used to be able to turn off and separate myself from work, but out here our friends are