Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives--Willow Read Online Free PDF

repositioned the phoenix so it was right in line with her gaze. He knew she was aware of the meaning of the phoenix, but he also knew she was clueless when it came to recognising the significance of why he’d given it to her.
    Rebirth. He wanted to start a new life with Willow. And inspiration—because Willow had always been his inspiration.
    He stifled a sigh. Willow was so intuitive in many ways, except when it came to them.
    But he was working on it.
    She idly stroked a finger over the mythical creature’s head. “Did I ever tell you why I became involved in my New Age lifestyle?”
    She hadn’t. Oddly, he realised he’d never really thought about why she had. She had only been seventeen when they first met, and a lot could happen to a person in six years. When he’d finally tracked her down three years ago, he’d been so relieved she hadn’t cut him dead that the fact she had taken up Eastern philosophies barely registered.
    â€œNo, you didn’t.” He lazily circled his finger around her erect nipple and she wriggled against his dick. Every bloody thing she did turned him on.
    Not that he was complaining.
    â€œIt was that talk we had in the kitchen.” There was a dreamy note in her voice and he froze. It was the first time she had ever mentioned when they’d met. It was a huge taboo subject for Willow because of Amber. “You were just so matter of fact about the existence of a spiritual world and an alternate way of living. It really appealed to me. I spent ages researching it all…afterwards.”
    Huh. He’d never guessed. But there was a perfect symmetry to it all. But although Willow had opened the door to the past, he was just too damn relaxed to follow through. There were, after all, still two days for him to bring up the prickly subject of Amber.
    ***
    Willow stretched on the bed, naked and sated, and smiled blissfully up at the ceiling. It took her a few moments to remember that it was Thursday and her turn to host the Double D’s tonight, but even that failed to raise the usual flutter of nerves.
    Thursday. Her sense of wellbeing deflated. Seb was flying to New York today. In fact that was why he was in the shower now, instead of them having another lazy morning in bed.
    She rolled onto her side. She hadn’t asked him what his plans were regarding their affair when he returned from the States. Was this just a brief interlude, or did he want more?
    She nibbled her lip. Did she want more?
    Of course she did. For three years, since he’d unexpectedly turned up in her life again, she’d fought her feelings for him. If this week had never happened she’d probably have fought them forever.
    But this week had happened. How could she possibly go back to them being just good friends, when she knew how right they were for each other?
    Her mind skittered back to the first time they’d met and she cringed. How could she really be with Seb when he’d been with her mother? How could she face Nella and Lana, who definitely knew all about Amber’s affair with Seb, and Darla and Virginia, who most probably knew about it?
    She couldn’t. But she didn’t want to give up Seb or what they’d found together this week. Maybe they could somehow make it work, without anyone finding out?
    The need to see him, to hold him again, consumed her. She went into the en suite where he stood with his back to her, stark naked, rubbing his hair dry with a towel. She wrapped her arms around him, his body damp and hard and comforting as she laid her head against his shoulder.
    â€œYou know I’m running late, don’t you?” He didn’t sound especially concerned about the possibility of missing his flight. She trailed her hand over his taut abs, and wrapped her fingers around his erection.
    â€œI’ll make it a quickie,” she whispered as she came to stand in front of him. Her breasts flattened against his chest and