the roll a kick so it unravelled itself.
Bella looked at the long, skinny length of canvas.
‘Are two of us going to fit in there?’
‘You betcha, cowgirl.’ Will dragged his cobalt-blue stockman’s shirt over his head.
Bella just managed to stifle a gasp at the sight of his naked chest. Reddish-gold sun-kissed hair curled and then ran in a straight line down before fanning out and disappearing below his R.M. Williams belt buckle. Thinking of the bush girl’s yardstick ‘the bigger the buckle the smaller the equipment’, she saw that Will’s buckle was a nice average size.
She shook her head.
A bet’s a bet, she reminded herself, and dragged her eyes away from the muscular chest in front of her. Flustered and embarrassed, she watched as he kicked off his boots, stripped off his Wranglers and slid into the blankets inside the swag.
‘You coming in or am I coming back out to get you?’ Will’s wicked grin flashed.
Bella turned and slowly removed her bra from under her shirt, feeding it out through her shirt-sleeve. Boots and jeans followed, unintentionally giving Will a good view of her bum. Bella turned around to see a look of agony on his face. ‘Will, are you okay?’ She dropped to the swag beside him. ‘What have you done? Are you hurt?’ Her breasts swung full and free inside her shirt as she leaned over to touch his face with concern.
‘No . . . no, not hurt . . . I just . . . um . . . bit my tongue.’
Bella wasn’t convinced. ‘Maybe I should just roll my own swag out for a while, hey?’ She moved to get back up.
‘ No! ’ said Will as he grabbed her hand. ‘It’ll be fine, Bella, jump in. We’ll just cuddle. That’s it. I promise.’
‘Well . . . okay. If you’re sure.’ Bella knew if an O’Hara made a promise it was one set in gold. ‘But one wrong move and I’m out of here.’
Leaving her shirt and undies on, Bella squeezed her way into the swag beside him, sliding her body down past his long, nearly naked length, her nerve-ends tingling at his touch. She thought she heard him groan once or twice, but other than stealing a kiss − his warm, firm lips on her mouth nearly proving to be her undoing – he settled her into the crook of his shoulder and just cuddled her in tight.
As Bella felt weariness spread through her limbs, her mind rewound back over the night. She’d had the best time. Will was wonderful. He made her feel witty, appreciated, desired. A bloke so totally in sync with her own beliefs and ideals, she felt as though she’d found a new best friend.
He’d shared his plans for the family property, ideas on how he wanted his future to pan out. Then he’d listened to her thoughts – aspirations for her job, love of the land and family. Teasing one minute, serious the next, here was a man who engaged both her body and mind. Passionate without being too intense, gentle but by no means a wimp. Strong, but not overbearing. And him being older had ceased to matter hours ago.
For now she was just happy and content to be held securely in his arms. She snuggled in closer and felt a kiss lightly brush across her hair. Closing her eyes she let the night’s rum and the warmth of Will’s body send her to sleep.
Will lay quietly and felt the golden head in his arms become heavy with sleep. He smiled to himself as soft snores came from the girl at his side. Gently he adjusted Bella’s body so it tucked into his more comfortably, making sure the blankets covered her so she stayed warm.
Sleep was a long time coming. He lay watching the sunrise as he gently twirled a blonde ringlet around his finger and wondered at his luck at having such a gorgeous creature in his arms.
Chapter 8
‘I’m on my way, Siobhan,’ Bella called into the microphone, silently cursing. She hung the mike back on the side of the radio, which was attached to the front carryall of her four-wheel motorbike.
It had been a couple of weeks since the boys had left.
A couple of very
Bella looked at the long, skinny length of canvas.
‘Are two of us going to fit in there?’
‘You betcha, cowgirl.’ Will dragged his cobalt-blue stockman’s shirt over his head.
Bella just managed to stifle a gasp at the sight of his naked chest. Reddish-gold sun-kissed hair curled and then ran in a straight line down before fanning out and disappearing below his R.M. Williams belt buckle. Thinking of the bush girl’s yardstick ‘the bigger the buckle the smaller the equipment’, she saw that Will’s buckle was a nice average size.
She shook her head.
A bet’s a bet, she reminded herself, and dragged her eyes away from the muscular chest in front of her. Flustered and embarrassed, she watched as he kicked off his boots, stripped off his Wranglers and slid into the blankets inside the swag.
‘You coming in or am I coming back out to get you?’ Will’s wicked grin flashed.
Bella turned and slowly removed her bra from under her shirt, feeding it out through her shirt-sleeve. Boots and jeans followed, unintentionally giving Will a good view of her bum. Bella turned around to see a look of agony on his face. ‘Will, are you okay?’ She dropped to the swag beside him. ‘What have you done? Are you hurt?’ Her breasts swung full and free inside her shirt as she leaned over to touch his face with concern.
‘No . . . no, not hurt . . . I just . . . um . . . bit my tongue.’
Bella wasn’t convinced. ‘Maybe I should just roll my own swag out for a while, hey?’ She moved to get back up.
‘ No! ’ said Will as he grabbed her hand. ‘It’ll be fine, Bella, jump in. We’ll just cuddle. That’s it. I promise.’
‘Well . . . okay. If you’re sure.’ Bella knew if an O’Hara made a promise it was one set in gold. ‘But one wrong move and I’m out of here.’
Leaving her shirt and undies on, Bella squeezed her way into the swag beside him, sliding her body down past his long, nearly naked length, her nerve-ends tingling at his touch. She thought she heard him groan once or twice, but other than stealing a kiss − his warm, firm lips on her mouth nearly proving to be her undoing – he settled her into the crook of his shoulder and just cuddled her in tight.
As Bella felt weariness spread through her limbs, her mind rewound back over the night. She’d had the best time. Will was wonderful. He made her feel witty, appreciated, desired. A bloke so totally in sync with her own beliefs and ideals, she felt as though she’d found a new best friend.
He’d shared his plans for the family property, ideas on how he wanted his future to pan out. Then he’d listened to her thoughts – aspirations for her job, love of the land and family. Teasing one minute, serious the next, here was a man who engaged both her body and mind. Passionate without being too intense, gentle but by no means a wimp. Strong, but not overbearing. And him being older had ceased to matter hours ago.
For now she was just happy and content to be held securely in his arms. She snuggled in closer and felt a kiss lightly brush across her hair. Closing her eyes she let the night’s rum and the warmth of Will’s body send her to sleep.
Will lay quietly and felt the golden head in his arms become heavy with sleep. He smiled to himself as soft snores came from the girl at his side. Gently he adjusted Bella’s body so it tucked into his more comfortably, making sure the blankets covered her so she stayed warm.
Sleep was a long time coming. He lay watching the sunrise as he gently twirled a blonde ringlet around his finger and wondered at his luck at having such a gorgeous creature in his arms.
Chapter 8
‘I’m on my way, Siobhan,’ Bella called into the microphone, silently cursing. She hung the mike back on the side of the radio, which was attached to the front carryall of her four-wheel motorbike.
It had been a couple of weeks since the boys had left.
A couple of very
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