Tawera didn’t speak, but Nyree didn’t care.An action man—that is what she needed at this moment.Tawera didn’t disappoint her.He cupped her breasts and settled between her legs.His mouth landed on hers, and as he pushed into her hot flesh, his pace unhurried, she started to come.Her body twitched.Bliss poured from her clit and rushed up to her chest and down to her toes.She pulsed around his cock as he thrust.The joy and excitement didn’t fade or tail off.
Instead, she exploded into a second orgasm even more powerful than the first.Nyree gripped Tawera’s broad shoulders and clung.
“Nyree.”Her name was a masculine rumble of satisfaction.
Nyree bit his shoulder, astounded and amazed, a little shocked at her reaction to Tawera.Tawera issued a guttural groan and increased the pace of his strokes.Without warning, he stilled, embedded deep in her while tiny spasms continued to dart enjoyment through her.
“Are you all right?”Tawera whispered.
His first thoughts, first words were of concern for her.His example of caring made her fiercely glad she’d kicked Ari to the curb and left New Zealand to regather her mental strength.
“I’m perfect,” Nyree whispered, peppering his broad shoulders with kisses in a show of appreciation.She relaxed against his body, at peace for the first time in ages.Yet, a small part of her knew she’d made a mistake because Tawera differed from modern-day men.
“Thank you for sharing your moonlust with me,” Tawera murmured against her neck.“I’d forgotten how it is to hold a beautiful woman in my arms.”
And bull’s eye.A few kind and tender words and she turned to mush.
“I should have a quick shower and go back to work.”
“You have not eaten.”
“That wasn’t the appetite I needed sating,” Nyree said, her tone dry.“I’ll be fine.”She forced herself to pull from Tawera’s embrace, the sexual release leaving her level and less volatile.“I should thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.Any time.”Tawera relaxed his grip and let her stand.“I am at your disposal.All you need to do is ask.”
That was precisely what worried her.Another man in her life would bring complications she didn’t need.
11
The Email
Nyreeplungedintoworkfor the afternoon, too busy to think about what had happened with Tawera.During the odd spare moment, she forced herself to ponder what she might do once the summer ended.Her job with George Taniwha & Sons challenged her, and she enjoyed her workmates and their camaraderie.It had been the one thing she’d kept, despite Ari’s unreasonable demands.Even though he’d coveted the money she earned, more recently, he’d wanted her to stay at home and start a family.
A dodged bullet.
Customers tromped into the store and kept her busy with post office duties.She sold dozens of stamps for postage to far-flung corners of the world.After her tour, which Tawera attended again, she stocked up, ready for the following day before heading home.
“My tattoos make me stand out,” he said when they met in her kitchen.
“Perhaps a touch of makeup might disguise them,” Nyree suggested and opened the fridge to study the contents.If she focused hard, she wouldn’t try to drag his scent of green and nature and soap deep into her lungs.
“Would it mean I would fit in better?”
“Yes.You might need to cut your hair or wear it in a different style too.”
“I will think on this.What will we eat for dinner?”
“The cooks on the cruise ship gave us a supply of fresh vegetables.Keith said he has a bag for me.I’ll collect it, and we’ll work out what to have once I see the bounty.”
“I wish to fly tonight,” Tawera said.
“Me too.We must make sure it is fully dark before we sneak out.”
“You do not seem so grumpy,” Tawera said, and it was obvious he’d chosen his words carefully.
“No.Thank you.I did not deserve your generosity.”
Tawera beamed.“Touching you in that way reminded me of better times when I assuaged the moonlust with Aroha and later flew with my mother.”
