Breathless for You: Outback Skies, Book 1 (5 page)

“Jesus.”

A wry smile tugged at her lips at Matt’s shocked exclamation.

“They are perfectionists, and they raised me to be the same. So when I wasn’t perfect, when I failed…” She shrugged, the action tearing at her soul. “I didn’t even let them know I left Sydney. Didn’t ask them for support as I jumped through all the hoops the Royal Flying Doctors Service asked me to before offering me the job as your pilot. Mum and Dad have
no
idea I’m now flying a doctor over the vast distances of the Outback. Of course, they wouldn’t be surprised to know, thanks to my failings, I’d almost killed said doctor as well.”

Another cold ribbon laced through her, this one bitter with self-contempt, and she let out a wry laugh. “I’ve got a lot of baggage, Doc. Screwed-up baggage. None of it you want anything to do—”

He silenced her with his lips and swept his tongue into her mouth, the kiss as hungry and as fierce as it was unexpected. He balled his hands in her shirt at the base of her spine and yanked her to him, a primitive taking of that which he wanted.

Her.

She groaned, pressed her palms to his chest and, for a staggering moment, tried to fight the concentrated pleasure rushing through her.

And a heartbeat later, she surrendered to it, incapable of doing anything else but.

She raked her hands up his chest, lashing his tongue with hers. He deepened their kiss, his hunger evident not just in his ravenous lips but in the ungentle way he grabbed her arse and ground his erection to the curve of her sex.

She groaned, the rigid pole pushing her own desire to a feverish point.

Just this once. She’d give herself just this one time. This one time to lose herself in what could have been…

Scoring her nails over his shoulders, down his pecs, she teased his nipples—puckered into hard points—through his shirt. He hissed in a breath against her lips, his cock pulsing at her touch. She pinched his nipples again, a quick tug before dragging her nails down his ribcage, his sides, to the waistband of his jeans.

She wanted him naked. Wanted him naked and inside her.

Now.

Her heart raced with the need.

Her whole body burned with it. Every nerve ending, every molecule.

Hooking her fingers into his shirt, she pulled its hemline free of his jeans. Slipped her hands beneath the fine cotton and captured his nipples—skin on skin.

“Fuck, Tash,” Matt groaned, bucking as she pinched the pebbled points again. “That feels—”

She yanked her hands free of his shirt, grabbed the front and tore it open, uncaring of his buttons.

Before he could respond, she smoothed her hands up the subtle six-pack of his stomach, skimmed her fingers over the knotted white path of the scar marring his ribcage, and closed her lips around his right nipple.

“Holy fuck,” he ground out, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Holy fuck.”

She sucked his nipple into her mouth, closed her teeth around it and sucked again.

He bucked again. Bucked and cursed and grabbed at her belt buckle.

She straightened, tasting every inch of the muscular column of his throat, the stubble-roughened line of his jaw as she helped him remove her belt.

He tore at her clothes with desperate hands, yanking her T-shirt up over her head with rough impatience. She did the same, shucking his shirt from his shoulders even as she tried to toe off her boots.

With a horny laugh, he dropped to his knees, grabbed one foot and tugged her boot from her foot.

She curled her fingers into his armpits and pulled him back up, crushing his mouth with hers. She didn’t want to stop kissing him. She didn’t want to not have his lips, his tongue against hers. Even if it did mean she was still wearing one boot.

As if aware of her insatiable hunger, he worshipped her mouth with his, unzipping her jeans as he did so. His hands replaced the snug denim wrapping her hips, his fingers sliding over the curve of her arse cheeks.

She arched into his possessive touch, rolling her sex against the firm pole of his erection still restrained by his trousers. Its unyielding length sent liquid heat to her pussy and she dropped her hands to his fly.

Before she could yank his zipper open, however, he pushed her Levis down over her hips, exposing her butt and sex to the evening air.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, the exclamation becoming a raw moan as Matt dropped to his knees once again and yanked her leg free of her jeans.

She stood before him, one foot booted, one leg still half-covered in snug denim, her pussy lips moist, her clit swollen with impatient want.

He didn’t waste time teasing her.

Without a word, he grabbed her unshod foot, hooked her knee over his shoulder and plunged his tongue into her wet slit.

The sudden shift in position threw her off balance and she grabbed at his shoulders, resting her back against the wing of her plane. Leaning against the King Air B200 as Matt fucked her pussy with his tongue.

“Oh God, Matt,” she cried out, her voice the only sound in the endless Outback night. “Oh God, yes. Yes.”

He laved his tongue over her clit, sucked on the tiny button and nipped it with his teeth. She cried out again, driving her hips upward, grinding her sex harder to his savage mouth.

He held her leg to his shoulder with a punishing grip before turning his mouth to the sensitive flesh high on her inner thigh. Pain and pleasure shot through her as he sucked, marking her his with a bruising love bite. The sheer dominating possession of the action sent liquid electricity to her pussy, and she cried out, her entire core thrumming with an exquisite pressure.

He returned his mouth to her sex, flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue, a tormenting caress that drove her closer to the edge of pleasurable oblivion. And then, without preamble, he penetrated her pussy with two fingers.

Sank deep into her wet heat.

Stroked her G-spot with wicked pressure as he laved her clit with his tongue again.

“O-oh oh shit, Matt…” she gasped, her body lost to the intensity of his touch. “I’m going to come.”

He didn’t stop. In fact, his mouth and fingers in her sex grew wilder. She clung to him, driving her back to the rounded edge of her plane’s wing, pumping her hips upward into his tongue’s brutal fucking of her pussy. Moaning as he scissored the fingers inside her against the sweet sensitivity of her G-spot.

Moaning and writhing and coming. Oh God, she was coming. She was—

Her climax claimed her, an exquisite clamping and contraction of her core. She dragged her nails over Matt’s shoulders, scraped them over his neck. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, her body tight and tense and deliciously on fire. “Fuck, that’s…that’s so…good…so…”

Before she could finish, he slid his mouth from her pussy, replacing his tongue on her throbbing clit with his thumb as he rained a wicked path of kisses up her belly.

Up over her ribs.

To her bra-restrained breasts.

And then he was sucking her right nipple through the satin. Drawing it deep into his mouth as his fingers and thumb continued to wrought pleasure on her pulsing pussy.

Another orgasm crashed through her, this one far more intense.

Every molecule in her body thrummed, charged with an elemental energy, fed by Matt’s mastery of her arousal and response. She cried his name, and when her voice failed her, when the words were lost to the pleasure of his touch, she whimpered her surrender.

And still, he worshipped her body. Until all that was left in her was a bone-deep glow of sated rapture.

“Oh wow…” she murmured as, with a soft growl, he moved his lips from her breast up to her jaw. His hand stilled in her sex, his fingers remaining deep in her heat. “Wow. That’s one way to stop a girl telling you she’s—”

He silenced her once more with a kiss. She tasted her own release on his lips, his tongue. And then he pressed his hips to hers, the engorged length of his cock grinding to her belly telling her in no uncertain terms how much he wanted her, and any thought of telling him they had no future was seared away by the fresh desire he awoke in her.

Later. She’d tell him later.

Much later.

Chapter Five

She fumbled for his belt buckle. He stopped her, plundering her mouth with his tongue as he did so. He couldn’t get enough of kissing her. Of feeling her tongue slide against his. Of feeling the wicked vibrations of her moans in his mouth.

He yanked her hands behind her back, snared both wrists together and held them fast in one hand. A hitching gasp of approval sounded low in her throat and she rolled her hips, pressing her lower body harder to his.

He growled into her mouth, taking possession of it with his tongue even as he tugged open his belt, his fly, with his other hand.

His cock—thicker and harder than it had ever been—immediately jutted free of his jeans. The cool night air wrapped his feverish flesh a second before Tash broke free of his hand around her wrists and wrapped his dick with a tight fist.

He groaned, the feel of her hand possessing the most erogenous, honest organ of his body undoing him.

Pumping his hips upward, he fucked the firm channel of her grip, all too aware he was on the edge of erupting.

It had been so long since he’d wanted someone like this, craved someone like this.
Needed
someone like this.

Too long. And then Tash had entered his life and he’d realized he’d
never
craved someone like he did her. And now here they were, giving themselves to each other.

Christ, how was he
not
coming already? How was he not making a bloody fool of himself by blowing his load so quickly?

Closing his hand around her wrist, he stilled her pumping action. “Tash…” he ground out against her lips, the addictive musk of her earlier release in every breath he pulled. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come on your stomach.”

She chuckled, the response playful and dirty at once. “And this is a problem because…?”

“Because I’m a macho guy with a stupid amount of ego.” He nipped at her lips, loving the way they curled with a smile between his. “And would hate for you to think I’m anything less than the most incredible lover with the most incredible staying power you’ve ever had.”

“I don’t want staying power,” she replied, giving his cock a wicked squeeze. “I want this.”

He laughed, unable to stop himself from driving his cock upward in her grip. “I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.”

Her eyes twinkled with delicious mischief and she pumped his cock again. Base pleasure radiated through his body. His balls throbbed, growing fat with urgent want. His staying grip on her wrist faltered. His eyes fluttered closed.

“Let’s decide on an answer after,” she murmured, dragging her thumb over the tip of his shaft.

A cool slick of moisture told him she’d smeared a bead of pre-come over his feverish flesh. A shudder wracked through him. “After what?” he rasped.

She rolled her hips and arched her spine, thrusting her breasts—still contained by the satin cups of her bra—towards his chest. The addictive heat of her body seeped into his. “After I make you come.”

Fighting to retain any semblance of cool, he arched an eyebrow. His cock throbbed and pulsed and ached and generally behaved like the appendage of a man on the brink of sexual insanity—which he was. “And how are you going to do that?”

Christ, his voice was little more than a husky groan.

Lips curling, she met his gaze with hers and smoothed her fingers down his erection until she cupped his scrotum. “Any way you want me to.”

Matt sucked in a deep breath. “If I said with your mouth?”

Tash inclined her head in a single nod.

His pulse kicked up a notch. “If I said with your tits?”

Her breasts heaved as she drew in her own deep breath. “Yes.”

He lowered his head to hers. “If I said your arse?”

Her pupils dilated. Her lips parted. “Yes.”

He rolled his hips again, rubbing his engorged length up and down the flat plane of her belly. “If I said your tight, sweet, perfect cunt?”

She let out a low whimper, shoved her hips hard to his and nodded. “A million times yes. Yes.”

He crushed her lips with his again, punishing her for pushing him to the very brink. She kissed him back, her lips and teeth and tongue as greedy and savage and impatient as his.

She worked his balls with her hand, kneading and tugging them with increasing pressure. Pain spiked through him, blissful and real and threaded with pleasure equally as powerful. “Condom,” he groaned. “I need…I don’t have—”

His head roared. His cock throbbed. Tash rolled her hips, rubbing the curve of her sex against his balls. “You don’t—”

“Are there any in the plane?”

She shook her head. “You—”

“Fuck.”

She laughed, a throaty breath that teased his senses. “Will you let me finish?” Arching into his body once again, she ran her hand down to his throbbing cock. “I mean, you don’t
need
a condom.”

He pulled his head back a little, staring into her eyes. His pulse pounded. His whole body thrummed.

“I’m on the pill,” she answered his unspoken question, a shy smile curling her lips. “And I trust you.”

He swallowed. Didn’t move. Around them, the Outback night stretched on, not even the sound of a lone dingo breaking the silence. It was just him and Tash and his crazy beating heart and their shallow, rapid pants.

“I trust you, Matt,” she repeated, the raw honesty in her voice echoed in her eyes. “I’ve known you for six weeks. I know you’ve got morals.”

He swallowed again, every nerve ending on fire, every fibre in his body craving her. “What if I’m not morally sound behind closed doors?”

She laughed, rolling her sex against his. “Wallaby Ridge is a small town, Doc. Everyone knows everyone else’s secrets, even if we don’t want them to.”

“And what are my secrets?”

She smiled, the expression flooding his groin with molten desire and joy. “That you came here after returning from Somalia—the scars on your body not the only ones you’re carrying—and haven’t had
any
kind of relationship, sexual or otherwise, with anyone except your weekly Outback Skies Fly-Boys’ Club meetings.”

He let out his own rough laugh. “Nothing sexual going on there, I can tell you. But I have to confess, I don’t know your secrets at all.”

She ducked her head, a beautiful pink tinge painting her cheeks. “There’re only two. I haven’t had sex for almost a year, and I’ve been in lust with you since the second I saw you.”

Matt closed his eyes, lowering his head until his forehead touched the top of hers. “What if I told you I’m not in lust with you, Natacha Freeman? What if I told you I think I’m falling in love with you?”

A soft noise slipped from her, a torn moan. “Then make love to me, Doc. Out here. Now. Make love to—”

Before she could finish, he grabbed the back of her right thigh, yanked her knee up to his side and penetrated her wet heat with a single, powerful thrust.

“Oh God, yes,” she cried, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck, Tash,” he ground out, embedding himself deep inside her. “You’re so tight, so hot and perfect and…” He withdrew his length from her gripping muscles to the rim of his cock and then slammed back into her.

“Yes.” She clawed at his neck. His wounds and injuries from their unexpected decent screamed at his mind, but they were barely a whisper compared to the pleasure roaring though him. Christ, he was inside her. Her. Natacha Freeman. He was moving inside her, her slick flesh enveloping his engorged length. Her body owning his.

He pulled out a little, the tight sheath of her pussy, her hitching whimpers of approval, the wild raking of her nails on his shoulders, driving him closer to the brink.

Closer.

He was going to come soon.

There was nothing to be done about it. He was going to come.

But not without Tash. He wanted Tash to explode with him. He wanted her to fall over the edge, if not with him, than a heartbeat before.

He hugged her leg closer to his side and pumped harder, faster inside her. She rode each savage thrust, clinging to him with her arm, gripping him with her sex.

Their rhythm was perfect, their hips aligned, their breaths mingled.

Perfect rhythm. Perfect sync. Perfect everything.

He took possession of her lips, sought out her tongue with his. Gave himself to her even as she gave him more pleasure than he’d ever dreamed possible.

If this was what true connection was like, he’d never experienced it before.

He never would again. Not with anyone but Tash. He knew that. He
felt
that.

With Tash, he had found his everything.

In the Outback, where he’d gone to flee life, he’d found it.

Utter rapture surged through him at the thought. His cock and balls flooded with fresh pleasure. He pulled Tash’s knee higher to his side. Cupped her breast and worshipped her lips. Pumped faster into her. Harder.

Deeper.

Tash’s pussy contracted around his length. “Matt,” she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Matt, I’m going to come.”

“Me too, babe,” he groaned. “Fuck, me—”

He erupted, pleasure and pain tearing through him. His ribs ached, his head hurt, fuck did it hurt, and he’d never felt better.

Tash’s sex enveloped him, pulsing around his length, her orgasm milking him of his seed. He pumped into her, a never-ending flow spurting from his cock in thick ropes. Filling her.

Until there was nothing more to give of himself, no more strength in his body.

They crumpled into each other at the same time, Tash burying her face into the side of his neck as he reluctantly let her leg slip from his grip.

She rested her body against him for a long moment, long enough for his spent cock to slide from the exquisite sheath of her sex.

A disgruntled sound escaped her as she shifted on her feet, her arms heavy around his shoulders.

“You’re coming down,” he murmured, smoothing his hands up her back. “The post-attack crash.”

“The post-best-fuck-of-my-life crash, you mean?”

His heart tripped a beat at her muffled mutter. “Post-best-fuck-of-your-life crash, eh?” He fought to play it cool, to not let her see how much her declaration pleased him. But he gave up when he realized he didn’t have to hide how much she moved him anymore. “Think I like the sound of that a lot.” Pulling away a little, he cupped her jaw in his palm. “I also think,” he murmured, smiling into her eyes, “you need to rest now.”

Tash laughed. “Doctor’s orders?”

“Doctor’s orders. I’m grounding you, Pilot Freeman, for at least thirty minutes. Unless there’s an emergency call.”

Her answering laugh was husky. Tired. “Thirty minutes? Just the right time to get it on again, yes?”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “No getting it on. You’re about to be slammed by the post-attack crash. And, yes, I mean the post-asthma attack crash. The only place I want you going through that is in my arms, calm and still. Preferably stretched out on one of those ‘emergency’ quilted rugs Jen makes. I’m pretty certain she’s stashed two of them on the plane for the next time we have a call out to Dotty Flannergan.”

Tash gave a
hmmm
. “That sounds like a plan.”

“A good plan,” he replied, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. “One I think I’d like to take part in every night, if that’s okay with you? Minus the asthma attack and crash, of course.”

She didn’t respond. Instead, a strange tension fell over her body and she disengaged herself from his embrace.

Head ducked, she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and turned away. “Actually,” she said, her voice flat, “I think I probably should check on the bird.”

Matt frowned. His chest tightened. So did his gut. “You should what?”

Without looking at him, she snatched up the clothes he’d so recently stripped from her body. “I’ve got to check on the plane. Get her ready for takeoff.” She yanked her shirt over her head. “We didn’t have the smoothest of landings and I need to make sure everything is good to go.”

Matt stiffened. What the hell?

Her back to him, she tugged on her jeans and then began to walk away.

“Hey?” He reached for her wrist and curled his fingers around it to halt her hasty stride. “What the hell is going on, Tash?”

She didn’t look at him, just shook off his loose grip, her stare fixed on the plane’s nose. “I need to check—”

“Bullshit,” he cut her off, his gut not just tight, but knotting. “Tell me the truth, Tash. What’s going on?”

She drew a deep breath, studying the darkening horizon a million miles away. God, she felt drained. Not just the physical exhaustion of an asthma attack, but an emotional weariness that sapped her will to speak. What would she say that would make Matt understand? What
could
she say, when she really didn’t understand herself?

“Two things,” she said, her voice husky as she shook her head. “Two things in my life I truly cherish beyond everything else, and it seems both are to be denied me.”

Behind her, Matt shifted his feet. “What are you talking about, Tash?”

He didn’t reach for her again. She was glad. If he did, she didn’t think she’d have the strength to follow through with what she was about to do. But she had to follow through. To surrender now to what her heart wanted was irrational stupidity, and she wasn’t irrational.

She let out a slow breath and turned to face him, her lungs thankfully open and working the way they were meant to for once. “I’m not staying in Wallaby Ridge, Matt. In fact, as soon as the Flying Doctors can assign a new pilot, I’ll be heading back to Sydney.”

He stood before her, semi-naked, his spent cock still glistening with her juices, and blinked. “You’ll what?”

Guilt, grief and dismay rolled through her. Turning back to the horizon and its sweeping sky, she swallowed. “There’s no reason for me to stay in town, is there? I can’t be a pilot anymore, that’s obvious after today. I won’t put people’s lives,
your
life, at risk again, and if I’m not a pilot, I have no purpose in the Ridge.”

“You really think you have no purpose in Wallaby Ridge?”

At his question, she returned her gaze to his face, the confusion in his eyes tearing at her. “I can’t contribute anything to the community, Doc. All I know is flying, and I can see now it was selfish of me to think I could continue to do that with asthma.”