She felt the shift in his emotional state and she could suddenly breathe again. His feelings weren’t any less tangible, they were just no longer choking her. She could feel him, feel the concern and worry and care that now surrounded her as he held her close, whispering to her, comforting her. She reached up, unable to stop herself, and cupped a hand along his jaw. His eyes flared and his breath hitched, but he didn’t withdraw. His eyes held hers and she felt his pain, but also his need. The moment stretched out like taffy, the edges wobbly and unfocused as they stared at one another. He shifted, cupping her face and kissing her. She felt the play of muscles in his jaw under the crispy rasping of his whiskers on her palm. He lifted his head and stared down at her with an intensity that rocked her. “I love you, Lisa,” he said before kissing her again, not giving her the opportunity to reply. Not that she could have. With those words he’d stolen her breath, her
She closed her eyes and took a breath before slipping her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pushing them down over her lush hips and soft thighs. God, he loved her body, the roundness, the softness, the decadence of her curves. “Back on the bed now poppet,” he said when she’d kicked her panties away, his voice raspy with need. Lisa climbed onto the bed on all fours, showing him her arse and he bit back a groan. He should have spanked her for that, but he couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed the view, so instead he spoke. “On your back poppet,” he said through gritted teeth. She rolled onto her back and lay in the middle of the bed, her arms above her head and her legs slightly spread. She was such a perfect little sub and he couldn’t hold back the groan as he let his eyes roam over her naked form. He climbed on the bed with her, straddling her hips, and buckled her wrists into the wool-lined cuffs that he’d chained to the bed head. He leaned down and kiss
He nipped her in warning, but he knew she was too far gone to heed it, so he nipped her again as he thrust a second finger inside her, the added pressure all she needed to tip her over into her climax. She cried out as her body went taut and her core clamped down on his fingers. He lifted his head to watch her as she broke open for him and his heart clenched at the amazing sight of his Sweet Lisa in the throes of an orgasm. Barely giving her time to recover, he jumped from the bed and stripped out of his clothing. He sheathed himself in a condom and settled himself between her hips before thrusting into her. Her body arched off the bed and her sex clenched around him, squeezing him tight. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her under him, the way her creamy thighs cradled him, the plush feeling of her breasts pillowed against his chest. He kissed her as he began to pump slowly into her and she opened to him willingly, tangling her tongue with his. Overcome with a rush
She wanted to run a hand through his hair and smooth the wrinkles that had formed between his eyes as he frowned, remembering his past. She wanted to comfort him with her body; a simple hug, the caress of her hand, but she knew it would do more harm than good. “I had my first serious girlfriend at uni, Monique, and that was when I realized just how much damage had been done to me. It’s when I discovered that I couldn’t stand to be touched. Needless to say, our first few times being intimate didn’t go well. But she was good to me and we worked it out until one night when I fell asleep with her in my bed. I’d been careful to never do that. I knew there was a chance that I would have a nightmare. I had them nearly every night and they were violent, so I always made a point of never falling asleep. But then one night I did.” He paused and her heart clenched knowing that it was painful for him. “I woke up with Declan and Barry trying to drag me off her. My hands had been around h
Mason was gone when Lisa woke. She stretched luxuriously, a smile on her face. Finally admitting, not only to herself but also to Mason, that she was in love with him had given her a peace that she hadn’t expected. For so many years she had thought that she didn’t want to fall in love, didn’t want someone to be in love with her. All her experiences with love had been painful and the last thing she wanted was for that pain to take up residence in her new life. But this was different. The love she felt for Mason was completely unexpected and nothing like what her past experiences had told her to expect from love. Love to her had always meant obligation and guilt and heaviness of burdens that she had to carry on the other’s behalf. This love, what she was experiencing now, was light and freeing and filled her with hope and joy. Cue the singing birds. Lisa giggled to herself as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She looked down at the marks Mason had made on h
Lisa did everything she could to remain free, fighting for emancipation from the state so that she could stay at her aunt’s house and finish school. She was sixteen and had been taking care of herself and her ‘sick’ aunt for years, so the court agreed as long as she would submit to monthly visits from child services. It had been a happy day for her, one of too few in her short life. Without the scowling, sniping whining of her aunt, Lisa had made the old farmhouse a home and for two years she thrived, relishing being on her own and master of her own destiny. She completed her high school diploma and got accepted into university and when she sold the farm and walked away, she felt a sense of accomplishment and independence. Lisa clung to that independence throughout the next few years as she built her career as an author and redefined herself as a person. Until now. Meeting Mason had changed what she’d thought she wanted. He’d changed her opinion about her independence, which had
Jamie nodded and smiled again. She had a lot of teeth. Mason smiled in return and made his way through the cubicles until he reached the office door. He swung it open without knocking and Barry looked up, his eyebrows scrunched in a frown at the interruption until he saw who it was. He was on the phone, but he motioned Mason in, who closed the door behind him and then took a seat across the desk from his friend. Mason took the velvet box out of his pocket and flipped the lid open, marveling at how the solitaire diamond sparkled. He’d never really taken much notice of jewelry or diamonds, but the one he held in his hand had almost jumped out and bit him when he saw it. He could imagine it on Lisa’s finger, flashing as she typed away at her computer, glinting in the low light as he tied her hands to his bed, winking at other people as she tucked her arm through his elbow while they were out on a date. Huh. He’d never actually taken her out on a date. He should probably do that befor
Barry didn’t smile at Mason’s attempt at levity. “You need to tell her before this thing goes any further. She has a right to know but I doubt very much that she will run screaming from you. From what I’ve seen of Lisa, she’s probably one of the only women who might have a chance of understanding you and what makes you tick. Don’t sell her short. Tell her the truth.” Mason nodded. He knew Barry was right. They shook hands and Mason left, his brain no clearer on what he should do with the ring, but he did feel more settled in himself.“Go and put one of your new dresses on,” Mason said after he let Lisa up for air. As soon as he’d walked into her apartment he gathered her in his arms and kissed her, needing to feel the contact to settle his mind. “What?” she asked, a little dazed from his kiss. That made him grin and the caveman inside him whoop. “We’re going out. On a date.” Her forehead crinkled in an adorable frown. “A date?” “I made reservations and everything,” he said a
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z