To hell with her common sense. Amaya thought. To risk or not to risk her heart again. It doesn't matter now. All she ever wanted was to forget her problem with her father.
“Chase…”
Her wanton plea made his hard-on throb as he lifted her top, ducked his head, and captured an erect n****e between his teeth, plucking at the lace covering it. Her low moans fired him to flick the clasp and allow the tempting lushness to fall into his hands.
But the garden had other ideas, as the raucous cackle of a nearby kookaburra pierced the silence and reminded him of where they were.
Reluctantly tugging her top down, he brushed a soft kiss against her lips. “Maybe we can talk more later?”
She nodded her head. To hell with her pride.
“I think so.”
“Good, but you used to love those damn birds. Too bad
