New Arrivals: Surprise Baby for Him. Barbara Hannay

       Chapter Six

      SETH told himself it was a simple thing.

      He was merely being playful, giving Amy a friendly and innocent kiss on the cheek just like the one he’d given Bella.

      So it made no sense that, from the moment he touched her—merely brushed a wisp of her hair from her cheek—he felt fine, electric tremors all over his body.

      Amy was standing still. Very still…Too still…standing with her eyes closed…

      Seth could see the delicate blue veins on her eyelids, and he could smell faint traces of the jasmine soap she’d used in the shower. He focused on her smooth, soft cheek and tried to ignore the softer-than-soft bow of her lips, but, for some reason that made no sense at all, he didn’t find his way to her cheek…

      He dipped lower…

      Until his mouth brushed against hers…and they shared a beat of trembling hesitation…and then a gentle, lingering touch…the most tender of hellos.

      And Amy didn’t pull away.

      Seth felt a subtle increase in the pressure of her mouth against his, and then her lips parted, yielding and warm. She tasted of the summer night and his blood began to roar.

      His heart pounded, his skin burned…the homestead veranda faded and the entire universe became Amy.

      Sweetly erotic Amy.

      Her mouth was so soft and warm, just how he knew it would be. Oh, God. He’d been fighting this attraction from the moment he saw her in the Tamundra pub, and now she was offering heaven…

      He wanted nothing but this…Amy, breathless and needy, her skin silky and hot under his hand.

      Her kiss…was such a perfect thing…

      But she went suddenly still and pulled away.

      Seth realised that Ming was there.

      ‘I—I’ve left your desserts ready in the kitchen,’ Ming said, eyes wide with poorly suppressed delight, then he scuttled sideways like a crab down the hallway, as if he couldn’t hurry away from them fast enough.

      As Seth struggled to breathe he heard Amy’s voice calling, ‘Thanks for dinner, Ming. The seafood curry was sensational.’

      She sounded astonishingly calm, not at all like a woman who’d been drowning in a whirlpool of passion.

      With her back very straight, her chin high, she turned and sailed ahead of Seth onto the veranda, leaving him reeling in her wake.

      He took a swift, steadying breath. If there was one thing he’d learned to do well, it was to hide his feelings. No way did he want Amy to guess how seriously he’d been rocked by that kiss.

      Once they were out of Ming’s earshot he asked, almost calmly, ‘Do you think Bella will settle now?’

      Amy stared at him blankly, as if she hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. Hastily, she looked the other way. ‘Sorry, what did you say? I—I w-was distracted.’

      This was better. Perhaps they were on the same wavelength after all.

      She lifted her hands in a nervous gesture of helplessness. ‘I—I was hoping Ming hasn’t got the wrong idea.’

      ‘He’s discreet, like all my staff.’

      ‘Well, yes, I’m sure he is,’ she said unhappily.

      Seth opened his mouth to apologise, but swiftly changed his mind. He wasn’t about to apologise for kissing a lovely girl in the moonlight.

      And he wasn’t prepared to admit that the kiss might have been a mistake, even though it was almost certainly a huge error of judgement. He’d let his desire for Amy complicate a situation that was already thorny enough. He would have to tell her the truth sooner rather than later, but he couldn’t face it now. The painful story was still raw inside him. I’ll do it soon, he thought. When I’ve had more time to prepare.

      For now, he decided, it was better to simply change the subject.

      ‘Are you ready for dessert?’ Before Amy could object, Seth added, quickly, ‘You have to try Ming’s watermelon balls in green ginger wine.’

      The ghost of a smile flickered. ‘That does sound tempting.’

      ‘Take a seat. I’ll be back in a sec—as soon as I collect the desserts from the kitchen.’

      As Seth headed off Amy let out her breath on a shuddering sigh. She felt as if she’d been holding her breath ever since he’d kissed her, and now she was grateful for this moment alone, for this chance to close her eyes while she relived that astonishing experience.

      It was too bad that Ming had seen them, but she wasn’t nearly as worried as she’d made out.

      What she wondered now was how she’d lived so long, and dated so many guys, without discovering that one kiss could be a phenomenal, life-changing moment.

      Gently, with a sense of wonderment, she traced the soft skin on her lips as she remembered the hot, out-of-this-world thrill that had jolted through her body as Seth’s mouth settled against hers.

      She’d give anything to experience that sensation again—everything: her job, her life in Melbourne, the close contact with her family.

      She’d never felt anything remotely as exciting when Dominic had kissed her. Small wonder their relationship hadn’t survived. There’d been no real chemistry.

      Chemistry. That was the secret ingredient in tonight’s kiss, wasn’t it? Mysterious, magical, astonishing chemistry.

      But chemical reactions could also be dangerous and she had to remember that now as she heard Seth’s footsteps returning.

      She had to remember that Seth was potentially dangerous. Chances were, every woman reacted that way when he kissed them. Especially that one woman who’d broken his heart.

       And Rachel.

      A thud of disappointment brought Amy back to earth. What on earth had she been thinking? She couldn’t afford to forget, even for a moment, why she was here. Clearly, this man was indeed dangerous. He had seduced her best friend and made her pregnant and here she was getting into a flap over a tiny kiss that probably meant nothing more to him than yet another woman falling at his feet.

      ‘I think you’ll find this dessert is the perfect second course after curry,’ Seth said as he reached her.

      ‘Thank you,’ she said primly.

      He set a green glass bowl in front of her and she caught the sweet scent of watermelon mingled with the deeper spiciness of the green ginger wine.

      ‘That smell reminds me of Christmas,’ she said, determined to steer her thoughts onto a safer track.

      ‘It certainly reminds me of summer. Tuck in.’

      She watched as Seth slipped a marble-sized ball of lush pink fruit from his spoon to his mouth.

      Oh, for heaven’s sake!