Page 89 of Lost In Kakadu

She reached up, her fingers exploring his chest. As she circled his nipples, electric want sizzled through him. Leaning in, he kissed her again. His tongue probed her sweetness as her nails scratched down his back.

He pressed his body onto her, their contours moulded together as one.

She gripped his buttocks and rolled him onto his back, removed the rest of her wet clothing and straddled him. Reaching for his hand, she guided him to her breast, showing him what she wanted. He closed his eyes and when she brushed her lips to his neck, his body inflamed even more.

She guided his fullness into her, and he was taken by a tide of rapture as he plunged into her soft abyss. He massaged her breasts as she moved slowly up and down as if savouring every sensation. Her mouth was slightly ajar and when he touched his finger to her lips, she sucked it into her mouth, taking him to the very brink of ecstasy.

Her rhythm increased. The sun penetrated the clouds for a brief moment and the golden glow outlined her toned figure giving her a celestial appearance as she rode him. Her pace increased even more, thrusting his fullness into her and when he couldn’t hold back anymore, he clutched her hips to control the rhythm and finally released with a primal shudder.

Abi’s body stiffened, squeezing even tighter around him and she cried out as she rode his final thrusts. She fell onto his chest, panting.

The rain abruptly stopped, and the birds began to sing joyousmelodies. He glided his hands over her moisture soaked back until her breathing returned to normal.

Mackenzie opened his arms and Abi rolled off him and slipped into the crook of his shoulder. He draped his arm around her. “Abi, that was?—”

She placed her finger on his lips. “Shhh. Not yet.” Her voice was a throaty whisper.

Sunlight broke in slim shards through the passing clouds and thunder rolled somewhere in the distance. Layers of dust from months of dryness had washed away with the cleansing rainfall and the plants smelled fresh and rejuvenated.

Abi ran her finger along Mackenzie’s ribs. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” Her voice was barely audible.

When he looked at her, she was crying. “Oh, Abi, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. You were fabulous.”

Mackenzie locked eyes with her. “So were you.”

“I know,” she said, deadpan.

He chuckled. “Oh, you do, do you?”

“Yes. I’ve waited my whole adult life for a sexual experience like that and I always blamed Spencer. But it wasn’t his fault, it was mine.”

He hugged her to his chest and swept rain-soaked hair from her cheek. Raindrops falling on the leafy forest floor was peaceful and reassuring.

After a while, Mackenzie rolled toward her. “We should see about starting the fire before it gets dark.”

Abi nodded but seemed reluctant to move.

Mackenzie tugged on a pair of shorts and walked to the fire. Black soot glistened on the wet logs and fine tendrils of smoke curled from beneath them. Steady drips fell from the shirts draped across the line and the sodden burden threatened to touch the ground.

“Oh no.” Abi’s voice was distant.

“What’s wrong?”

“The flour is wet.”

Mackenzie joined her at the luggage area and crouched at the bag of flour.

He’d dreaded the day he removed the last handful of flour but nowthe sack contained nothing but a white sticky mess and they had no chance of salvaging it.

His heart sank. Flour had been their daily staple. . . a key ingredient in preparing his bush tucker.

This was a sign. The time to plan their journey out of Kakadu had come.

“This is bad.” He shook his head. “Really bad.”

“It’s just wet flour.”

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