Her head fell back, exposing more of herself to his lips, rendering herself totally vulnerable by offering up the smooth ivory column of her throat, breathing heavily with anticipation. He could sense she trusted him to give her the ultimate pleasure, to bring her to orgasm like he always had, and for the first time ever, he felt nervous. This time needed to be special. Special enough so she would never forget…
“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered and silently helped her get out of the rest of her clothes, trying his best to remain controlled as she stroked the bulge in his trousers with teasing fingers and feathered his bare torso with hot kisses. Her fingers worked quickly to get his jeans and underwear off and they fell softly onto the enormous bed. She was liquid between her thighs before his fingers even began to stroke and explore her, and the fact that she was so responsive and aroused turned him on even more.
He ran his hands up over her flat belly, over her rib cage, and cupped her breasts as he leaned on one elbow over her and dipped his lips over hers. He loved the sweet taste of her more than ever in that moment and his breath hitched as her fingers curled around his length.
“Don’t you want me yet?” she whispered.
“I always want you.” He shivered as she pushed her hips toward him. Her body was a vision of creams, pinks, and copper that made him feel dizzy. She was so beautiful. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to last long—just looking at you laid out here is enough to make me come.”
He blew cold air over her lower body, teasing her until she moaned with frustration and pulled his hand down onto her. He put his fingers inside her and she gripped his wrist hard. Their mouths clashed with lust, tongues tangling like snakes, and her hips ground feverishly against his hand.
“God,” he gasped as her tight hot muscles constricted around his fingers. All he could think about was how it was going to feel when he was inside her again, taking her with him into sexual oblivion. He took a deep breath and slipped in another finger, his heart kicking painfully as she moaned like an animal and clawed desperately at his skin.
“You’re too much for me,” he growled, pulling away and then moving over her, one knee parting her legs even wider as she sighed with relief. He lowered his hips onto hers, feeling the tip of his erection brush against the soft inviting flesh of her inner thigh and the hard clash of their hipbones. “I want you, all of you, every erotic inch of you.” Her heart hammered beneath his chest, hard nipples digging in to him. Her eyes were closed with pleasure. “I want to watch your face as I make love to you,” he said and took her mouth with his before she could reply.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her arms above her head, holding her wrists with one hand as his mouth found her neck and throat again, biting at the soft flesh, making her whimper and arch up hard against his hot body. It was all he could do not to drive hard and fast into her immediately, but he wanted this moment to last, to give her an orgasm she would never forget.
“Matt,” she cried out and tightened the grip her thighs had around him. “Take me.”
It was too much. He used his knees to open her legs wider. “Oh God,” he whispered. “I’ll try to be slow.” His breath came in short bursts as he eased himself in. She felt exquisite as he slowly rocked higher and deeper until she yielded to take him all in. Bursts of light distorted his vision he was so turned on, and he wasn’t sure he could hold off.
“Harder,” she whispered harshly and moaned as he withdrew and then pushed deep into her again. He closed his eyes and did her bidding, losing himself in pure carnal sensation. “Be rough.”
He knew he must be heavy on top of her, but he reveled in the way she writhed and bucked between him and the silk bed sheets. He could feel the rippling squeeze of her muscles each time he pushed down and into her, the soft give of the mattress forcing their pubic bones to clash and give off sensations like electric shocks. The ferocity of him taking her like this was turning her on as much, if not more, than it was him. With one move, he pushed her hands high above her head and thrust hard into her with all his strength, his climax building. “Open your eyes,” he muttered. “See what you’ve turned me into.”
Her green eyes fluttered open as he pounded into her, lifting her hips from the bed with the force, making her breasts shake until her stomach muscles clenched, her eyes closed shut, and her entire body convulsed around him. She screamed out his name as wave after wave of contractions gripped on to him, squeezing and pulling until he could no longer hold back. His gaze was locked on her mouth as that long white throat swallowed back air. And then he was lost. He helplessly flooded her with long, hot bursts. Emptying his lust into her with spasms that felt like they were ripping him apart, he was felled by a cataclysmic orgasm, crushed and sent to his own emotional death.
That was their last time…
…
The fifteenth, launch day.
There was no mistake, no ignoring it, and no possibility of sticking her head in the sand any longer. Piper’s fingers tightened on the seat belt across her chest, but it wasn’t the restraint that was causing the horrible, sickly ache in her lungs.
It was on the car radio, on billboards, on bus stops, on the itinerary. Passion Creek Arts Week and the long-awaited launch of Passion Creek Brewery’s new beer was everywhere. So were huge pictures of her smiling like she was the happiest poster girl on the planet when she felt the lowest she ever had. And it was destroying her.
They’d had all night together. They’d made love and lay in the darkness listening to each other’s breathing, and she’d had plenty of chances to do it. To tell him that she had fallen in love with him, that life for her would never be the same, and maybe even beg him to stay… But she hadn’t done any of that and she was disgusted with herself for being so weak. She was angry, her limbs ached, and so did her head. She was all messed up inside and she wanted to break something.
Matt slowed the Porsche next to the sidewalk outside her apartment building. “So, someone will pick you up at about four this afternoon?” She could feel him looking at her, waiting for a positive response. Business as usual.
She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. “I can’t do this.”
A pause. “Can’t do this?”
“Four this afternoon. The launch. You.”
When she dared to open her eyes, he was staring straight at the windshield, hands gripped together at the top of the steering wheel. “I see.”