Fearless In Love
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But…ohhhh…Matt’s mouth on her skin felt so right. So incredible.
“I’m dying to taste you.” He tugged off her panties. “Dying to touch you. Inside and out.”
She panted, rolling her hips as he slid one finger, then two inside, finding a spot so sensitive that a rush of heat bolted straight through her. Then he loved her with his mouth, his fingers, taking her to a sweeter place than even heaven could be.
Riding the storm of his mouth, his touch, his heat—it was almost too much. So good it hurt. Her body bowed with pleasure, her hands wrapped around his head, holding him to her. Until the moment she thought she couldn’t take any more.
And he pushed her over the edge into madness.
* * *
Matt didn’t want to let Ari come down off the high, because the moment she did, he would too. And he couldn’t stand returning to the last dark hours he’d been trapped in. Nor did he want to have to face that being with her like this was wrong. More than anything, he wanted to stay right here, steeped in soul-deep pleasure. So he roughly pushed aside the voices in his head calling him a bastard for taking her.
He licked her sweetness softly, stoking her fire higher, then hotter still, even as the first climax rolled through her. She gasped and moaned as she went straight through one release to the next, her legs quivering as she squirmed on the bed, fisting her hands in the comforter.
“MattOhGodPleaseAgain”
Her words bled into each other in the sexiest of songs as she came hard against his lips and tongue and fingers. Matt had never seen anything, or anyone, as beautiful as Ari in his bed, naked and trusting him to give her pleasure.
Every night she’d slept in his house, Matt had dreamed of this. Loving Ari, kissing every inch of her perfect skin, roaming his hands over her curves, the slope of her hip. But the reality so far eclipsed the dream that he couldn’t trust himself not to push her too far or too fast on this one stolen night.
After he slid up her body to taste her mouth and feel her in his arms, she finally found her breath again. “Now I know what it means to say you’ve ‘died and gone to heaven.’”
Damned if he didn’t feel power swell inside him at the sure knowledge of how much he’d pleased her. Since he was a teenager, he’d studied the female body the way he studied the schematics for a new robotic. He’d noted what women liked and kept the techniques that elicited the best reactions.
But being with Ari was so natural. He saw, he wanted, he kissed…and he lost himself in the tasting. When he was with her, he forgot everything but her scent, her skin, her breathless voice begging him to make her feel good.
“It’s not always like that.” He played his fingers through her hair, nipped at the smooth skin on her shoulder, letting her feel him, right there, throbbing against her. “Not always that good.”
Touching her didn’t merely banish the terror of the afternoon—her arms around him actually made him feel whole. She was sweetly sexy, unconsciously seductive. And she was kind as well as caring.
“I know it’s not always good.” Her eyes were still closed as she laughed, a little sound she seemed to choke off. “It’s never been this way for me.”
She’d obviously been with inexperienced men who didn’t care, didn’t learn, only took and never gave. But Matt wanted to give her so much more. All night long. Because in the morning…
No. He wouldn’t think about the morning.
There was only now. A handful of stolen hours to show Ari how much he wanted her.
But he didn’t want to simply do things to her. He wanted her totally engaged, so he rolled to his back and brushed the damp hair from her face. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
He relished her low intake of breath at his sensual command, loved the way her pupils dilated with heavy arousal, not only at his request, but at the sight of him as her gaze flitted down his naked torso to the aching hardness beneath his boxers. She swallowed, then put out her hand, her fingertips brushing him.
He hissed a breath between his teeth at the sexy yet tentative touch. He wanted to press her hand to him, stroke himself with her palm. But she had to come to him on her own.
“Earlier, you said how much you wanted me,” he began in a low voice.
“Every second.” He reveled in the fire leaping to life in her eyes as she added, “Every day.”
“Then take what you want, Ari.”
Shifting sinuously closer, she wrapped her fingers around him, navy blue cotton and all.
The sensation was so glorious, he couldn’t stop from bucking in her hand. Despite her inexperience, she instinctively stroked him from base to tip. And this time he wasn’t the only one whose breath hitched with pleasure. She was such a gift. One he wasn’t sure he’d ever done anything good enough to deserve.
So when he thought he saw insecurity flash across her face, he tipped his fingers under her chin to raise her gaze to his. “There’s nothing you could do that I won’t love.”
She drew in her breath, held it, biting her lip. He wanted to bite it for her. “Feel what you to do me, Ari.”
God, the things she did to him.
She released her breath in a sweet sigh that washed over his mouth. He wanted to taste her again with a ferocity that burned in his gut. But Ari stole the thought right out of his brain as she slipped her hand inside his boxers, hot skin to hot skin.
Then she climbed on top of him, and he truly lost his mind.
Chapter Nine
Matt was like steel against her palm. Ari had never been an aggressor, yet with Matt she wanted to explore, test, savor. She wanted to do all the things she’d never even imagined until she’d met him.
Sitting astride him, her legs spread, her hand on his erection, she leaned across his chest and kissed him. As she used her body and hand to stroke him, he thrust his fingers into her hair and held her mouth to his, kissing her so deeply she felt as if she were falling right into him.
Before, sex had been physical, something she’d thought she wanted though it never turned out the way she dreamed. But Matt was a million times better than any dream. The hot, hard feel of his naked flesh in her hand, the taste of his mouth, his body rocking against her—it was all brand new. She’d never felt this needy before, as though her skin were on fire and her body molten. She’d never known desire like this. Only for Matt. He made her feel beautiful.
“I’m dying to taste you.” He tugged off her panties. “Dying to touch you. Inside and out.”
She panted, rolling her hips as he slid one finger, then two inside, finding a spot so sensitive that a rush of heat bolted straight through her. Then he loved her with his mouth, his fingers, taking her to a sweeter place than even heaven could be.
Riding the storm of his mouth, his touch, his heat—it was almost too much. So good it hurt. Her body bowed with pleasure, her hands wrapped around his head, holding him to her. Until the moment she thought she couldn’t take any more.
And he pushed her over the edge into madness.
* * *
Matt didn’t want to let Ari come down off the high, because the moment she did, he would too. And he couldn’t stand returning to the last dark hours he’d been trapped in. Nor did he want to have to face that being with her like this was wrong. More than anything, he wanted to stay right here, steeped in soul-deep pleasure. So he roughly pushed aside the voices in his head calling him a bastard for taking her.
He licked her sweetness softly, stoking her fire higher, then hotter still, even as the first climax rolled through her. She gasped and moaned as she went straight through one release to the next, her legs quivering as she squirmed on the bed, fisting her hands in the comforter.
“MattOhGodPleaseAgain”
Her words bled into each other in the sexiest of songs as she came hard against his lips and tongue and fingers. Matt had never seen anything, or anyone, as beautiful as Ari in his bed, naked and trusting him to give her pleasure.
Every night she’d slept in his house, Matt had dreamed of this. Loving Ari, kissing every inch of her perfect skin, roaming his hands over her curves, the slope of her hip. But the reality so far eclipsed the dream that he couldn’t trust himself not to push her too far or too fast on this one stolen night.
After he slid up her body to taste her mouth and feel her in his arms, she finally found her breath again. “Now I know what it means to say you’ve ‘died and gone to heaven.’”
Damned if he didn’t feel power swell inside him at the sure knowledge of how much he’d pleased her. Since he was a teenager, he’d studied the female body the way he studied the schematics for a new robotic. He’d noted what women liked and kept the techniques that elicited the best reactions.
But being with Ari was so natural. He saw, he wanted, he kissed…and he lost himself in the tasting. When he was with her, he forgot everything but her scent, her skin, her breathless voice begging him to make her feel good.
“It’s not always like that.” He played his fingers through her hair, nipped at the smooth skin on her shoulder, letting her feel him, right there, throbbing against her. “Not always that good.”
Touching her didn’t merely banish the terror of the afternoon—her arms around him actually made him feel whole. She was sweetly sexy, unconsciously seductive. And she was kind as well as caring.
“I know it’s not always good.” Her eyes were still closed as she laughed, a little sound she seemed to choke off. “It’s never been this way for me.”
She’d obviously been with inexperienced men who didn’t care, didn’t learn, only took and never gave. But Matt wanted to give her so much more. All night long. Because in the morning…
No. He wouldn’t think about the morning.
There was only now. A handful of stolen hours to show Ari how much he wanted her.
But he didn’t want to simply do things to her. He wanted her totally engaged, so he rolled to his back and brushed the damp hair from her face. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
He relished her low intake of breath at his sensual command, loved the way her pupils dilated with heavy arousal, not only at his request, but at the sight of him as her gaze flitted down his naked torso to the aching hardness beneath his boxers. She swallowed, then put out her hand, her fingertips brushing him.
He hissed a breath between his teeth at the sexy yet tentative touch. He wanted to press her hand to him, stroke himself with her palm. But she had to come to him on her own.
“Earlier, you said how much you wanted me,” he began in a low voice.
“Every second.” He reveled in the fire leaping to life in her eyes as she added, “Every day.”
“Then take what you want, Ari.”
Shifting sinuously closer, she wrapped her fingers around him, navy blue cotton and all.
The sensation was so glorious, he couldn’t stop from bucking in her hand. Despite her inexperience, she instinctively stroked him from base to tip. And this time he wasn’t the only one whose breath hitched with pleasure. She was such a gift. One he wasn’t sure he’d ever done anything good enough to deserve.
So when he thought he saw insecurity flash across her face, he tipped his fingers under her chin to raise her gaze to his. “There’s nothing you could do that I won’t love.”
She drew in her breath, held it, biting her lip. He wanted to bite it for her. “Feel what you to do me, Ari.”
God, the things she did to him.
She released her breath in a sweet sigh that washed over his mouth. He wanted to taste her again with a ferocity that burned in his gut. But Ari stole the thought right out of his brain as she slipped her hand inside his boxers, hot skin to hot skin.
Then she climbed on top of him, and he truly lost his mind.
Chapter Nine
Matt was like steel against her palm. Ari had never been an aggressor, yet with Matt she wanted to explore, test, savor. She wanted to do all the things she’d never even imagined until she’d met him.
Sitting astride him, her legs spread, her hand on his erection, she leaned across his chest and kissed him. As she used her body and hand to stroke him, he thrust his fingers into her hair and held her mouth to his, kissing her so deeply she felt as if she were falling right into him.
Before, sex had been physical, something she’d thought she wanted though it never turned out the way she dreamed. But Matt was a million times better than any dream. The hot, hard feel of his naked flesh in her hand, the taste of his mouth, his body rocking against her—it was all brand new. She’d never felt this needy before, as though her skin were on fire and her body molten. She’d never known desire like this. Only for Matt. He made her feel beautiful.
