She was damp and hot and aching for him and her legs moved apart instinctively. Her head burrowed lower, looking for a taut male nipple, one hand sliding over his lean hips searching for something else.
Matt’s hand tangled in her hair and urged her head up. “Not so fast, sweetheart” he said. He laughed softly, his face inches from hers. “I want to make this good for you, to make it last.”
With passion-dazed eyes she looked into his face, the smouldering black eyes, the dishevelled hair that she was responsible for, and the wickedly sinful mouth smiling down. It was the smile that goaded her even as her insides were melting like hot treacle.
Daringly her slender fingers inched around his hip and touched the long velvet shaft, and she heard him groan. “Why wait?” she prompted breathlessly, her blue eyes widening to blaze with a need and knowledge as old as Eve. “We can always do it again.”
Matt was not made of stone, though at that moment he was as hard as any rock. He caught her hand and lifted it up to his chest, though it nearly killed him to do so. Damn, but she was a temptress, and she was right.
Once would never be enough with her, because it had been so long, he knew, and he took her teasing mouth with a savage hunger he could barely control.
Savannah fought to drag air into her starving lungs as he broke the kiss, his head swooping down, his tongue flicking over her aching breasts once more, even as his long fingers eased through the golden curls at the junction of her thighs, and expertly stroked the moist feminine heart of her. She wrapped her arms around him and clung, her hips rising from the bed as with torturous strokes he teased and probed her tight, silken depths until she was sure she could stand no more. Her body was white hot and wound up so tight she felt she would shatter into a million pieces with sensual excitement.
Matt lifted his head, his eyes molten pools of black jet his bronzed skin flushed along his high cheekbones. “You want me.” He said
“I’m crazy for you,” she groaned.
He rose over her and she was unaware he reached tor something from the bedside table as the subtle stroke of his lean fingers took her to the edge again.
“Yes” Matt rasped and in one smooth motion he grasped her hips, and lifted her.
She felt the hard length of him touch her, stroke her once, twice. Her whole body shuddered, and he drew in an audible breath as with one powerful move he entered her.
He pulled back ever so slightly, and eased into her slow and deep, and felt her silken muscles clench around him. He stroked deeper, and in that moment she lost it completely. She cried out loud. “Oh, yes, Matt, yes,” at the incredible sensations convulsing her slender body with a fierce pleasure that shattered all her illusions, and left her shuddering in ecstasy.
Matt plunged harder and faster in a wild, primitive rhythm that drove her higher and higher.
Savannah clung to him in a fever of need, oblivious to the fact her nails were digging into his flesh. She felt as if he were lifting her out of herself to a realm where nothing existed but his hot, hard body filling her, possessing her. And she was totally unaware of the breathless plea for more escaping her as he captured the erotic sound with his mouth. She felt his great body shudder violently, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of explosive sensations swept her into an ecstatic oblivion.
Slowly Savannah opened her eyes. Matt was collapsed on top of her, his eyes closed. But even so she smiled mistily up at him.
Their bodies were damp with perspiration, their hearts thundering in the aftermath of passion, and a deep sense of peace washed over her. Matt was the man she was born for, she thought dreamily.
“Oh, Savvie” Matt murmured close to her ear burying his face in the silken, fragrant mass of her hair for a moment. “That was fantastic.” He smoothed the tumbled hair from her brow. He eased his heavy body from hers, and from the bed.
“Don’t go.” Savannah murmured, reaching out a hand to him.
“Don’t worry, I am not going far.” Matt stood, unashamedly naked, looking down at her. “I am only going to the bathroom to dispense with this and replenish supplies. Unless you would like to do it for me,” he suggested teasingly.
Sprawled on the bed totally naked, she looked dazedly up into his grinning face, registering the black hair flopping over his brow, the smouldering eyes, and the wickedly masculine mouth. He was utterly gorgeous and he was hers. Her eyes roamed leisurely down the naked length of him and only then did the import of his words sink in.
“No, I don’t think so,” she squeaked. Of course he had used protection—it was nothing to he embarrassed about, in fact she should be grateful, but it did not stop her blushing scarlet and dragging the sheet up over her naked body.
Matt let out a bark of laughter. “You’re incredible—we just had the most amazing sex, and yet you blush like a schoolgirl.” He shook his dark head. “That is some trick.” And he headed for the bathroom.
Matt lay in bed, Savannah in his arms, trying to sort out what had just happened. On the surface it had been kinda quick, very hot sexual interlude. One of the best he’d ever had.
But it went deeper. It wasn’t just sex. If it was just sex, his heart wouldn’t feel as though it was going to burst out of his chest. He wouldn’t be so overwhelmed that he had no idea how to process what he felt.
It was… It was more intense than sex had ever been between them. They had been a study in hot, flirty, fun in bed. He teased. She teased.
But this had been almost…heartbreaking, and he couldn’t shake the heaviness that pervaded his chest even now.
He rubbed his hand up and down her back and pressed a kiss to her hair in an effort to soothe some of the tightness in his throat