Chapter Twenty
Matt wanted to give Iris something to look forward to when they reached his home.
That was the reason why, at every traffic light where he had to stop, he would lean over and brush a kiss across her lips, trace his finger around her mouth or lift the palm of her hand to his lips.
From the sound of her breathing, it was working.
“Matt…what are you doing to me?”
He leaned toward her and slipped a finger beneath her chin so their gazes would connect. “Making sure you want me as much as I want you.”
“I already do.”
Those simple words, spoken in a voice of undisguised desire, heated his blood and sent visions through his mind of what he wanted to do to her when they reached his home. The moment he opened the door. He couldn’t get to his place quickly enough. Already her luscious scent was getting to him.
He released a grateful sigh when he pulled into his garage a short while later.
Before they could get out of the car, he disconnected his seat belt and hers and then pulled her to him to give her the kind of kiss he’d been dying to give her since first seeing her tonight.
After they had dined together for lunch on Monday, it had been difficult—either on her end or his—to do so again.
Talking to her every night on the phone hadn’t satisfied his longing to be with her.
He had looked forward to seeing her tonight.
She broke off the kiss and dropped her head to his chest. “Matt…”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
When she lifted her face, she quickly pulled her sweater over her head, followed by her bra. “My girls need you.”
“Say no more,” he whispered before his hands cupped both of her breasts. He buried his nose in the valley between them, inhaling her mesmerizing scent. Then, lifting his hands, he traced his fingertips up the sides of each one before scraping his palms over her nipples.
He doubted she knew how much he loved these.
The look, feel and texture of them…and the taste.
The latter had him lowering his head to her nipples to suck and tongue one and then the other.
As far as he was concerned, “her girls” were now “his girls” and he was displaying his appreciation of them in the most intimate way.
He loved the feel of the nipples hardening in his mouth.
He became more aroused from the sounds of her groans and the way her breasts pushed against his mouth, letting him know she wanted more.
So, he gave her more, and doing so pushed her over the edge.
When she screamed his name, he knew she had come just from his loving on her breasts.
Lifting his head, he gazed at the nipples that glistened from the ministrations of his mouth. He looked at her and stared into eyes that were glazed from her orgasm. “Time to go inside, baby.”
“Not sure I can walk,” she whispered, barely able to get the words out.
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” he whispered back, before tracing a kiss across her lips. He exited the car and swiftly moved to the passenger side, opened the door and swept her into his arms to carry her into the house.
* * *
Iris became aware of her surroundings the moment her back touched the mattress. Opening her eyes, she only glanced around a second before feasting her gaze on Matt as he stripped off his clothes and then sheathed himself with a condom. Then he was there, removing the rest of her clothes.
When they were both naked, he touched her everywhere, fanning the flames of desire engulfing her even more. All she could do was lie back and watch his hands move methodically over her, from the center of her neck, all over her breasts, down to her abdomen and then right between her legs.
His fingers tenderly stroked her there, making every cell in her body erupt with need.
Spikes of heat swirled around in her stomach, and she released sighs of delight and moans of pleasure when he began working his fingers inside of her.
And when he lowered his head between her legs, she groaned as her body arched and she brought her hips off the bed to cage his face and that notorious mouth between her thighs.
Never had she been this desperate to be made love to by a man. And the way he lapped her up made her even more so. When she felt the first signs of a climax, she screamed his name. “Matt!”
“I’m here, baby, and don’t plan to leave you. Ever.”
His words would have given her pause if she hadn’t realized he had placed his body over hers. She drew in a deep, satisfied breath when she felt him enter her and begin moving in the most primitive instinct known to man. The desire to mate. And she was convinced no other man did it better.
He hammered her with whipcord speed, not letting up while she mercilessly moaned his name.
His thrusts were hard, and she arched hungrily to meet every one.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. His hand seemed to be adjusting her hips so her curves could fit perfectly to the hard, well-defined planes of his body.
On and on their bodies mated, each erotic bump and grind a testament to their need, their desire and their longing for each other as they sought pleasure in each other’s arms. What he was doing and the way he was doing it caused fire to ignite in her loins and contractions to lance her womb.
She needed this. She needed him. She could and would admit that.
Suddenly, her body was bombarded by sensations of pleasure so sharp, erogenous spikes seemed to shoot all through her. Her climax built to the point where she had to let go.
She screamed Matt’s name, and then moments later, through glazed eyes, she watched him throw his head back to holler out hers.
The sound of her name coming out of his mouth did something to her.
Removing her hands from his shoulders, she ran a finger down the hard planes of his hairy chest and scripted her name there. Iris.
Not sure why she’d been driven to do that, she reasoned it was okay since nothing between them was permanent, and branding him hers was just for the moment and nothing more.
He lowered his head and gazed at her, giving her an odd look while their bodies shuddered in the aftermath of their orgasms. Why had he stared at her like that?
There was no way he knew what she’d written on his chest, was there?
She couldn’t think any further when he suddenly took her mouth in a searing and demanding kiss. All too soon, passion eradicated all her thoughts except the one about making love, again and again.
* * *
Matt glanced over at Iris, who sat beside him in the SoFi Stadium.
Things were looking good for their favorite team, and a win would add to what he thought had been a perfect weekend.
Iris had spent last night with him, and after waking up to her on top of him wanting to make love again, they had showered, and he’d given her another of his T-shirts to wear.
Together, they had prepared breakfast. After eating, he had taken her home to change for the game.
He remembered what she’d told him about not allowing a man to get past her living room.
Although he had been in her kitchen before, he wouldn’t take advantage of her house rule.
He believed that one day, when she was ready, she would invite him beyond whatever perimeters she had set.
She had agreed to stay at his place again tonight.
Her overnight bag with a change of clothes and toiletries had been placed in his car’s trunk.
They’d been out of their seats, yelling, when their team scored another touchdown. Then, the other team scored shortly after. Now it was the last quarter with only a few minutes remaining. The opposing team had caught up and was only a couple of points behind.
It was a plus for him that Iris liked football, and thanks to her dad, she knew the game. Of course, there was no way he could consider her one of the guys when her entire being spelled sensuous female.
“This is one of those nail-biters,” she whispered to him.
He grinned. “For those who have nails,” he chuckled, holding his hands out in front of him.
She glanced over at him and smiled. “Those fingers might not have nails, but they don’t lack skill. I wouldn’t trade those hands for all the tea in China.”
No sooner had she made that comment than everyone was out of their seats.
One of their team’s players was heading toward a touchdown with less than a minute on the clock.
When a touchdown was called, he and Iris, like everybody around them, jumped up and down, cheering at the top of their lungs.
The game had ended, and their team had won.
And as if it was the most natural thing to do, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.