Chapter 16
16
Lainey bit back a giggle. Apparently that old saying that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach was true. She took three bites of her dessert and two sips of her coffee and heard Matt groan. She looked up to see him wiping his face, and she couldn’t stifle the laughter this time.
“You ate your second piece that fast?”
“Woman, you’re lucky I showed some self-control.”
She laughed harder. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said when she could finally control herself.
“That was how it was meant.”
“Do you want a third helping?”
Matt leaned forward, his forearms on the table. When had he rolled up his shirtsleeves? God, his arms looked spectacular, all muscled and strong, with just a sprinkling of hair. She frowned. His watch looked really industrial. When she looked at it closer, she saw that the time was set to military time.
“Hurry up and finish your dessert, Lainey.” Matt’s voice was deep and rough. She’d never heard him sound like that before, and it sent an electric current from the top of her spine down to her pelvis. She let out a long breath.
“I’m not sure I’m hungry anymore,” she whispered.
“That’s good.” He got up and rounded the table so that he was hovering over her. He pulled out her chair, then held out his hand. She trembled, but not from nerves. She was excited.
Danged excited.
She put her hand in his and he drew her up so that not even a sheet of paper could come between them. Matt lifted both of her hands and put them around his neck. She could see the pulse in his neck beating fast. Good, she wasn’t the only one who was worked up.
“I’m going to kiss you. Just like I should have done the other night, before the bottle rocket went off.”
Even though this was the sexiest and most romantic moment of her life, Lainey laughed. She continued to giggle until she felt the hard press of Matt’s erection against her tummy and her laughter died an abrupt death. She couldn’t help the little shimmy she did against his body, then it was his turn to make a noise, and what a noise it was. She savored it as he groaned out her name.
“Lainey.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but he dipped his head and plunged his tongue into her mouth. There was no warning, no chance for her to overthink or worry. Instead, he just took over and she gave way and let him control everything.
Maybe not everything because soon her fingers were threading through his gorgeous, short, curly hair. She scraped her nails over his scalp and felt him shudder.
I did that. I made this warrior of a man tremble in my arms.
She didn’t know how, but she was scooped up in his arms, and he was heading to the living room. Lainey knew he was heading to the couch, and there was no way that she wanted the first time they made love to be on her couch. Because, to heck with the three-date rule, she wanted to make love.
Now!
“Wrong way,” she murmured. “Down the hall.” She snuggled closer to him, her head resting against his chest.
Matt changed direction. He strode past the guest bathroom and ignored the guest bedroom and her office. “Stop, Honey. Not my bedroom. Go back.”
He gave her a curious look.
“My dog, Xena. She gets easily scared. She won’t know what to do if a man ever went into my bedroom. We need to use the guestroom.”
“Guest room it is.” Matt pushed open the door with his shoulder and chuckled. Lainey understood why. It was made up for a woman spending the night, not that she’d had anybody spend the night here. But if they did, it would be perfect for them.
“You’re definitely a Southern lady.”
She hit his shoulder. “Don’t make fun.”
“Corazón, I’m not making fun. I promise.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Well, good.”
Matt laid her down gently on top of the bed. He did it like she didn’t weigh a thing. He was sure strong for a scientist. Then he put his knee on the chintz duvet cover and covered her mouth with his. All thought was whisked away as his kiss ripped away all her inhibitions. Even when he started unbuttoning the front of her dress, she didn’t flinch.
“Dios mío, you’re beautiful.” His voice was guttural, like he had swallowed gravel. She loved it. Almost as much as when he flipped open the front clasp of her bra and took one of her generous breasts in his hand and dipped his head to suckle her nipple.
“Matt,” she called out. “More.”
He covered her other breast with his big hand and brushed his thumb over the tip. Back and forth. Again and again and again. She tried to keep quiet. She really did. She prayed that when she wailed out his name that her neighbors or Xena didn’t hear her.
Mateo took his time, not just because he thought it had been a long time for Lainey, but because to not savor this night would be a sin.
Lainey twisted and let out a disgruntled sound. He looked up from where he was feasting and realized her arms were tangled in her dress and she wanted to touch him.
He grinned. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“Don’t you dare tease me,” she grumbled. “You got me into this mess. Now get me out of it.” It was fun to hear her honeyed Southern accent commanding him.
“And don’t you dare laugh. I want to touch you. It’s only fair.”
“In that case…” Mateo wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her dress and bra down to her waist. He stopped and looked into her eyes. “More?”
Lainey bit her lip, then nodded. He waited.
“Yes. I want both of us to be naked.”
Thank you, God!
He lowered her back onto the soft duvet and unbuttoned the rest of her dress. Each button revealed more of her pearlescent skin. He couldn’t stop himself; he had to kiss her stomach, then her belly button, and when her lacy white panties were revealed, he pulled them down and down along with the rest of her dress until he could throw her clothes over his shoulder and admire the beauty that was Lainey.
She said nothing but the way that her legs shifted and her hips swayed, he could see that she was just as eager as he was.
“You agreed you’d be naked, too.” Her words were a whisper.
Mateo unrolled his shirtsleeves, then unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt until he could pull the shirttails out of his pants.
“Yesssss.” Lainey hissed out the word and sat up. She reached out for him. But he wasn’t ready to be touched yet. He had a lot of things he wanted to do before she was allowed to touch. He took her hands in both of his and kissed her fingertips.
“Lie back. Can you do that for me?”
She frowned. “But? Why?”
“Because I asked you to. Will you do this for me, querida?”
Her expression softened, and she gave him a warm smile. “If that’s what you want, then yes.”
She was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
He took off his shoes, socks, and slacks, and pulled a condom out of his wallet. He only had one. Next time, he’d come prepared. He put the condom on the nightstand and saw Lainey give a grateful smile. That was his job. He would always protect her.
Naked, he stretched out beside her and pulled her close. This time he had no problem with her touching his chest, not when he was planning on touching her all over. She hugged her arms around his back, then started to stroke him up and down. It was as if she were petting him, and he liked every moment.
He thrust his fingers into the dark mass of her hair and positioned her just right for a kiss, one perfect kiss. As if she knew what he was going to do, she parted her rose-colored lips. He slid his tongue inside the warmth that was Lainey and felt his world tilt. For long moments, their tongues brushed against one another, ramping up their passion, taking them to a precipice.
Mateo needed more. So much more. He needed to know how her body tasted. He needed to know how high he could take her. As he slid down her body, Lainey softly scratched her fingers down his back. Yet one more sensation to revel in.
Finally, he was where he wanted to be. Once again Lainey was moving her legs, eager for more caresses, and Mateo intended to provide them. Positioning himself between her legs, he spread them even wider apart. He heard her gasp. He looked up to make sure she was okay. She had a pillow beneath her head and a satisfied look on her face. He grinned, because he intended to make her feel much more than satisfied.
Mateo noted the shimmer of wet as he traced the seam of Lainey’s sex. Up and down, he continued, and when he looked up, she was panting as she watched him.
Good.
He gently pulled back the lips of her sex and stared. She was beautiful everywhere. Mateo thrust his tongue into her, in and out, devouring her. Lainey arched up, eager to experience even more pleasure. He licked her clit, then delicately added teeth to his caress. Lainey’s whimpers changed to moans.
“Yes.”
She ground her pussy into his face, and he would have smiled, but he was too engrossed in giving this woman the pleasure that she deserved. He could feel her rising higher.
“Matt,” she groaned.
Mateo. My name is Mateo.
He kissed his way up her body, then reached over for the condom, tore it open, and put it on. Lainey was trembling underneath him, her head slowly rolling back and forth on her pillow. He couldn’t help himself. He tilted her chin up and kissed her. A long, luxurious kiss. The spice of Lainey made him want more, but she pushed at his shoulders.
“Inside me,” she begged.
He brought up one of her knees to the side of his thigh, the other he cocked out so that her softness was at the perfect angle for his entrance. Lainey braced her feet and curved upwards, demanding his cock. He slowly slid into her soft, tight heat.
Lainey’s neck arched, and she called out the wrong name again. “Matt. Give me everything.”
He gently drove into her body until they were merged, his body with hers, until they were fused together. One being, one heart and one soul.
And they spiraled into bliss.