Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Oh, wow. If I had a bed like that, I’d never make it out the door,” gushed Rachel as she stood in the doorway of Matthew’s bedroom. She’d seen comfy beds before, but this took the cake. Eight, nine—was that ten—pillows were stacked up around the bedhead. And he’d been right about the duvet. Even from this distance she could tell it was luxuriously plump and soft.
“Would you like to try it?” he asked.
An eager Rachel nodded. Oh yes, please.
He glanced down at her leg. “How’s the hip and knee?”
Her injuries from the airport had fortunately healed quite quickly. “All good. You saved me from any real damage. Why do you ask?”
“Because if I beat you at a bed leaping race, then you can’t cry foul.”
“What?”
“Three. Two …”
He didn’t finish. Matthew wrapped an arm about Rachel’s waist and together they dashed toward the bed. At the last second, she remembered to leap, and they landed on the mattress in a giggling tangle of arms and legs.
She’d barely had time to catch her breath, before he’d rolled her onto her back and lay his arm across her stomach, pinning her to the soft-as-a-cloud bed.
“I won,” he exclaimed.
“No way! You had a head start. If this was the bed leaping Olympics, you’d have been disqualified for cheating.”
Matthew chuckled. His warm laugh had her grinning from ear to ear. He was such a breath of fresh air. And so damn hot. She couldn’t figure why some other woman hadn’t already snatched him up. Maybe my luck is changing. Please let it be changing.
Taking his hand in hers, Rachel lifted it to her lips and placed a kiss on the spot right where his wedding ring would be—if he had one. Their gazes met once more, and she couldn’t hold back a contented sigh. Releasing his hand from hers, Matthew leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “I’m really glad you’re here with me.”
He brushed his fingers across her cheek, then slowly down her neck and across her décolletage. When he reached the top button of her dress, he stopped. “I would like for you and me to spend the night together in this bed. But I need to hear you say yes.”
Whatever his background Matthew had clearly had a quality education. He was well spoken, and polite. And now here he was again, asking her what she wanted, rather than just assuming.
My very own Mister Darcy. I wonder if he owns half of Derbyshire. The nice half.
She toed out of one of her shoes. It flicked off the bed and onto the floor. The second quickly followed. And just to make sure that she was clear about her intentions, she added a firm, “Yes. ”
Matthew casually rolled off the bed and slipped out of his jacket. Rachel sat up, watching with interest as he unlaced his shoes and took off his socks. Placing his hand on the top button of his shirt, he raised an eyebrow. “Any requests?”
“Keep going.” She gently applauded, encouraging him. It was fun watching a man undress. “I could add some bom chicka wah wah if that makes it any easier. And if you have an Only Fans account, I’d be happy to sign up—do you do pay-per-view?”
His hands dropped from his shirt as he cracked up laughing. “I really don’t want to know about who you follow on that site, do I?”
She shook her head. “I swear, I’ve never been on it, but if we can make money from your striptease, I’m all in.”
Rachel climbed off the bed and came to Matthew. “Here let me help you,” she said, taking over the button situation. She flipped them open one by one. He gifted her a kiss for every one that she opened, sending her heart into a flutter. He’s so fucking adorable.
When the last button was done, a helpful Matthew untucked his shirt from his tailored pants.
Rachel pushed Matthew’s shirt open, revealing his naked torso. She sensed a change come over the room. Heat blazed between them. He was lightly tanned, and his chest and lower stomach had a smattering of dark brown hair. Was there anything better than a man who had a happy trail? I think not.
The warmth and spice of his cologne sent a shiver down her spine. The perfume’s notes were lush and expensive.
He bent and kissed her deeply. The hunger in her body flared once more. His fingers traced their way past the hem of her dress, drawing it up and over her hips. She was all for taking things slow, but tonight Rachel was greedy—she wanted now. Stepping back, she took the dress off then dropped it to the floor .
His hungry gaze roamed over her body.
He likes what he sees.
Emboldened by Matthew’s appreciation of her body, Rachel unclasped her bra, and let it fall from her shoulders.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Sparks raced through her body as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. When he bent and kissed her nipple, she was certain her blood had turned to liquid fire. Her eyes fluttered closed.
Oh god …
With his other hand resting in the middle of her back, he held her while he licked and sucked her hardened pebble. She stroked Matthew’s soft hair, letting him know just how good this was for her.
Her mind was too scattered to even consider what this was doing to her panties. Her core throbbed with need. The need for him to touch her.
Don’t ever stop.
His hand slipped from her back, and Rachel opened her eyes. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Rachel sweetheart, I’ve only just got started.”
She shivered as he traced his fingertips up her thigh, then lightly brushed them across her hip. At this silent command, she shifted her stance, opening her legs wider. He hummed his approval at this move.
He tugged on the side of her dampened panties, and slowly lowered them. Releasing her breast from his gentle hold, he put his free hand to good use working the other side of her briefs down. Down. Down past her knees and to the floor.
Matthew the wicked man, followed them.
“I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent over the past week wondering what exact shade the hair on your pussy would be, but I was right. They match your eyebrows. ”
Rachel put a hand over her mouth and captured her laugh. This man really was going to laugh her into bed. He was funny. Sexy. And she wanted every inch of him.
“You’ve been thinking about my pubes? Seriously.”
His deep, dirty chuckle went straight to her sex. “I’ve been thinking about every part of you. But especially this …”
All thoughts of conducting any further rational conversation fled her mind as his tongue delved deep into her sex. He drew a mind-bending trail through her parted folds, flicking his tongue left and right before finishing with a gentle kiss around and over her clit.
Rachel saw stars.
Each time Matthew did this, she quickly lost count of how many times, hot need rippled low inside her body. It built, threatening to consume her. Her breath grew shallow and ragged. She was so close to the point of no return.
Oh god, I’m going to …
No. No.
Her fingers gripped his short brown hair as she fought to hold back from the edge. “You have to … you have to stop. I can’t control this, you’re too good. Please, Matthew.”
He released her, then got to his feet. “We can’t have you coming that quickly, now, can we? Though as I promised in the hallway, I plan to have you more than once tonight. In fact if you can remember how many times you climax, I’ll consider myself a failure.”
This man could never be a failure.
Sucking in deep calming breaths, Rachel nodded toward her purse. “I have condoms. A whole strip of them.”
His lips brushed over hers. “And I bought a box this afternoon.”
Her mind cleared just enough from its lust-filled haze for her to take in the moment. She was buck naked, but he was still half dressed .
That’s not playing fair.
“I think we need to do something about your pants before we go any further, Mister Jones.”
Taking hold of Matthew’s belt buckle she worked it free from the clasp, humming as she slipped it from the beltloops, then tossed it on the floor. It landed next to her shoes.
Better.
Matthew’s eyes darkened with desire. He spread his arms wide. “Would you like to help with the rest of my clothes? Unwrap me.” It was the best invitation she’d ever received.
Oh yes, she was all for that, and so much more.
But first I want to play.
The top button of his pants flicked open with one smooth move, then she went for the zipper. His pants dropped, coming to rest on his hips, giving her an enticing glimpse of the bulge in his underwear.
She licked her lips. She loved it when a man was hard and ready for sex. And judging by the way his briefs were straining, Matthew was well endowed.
Her hand toyed with the top of his briefs. “Nice. I like the look of solid black. Are the banana patterned ones in the wash?” She cupped his balls, and leaned in placing a long, lingering kiss on his mouth.
“No banana ones. Sorry, Rach. But I do have something you can wrap your lips around if you get hungry a little later.”
“Really? I’ll hold you to that promise.”
She worked his pants down over his hips and they dropped to the floor. His briefs followed, and his cock sprang free. The slap of it against his stomach had her going weak at the knees. “Take me,” she pleaded. Her resistance was crumbling by the second as her body made its demands to have every inch of him inside her.
He guided her back to the bed and lay her down, spreading her legs. From the bedside drawer he produced a condom and rolled it on. Settling over her, he kissed her, then asked, “How would you like to be taken? I can make it good for you any way you need.”
She was spoiled for choice. But the idea of a slow, deep grind was too great to resist. He could have her as many times as he wanted tonight, but there would only ever be a first time between them. And she wanted it to be perfect.
“Slow. And thrust deep as you stroke against my clit. I want your kisses. I want all of you.”
Parting the folds of her sex, he pushed in. “Put your legs over my hips and lay back. Rachel, I’ve wanted you since the first time you walked into the coffee shop. Wanted to take you, hold you. And now I’m going to fuck you just the way you like, and I’m not going to stop until you scream my name and come. I want to feel your finger nails scraping down my back and your pussy pulsing all around my cock.”
What a filthy mouth for an accountant. Not that she cared—just as long as his body made good on his orgasmic promise.
“Matthew,” she cried, as he thrust in deep and hard.