Page 38 of Match Point

Sorcha wore a sultry grin and heels, with nothing else in between. High breasts, small but well-rounded, dark nipples peaked, begging for his touch. With a sway of her hips, she stepped between him and the door, her hand settling on his chest. Never breaking eye contact, she grabbed his shirt front and pulled him toward her. WTF? Was this really happening? One second, she was pissed the next, she definitely wasn’t.

“Thank you for the apology.” She dropped her eyelids and trailed her mouth along the underside of his chin, breath hot and tempting against his skin.

He swallowed, off guard and off the rails for this woman.

Unbuttoning his shirt, she skimmed the seam of his lips with her tongue and his blood sizzled on impact. He placed his hands on her hips, fingers splaying over her tight butt, bringing her closer to his groin. She was fire and ice, a contradiction he couldn’t wait to explore in more detail. He’d had a taste of her on the mountain and it wasn’t enough.

“For later.” Sorcha tucked a condom into his front pocket. The move had the desired effect. Cock growing ever harder, he sucked in a sharp breath as she unfastened his pants. Exploring fingers found their way beneath the band of his underwear. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“You’re wearing just enough.” He cupped her breasts, thumb tweaking her nipple. She inhaled, her breast swelling in his hand. His fantasy was coming true and although his brain told him to pull the plug, his body said no way. She was offering what he needed most, and he’d deal with the repercussions later.

“I’m naked.” She gave a breathless laugh, palming his cock. Capable fingers stroked his length, her thumb tracing a pattern over the sensitive nerves.

“Exactly.” Each touch stoked his need and he slid his mouth down her throat, inhaling the sweet smell of her perfume with undertones of delicious woman. He could feel the steady beat of her pulse beneath pale skin, the fast rhythm matching his own. She was a thorn in his side from the beginning and she’d slowly grown on him. Now she was encroaching into every aspect of his life. Dangerous. She was dangerous.

He skimmed her thigh with an eager palm and traced his finger along her pussy. Liquid heat met his questing hand, wet and welcoming. Her clit was swollen, begging for more of his touch. Mouth moving ever downward, he wasn’t sure what he wanted most. To taste her or fuck her or both. She issued a throaty purr. Yep, most definitely both. Lust had driven them to this place, a growing connection that was forged by proximity and chemistry. A dangerous combination.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sorcha couldn’t help herself. One minute he was a jackass, the next so sweet—well, as sweet as Leo could be—that her heart ached. No not heart, body. Her body ached for him. The physical attraction overrode the reality. They were polar opposites and the time spent at the ranch was an illusion. Only the illusion wasn’t over yet.

His fiery mouth drifted along her jaw, the spread of warm kisses sparking her need. The simple apology had been her undoing. Neck arched, she planted her feet on the carpet, legs apart. Capable fingers danced across her pussy, setting a rhythm that stoked the fire brighter. She bit her lip, moaning as his lips settled over her nipple, heated tongue flicking the aching flesh. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, palms seeking out the bumps and hollows of his upper back.

Every masculine inch of his body enticed, his cock silky and hard beneath her hand. That same body had challenged her on the court and in the woods. Questing lips moved from her breast and down her stomach. The scratch of his beard against her belly was erotic. Each day had been a struggle; a tug of war between her growing desire and a reluctance to give up her freedom. Except she had no wish to be free from him.

Leo knelt before her, his mouth settling over her clit. She whimpered and gripped his shoulders, breath coming fast from between clenched teeth. Legs shaking, she met his intense stare, those green eyes cutting into her soul. She inhaled; her chest full of an emotion that she dared not name. A groan spilled from her lips, the sound sharp and desperate in the quiet room.

He sucked at her clit, tongue working her body, until a groundswell of intensity shot from deep inside her core. She cupped the back of his neck, head rolling against the door. He continued to massage her clit with his masterful caress until a second wave rolled over the last. Breasts heaving, she tried to catch her breath.

Condom packet in hand, he stood. The shirt hung open showing his broad chest, a tantalizing trail of hair that started under his belly button. He slipped off his jeans, the sensual stare as erotic as his touch had been. She swept his body with eager eyes. He was well-proportioned in every way, his cock erect and ready for her.

Knees weak, she watched him put on the condom, her pussy weeping, clit still throbbing from the orgasm. Voices drifted from the hallway and she frowned at the unwelcome interruption.

“Is the door locked?” he asked, the sexy sound adding to the growing sensations.

She reached for the doorknob, but her fingers fell shy of reaching it. She clenched her hands into fists, hating to move from that spot, but nothing or no one was going to disturb them. She turned around and twisted the lock.

Gripping her hips with his strong hand, he kissed his way up her spine. Each nibble sent another layer of need to her already heightened senses. Fingers gliding down her arms, he clasped both of her wrists. He planted her palms on the door, the move bringing his bare chest against her back. Shaking with need, she closed her eyes as his hand trailed down her butt. The more he touched her, the more she needed him. She parted her legs to his questing fingers, impatient yet wanting this moment to last forever. She hated to wait for anything, and her desire for Leo was paramount in her mind.

Sorcha licked her lips, yearning to have him inside her, satisfying the empty place in her, if just for a few glorious minutes. She looked at him over her shoulder, his jaw tight, the skin of his cheekbones pulled taut from unexpressed desire. He bit her earlobe, entering her, breaching her very core with his cock. Breath hot on her neck, he cupped her breast with one hand, the other settling between her legs. Back arched, she rocked into his thrust, hips moving in tandem. He was in her and around her, filling her body, her mind, her soul. “I want to kiss you,” she whispered in a barely audible voice, unsure whether he heard her and equally unsure why she asked. Kissing meant intimacy and would take this encounter from casual to deep.

He withdrew from her body and she spun on her heels. She caught his stark stare and placed her forearms around his shoulders, pulling him close. He lifted her high, eyes smoldering. She wrapped her legs about his waist. Mouth finding her parted one, he entered her body with a fluid stroke. She slipped her tongue along his, mouths blending in perfect harmony. He sank ever deeper, filling her time and time again. Raw passion, combined with the unrelenting friction of two bodies working together for a common goal, stole her breath. A shot of molten bliss burst forth, her entire body convulsing, thighs quivering. She tightened her grip, kissing him with remorseless desire, air puffing from between her swollen lips. Pleasure exploded from deep within her body, the sensations overwhelming. Leo buried his face in her neck, hands keeping her hostage. She held him tight, gasping at each quickened thrust until he threw his head back, cheeks flushed, tendons in his powerful chest taut.

Sorcha stroked the nape of his neck, holding him while he caught his breath. The wall was cool on her back, her own heat level through the roof. His body was heavy against hers, the weight a welcome burden. Lifting his head, he played his mouth over her parted lips, the kiss gentle and coaxing. She kissed him back, enjoying the intimacy after a memorable moment. Sex for Sorcha had never been this explosive, this raw, or as fulfilling. Leo took her to a place she’d never gone before, something he’d done since she’d met him.

Her life was complex, and she had a bad sense she’d just complicated it more. Remorse would come later. For now, she’d cherish the moment and let the rest play itself out.

She had no other choice.

Chapter Thirty

Leo splashed water on his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. How had he let this happen? Common sense told him this was bad, but his satiated body said fuck it. He’d never let his physical needs dictate his head, but with Sorcha, the old rules no longer fit.

He glanced down at his watch and bit back a curse. Howler wanted to have dinner with them. Leo wanted to slip out, go back to his apartment and sleep. Alone.

Who are you fooling? He’d had sex with Sorcha ten minutes before and he wanted it again. Not a good place to be, a slave to his dick. It was the very reason he’d opted out of fucking around; it never ended well.

Sighing, he fixed the buttons on his shirt and exited the bathroom.

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