Page 16 of Guarded

Crap. She’d never sleep through the night now. “I only meant to sleep for half an hour.”

He eased onto his side next to her and propped his head in his hand, reaching the other out to smooth her hair back. “Ready for a vacay?”

They were supposed to leave first thing in the morning. “Hmmm, yes. You?”

“I can’t wait. Been wanting to do this for a long time.”

He had? He was so sweet. She really needed to make more of an effort in the whole romance department, do unexpected things that make him feel appreciated more often. She’d gotten a little lazy in that department. “I’m looking forward to spending quality alone time with you.” She leaned into him as his mouth came down on hers.

The kiss was slow and dreamy at first, building into something deeper and hotter. His hands stroked over her mostly naked body, lingering to caress the sensitive backs of her thighs as his mouth moved down her jaw to her neck.

She sighed and tipped her head back, her skin tingling all over. Touching him always made her heart beat faster. She slid her hands over his arms, savoring the way his muscles bunched as he shifted closer, then snuck them under the hem of his shirt to slide them over his abs and powerfully defined pecs.

Matt nibbled at the side of her neck, stroked his tongue over a spot that made her shiver, his hand grasping her hip to position her while the other curved around the swell of her breast. She was bigger now by more than a cup size, and more sensitive too. The feel of his fingertips lightly brushing over her nipple through the thin satin bra made her breath catch, sensation zinging through her.

He made an approving sound and kissed his way down her cleavage, rubbing his face against her aching breasts. He tugged the top of one cup down, exposing her.

She closed her eyes, a moan rolling out of her throat when his mouth closed over the rigid peak. He knew exactly what to do, where and how to touch her to make her crazy. She was a little shy about her body now that her belly was so big but he seemed to love it and the way he held her, the way he moved his hands over her made her feel worshipped.

Holding the back of his head to her, she reached her free hand down to cup the bulge at the front of his pants. He pushed into her, rocking back and forth in a rhythm that made her even wetter.

Releasing her breast, he sat up to drag off his shirt, giving her a fantastic view of all the dips and hollows of his muscled torso, then twisted as he shucked off his pants and underwear. She immediately reached for his erection but he caught her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth to nip at the heel.

“Roll over onto your other side,” he said in a low, sexy voice that sent a thrill through her.

She turned, arched into his body as he splayed a hand over her belly, the other sliding underneath to play with her breast. His fingertips brushed along the seam of her thighs. Back and forth, light as a sigh, igniting every nerve ending, increasing the throb in her clit. She moved her legs restlessly. He grasped her hip to still her, tugged her panties off, then reached up to grab a pillow and positioned it between her knees.

“Lift up a little,” he murmured, pushing her top leg forward, bending her knee to expose her. His mouth was busy at the spot where her neck and shoulder joined, kissing, sucking.

He still didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead he continued to tease her with feather-light strokes of his fingers over her thighs, coming close to where she needed them before skipping past over the curve of her belly and back down.

“You plan on teasing me all night?” she finally said, an impatient edge to her tone. He’d gotten her all hot and bothered and seemed in no hurry to put the fire out. Two could play at that game.

But when she tried to turn over, a solid grip on her hip prevented her from moving.

“Stay still,” he commanded, the quiet steel in his voice making her breath catch and her toes curl. She loved this game, reveled in how he tested her willpower. She loved it when he took control from her in bed because he was a generous and attentive lover.

He knew exactly how much she loved it, too.

She sank her teeth into her lower lip to bite back a moan as his fingers finally slipped between her thighs from behind and slid along her wet, swollen folds. The moan burst free anyway, a shiver of delight coursing through her.

His other hand was busy playing with her nipple, his mouth hot against her neck. “No. Don’t move.”

It was nearly impossible to stay still, it felt too good. Her muscles strained with the need to arch into him, to rub his fingers over the spot that ached so badly. He took his time tormenting her, teasing, barely dipping inside her before easing out to stroke her clit.

Over and over until she was gasping, muscles twitching. The orgasm was close now, hovering just out of reach. Tormenting her with its sweet promise of ecstasy.

“Matt,” she groaned, managing to stay still only through sheer force of will.

“No.”

Dammit, it felt so good but she needed more, and the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her ass was making her even more impatient.

He brought her to the edge two more times, and finally she couldn’t take any more.

A plaintive whimper escaped and she reached back to grab his stroking hand, tried to lock her thighs around it to keep him there.

“Such a greedy girl,” he whispered against her ear. “You ready to come now?”

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