Page 21 of Legacy of His Revenge
‘My parents had no money,’ Matias said abruptly. ‘They should have but they didn’t. I grew up as the kid on the wrong side of the tracks. I went to a tough comprehensive where I learned that the only way to get out in one piece was to be tougher than everyone else, so I was.’
Sophie’s mouth fell open, partly because this was so unexpected but mostly because he was confiding in her and everything was telling her that this was a proud, arrogant man who never confided in anyone.
She felt a little thrill and her heart turned over because the unexpected confidence marked something more between them thanlust. You didn’t confide like that in someone you just wanted to take to bed and throw away afterwards.
Sophie didn’t work that out in any way that was coherent or analytical. It was more of afeelingthat swept through her and in the wake of thatfeelingshe softened.This was how barriers got broken down; this was how defences were surmounted.
Except she wasn’t thinking any of that right now, she was just ensnared by a desire to know more about him.
‘Enough talking,’ Matias said gruffly, meaning it. ‘Because I’m rich and powerful now doesn’t mean that I don’t fancy you for all the right reasons.’
‘Which are what?’ Sophie whispered, and Matias dealt her a slow, slashing smile that sent every nerve in her body quivering in high excitement.
‘You have a body I would walk over broken glass to touch,’ he expanded, not touching her but wanting to with every pore in his body.
‘Don’t be silly.’ She laughed shakily, driven to bring this whole crazy situation down to a prosaic, pedestrian place because she just couldn’t quite believe that she was impressionable enough to be swept off her feet by a man like him. ‘I’m short and I’m...well covered. The world is full of short, plump women like me. We’re a dime a dozen.’
‘You’re doing it again, running yourself down. You shouldn’t, because what you have is more than just a body I could find anywhere.’ He laughed. ‘You might think that your dear mama failed to pass on that specialsomethingbut you’d be wrong because you definitely have it in bucketloads.’
Don’t say that,something in Sophie wanted to yell, but over and above that was a hot yearning at the soft, lazy timbre of his voice and a melting feeling at the way he was looking at her. This was the sort of textbook situation she had always cautioned herself against and yet here she was, blossoming like a flower in the sunshine and wanting this inappropriate man more than she could have ever believed possible.
Belatedly, she realised that her clothes were still askew, her vest tugged down, her shorts scrunched up at the crotch. She shifted and just like that words melted away, replaced by the delicious frisson of burning desire.
Matias straightened. A full moon streamed through the floor-to-ceiling panes of glass, casting a silvery glow through the room. She was so beautiful that he could barely contain himself. Andstillhe wasn’t sure what she would do if he touched her.
Or whathewould do if he touched her and she turned away. A cold bath wouldn’t begin to sort it out.
He didn’t have long to ponder the problem because she took the decision right out of his hands. She reached up and stroked the side of his face, her huge eyes wide, her full mouth softly parted.
Matias caught her hand and drew her finger into his mouth. His gaze didn’t leave hers as he sucked it, sucked it so that she knew that that was just how he was going to suck her nipple and, without even realising it, she responded by pushing her breasts out. Her nipples were tingling. Eyes half closed, she gasped when he slid his hand under the vest and cupped her breast.
He still had her finger in his mouth and was still sucking it, and still holding her gaze, his dark eyes lazy and hypnotic as he rolled his finger over the stiffened bud of her nipple. That was all he did and it was enough for her body to shriek into a response that was a hair’s breadth away from orgasmic.
It was electrifying.
Sophie moaned. ‘I want you.’
Matias held her hand, playing with the wet tip of her finger. ‘Your wish is my command. You want me? Rest assured that you will have me, as hard and as often as you want.’
She’d expected him to drive into her without further ado. She could see the hunger in his dark eyes and it matched hers. He didn’t. Instead, he arranged her on the bed, straddled her for a few seconds and then slowly pulled down her shorts.
She was so soft, so silky smooth, her skin so pale in the moonlight. He had to stare and even as he stared he did his damnedest to control his breathing, but he was so turned on that he had to make an effort to remember that breathing involved sucking air in and releasing it out.
In one swift movement, he stood up, holding her riveted attention, and stripped off.
Sophie had never seen anything so magnificent in her entire life. No artist would have been able to do justice to the sheer perfection of his body. A broad chest tapered down to a washboard-flat stomach and then lower, to an erection that was impressively huge, a thick, long shaft of steel that made her want to pass out because she was so turned on.
She’d had one serious boyfriend. Her level of experience was very definitely on the lower end of the spectrum and nothing had prepared her for the impact of being in the grip of true, shameless, wanton desire. Desire shorn of everything but a need to live for the moment and take what was on offer. Desire that was looking for nothing beyond the next sixty seconds and the sixty seconds after that.
Sophie would never have believed herself capable of actuallybeing here and being this personbecause it contravened all her principles. But now that shewashere, she felt wildly, wickedly decadent.
Naked, Matias spread apart her legs and then lowered himself to do something that felt so intimate that she froze for a few seconds.
‘Problem?’ he purred and she blushed madly.
‘I’ve never had anyone do...that...’
‘Then relax and enjoy. Trust me, you’ll be begging for more.’ With which, he flattened her thighs wide open, hands placed squarely on them, and he lowered his dark head between her legs. His tongue was delicate between her wet folds and then, delving deeper, he found and teased her clitoris until he could feel it throbbing. Her whimpers became cries mixed with moans. Her fingers dived into his dark hair. One minute, she was pushing him down to suck her harder, the next she was tugging him up and squirming in a futile attempt to control her reaction.
