Page 37 of Legacy of His Revenge
‘Matias...’
‘Touch me.’ He guided her hand to his erection, which was a hard, prominent bulge against the zipper of his trousers.
‘We can’t make love here!’
Wrenched back to the reality of what she was saying, Matias struggled not to explode in his trousers. He breathed deeply, cupped the nape of her neck and drew her to him so that their foreheads were touching.
Her breath was minty fresh, her skin as soft as satin and he ached for her. ‘We talk, Sophie,’ he breathed in a driven undertone. ‘Don’t tell me we’re at one another’s throats all of the time. And we want one another.’
Sophie knew what he was saying and she longed to capitulate but she was only in this place because she was pregnant. Had she not been, they would be enemies on opposite sides of the fence. Were it just a question of her, then would she think about his offer? Maybe. She could cope if it turned out that she couldn’t trust him. Again. But she couldn’t trust him with Eric. Could she?
Confusion tore through her.
‘Come back to my place with me,’ he urged.
‘I won’t marry you,’ she said weakly.
Matias all but groaned in frustration but he didn’t. Instead, he smoothed his hands over her shoulders and kissed her very gently, very persuasively on her mouth and felt her move from hesitation to abandon. He kept kissing her. He kissed her until she was breathless. He kissed her until he knew for certain that there was nothing and no one left in her head but him, then he broke apart and said, in a barely restrained voice,
‘Let’s go.’
