Page 34 of Marriage Bargain with His Innocent
CHAPTER SEVEN
THEYMADEITup the stairs softly and quickly, any noise drowned out by the pounding of the rain outside. The click of the bedroom door shutting behind them made her shudder with anticipation.
‘I need to see you.’ Matias moved to switch on one of the lamps, bathing the room in a mellow glow. ‘I want to see every inch of your glorious body when I make love to you.’
This felt like tasting forbidden fruit, and now that she had succumbed to temptation her excitement levels were rising fast. Georgina looked at him as he walked towards her. He touched her and she curved into him, and for a few seconds they held one another without saying anything.
Then, ‘I’m not the skinny catwalk model type,’ she murmured against him.
‘You’re not.’ He propelled her towards the bed without breaking contact.
‘Youlikeskinny catwalk model types.’
‘Is this based on your close observation of me over the years?’
Georgina reddened, and he laughed softly and kissed the side of her mouth.
‘You’re wondering,’ he murmured, ‘whether to tell me that I’m an egotistical swine...’
‘If the hat fits...’ But she smiled nervously, and as the back of her knees came into contact with the mattress she collapsed onto the bed, eyes darkening as he remained standing, began unzipping the jeans.
Her arms were spread wide, her hair a vibrant mane across the pillow. The jeans came off, and then the boxers, and she drew in a sharp breath when he circled his penis with his hand and gently played with himself while he watched her with smouldering intensity.
Drugged with desire, Georgina discovered a side to herself she’d never known existed. A side without inhibition...a side that wanted to touch, to lick, to taste, to feel her own wetness the way he was feeling his own arousal.
Gone was the primness that had held her in check all her life and in its place was a wanton, bold, daring woman who wanted to explore every inch of the man now settling onto the bed next to her.
‘Too many clothes,’ Matias said thickly, and he undressed her at speed, rearing up as he tugged down her jeans, taking her underwear with them, and then the too-tiny top.
For a long moment he stared at her. He adored her with his eyes and she couldn’t breathe for wanting him.
‘Good God,’ he said in a driven undertone. ‘So damned beautiful...so bloody sexy...where have you been all my life?’
It was just a figurative way of speaking, but, oh, how she wanted to shout,Here... I’ve always been here...
It was so erotic, such a turn-on, and the heat pooled wet between her legs. He straddled her and gently swept her hair back, so that he could trail delicate kisses along her neck and enjoy the hitch in her breathing and her soft purrs of pleasure.
His movements were slow, leisurely, intensely arousing. His touch was delicate, but she knew that there was sheathed power behind the light touch. He was taking his time.
He covered her mouth with his and began kissing her, tasting her, probing the inside of her mouth with his tongue while he idly stroked her belly. Her generous breasts begged to be touched, and if by not touching them he intended to ratchet up her frantic desire to have him then he was spot-on.
‘So bloody beautiful,’ he murmured raggedly.
She laughed with her eyes as they broke apart for a few seconds. ‘You don’t mean that.’
‘I never say anything I don’t mean.’
‘No, you don’t, do you?’ Georgina’s breathing was shallow and she wriggled sinuously against him, like a cat responding to the bliss of being stroked. ‘You don’t care how your words affect other people, do you?’
‘Life’s a tough business.’ Matias looked down at her for a few seconds, his dark eyes impenetrable. ‘I spent my early life moving away from my parents’ hocus-pocus lifestyle choices, and I discovered along the way that focusing on the tangible is all that matters. Caring too much about the abstract is a recipe for disaster.’
‘You mean love...?’
‘It gets in the way of what’s really important in life.’
‘Which is what?’
‘Too much talk.’ Matias neatly sidestepped the question, but then shot her a crooked smile because her questioning green eyes refused to be deflected. ‘You don’t give up, do you? I don’t dolove, Georgie. My head rules my life. Always been that way and always will be that way. I’ve seen first-hand what happens when you start thinking with your emotions. You end up with a chaotic, rudderless life. Don’t look at me as though I’ve put out a hit on Father Christmas!’ He laughed softly. ‘Now, stop talking and let me pleasure you... You don’t have to feel nervous with me,’ he soothed.
