Page 32 of The Last Resort
Her injuries from the airport had fortunately healed quite quickly. “All good. You saved me from any real damage. Why do you ask?”
“Because if I beat you at a bed leaping race, then you can’t cry foul.”
“What?”
“Three. Two …”
He didn’t finish. Matthew wrapped an arm about Rachel’s waist and together they dashed toward the bed. At the lastsecond, she remembered to leap, and they landed on the mattress in a giggling tangle of arms and legs.
She’d barely had time to catch her breath, before he’d rolled her onto her back and lay his arm across her stomach, pinning her to the soft-as-a-cloud bed.
“I won,” he exclaimed.
“No way! You had a head start. If this was the bed leaping Olympics, you’d have been disqualified for cheating.”
Matthew chuckled. His warm laugh had her grinning from ear to ear. He was such a breath of fresh air. And so damn hot. She couldn’t figure why some other woman hadn’t already snatched him up.Maybe my luck is changing. Please let it be changing.
Taking his hand in hers, Rachel lifted it to her lips and placed a kiss on the spot right where his wedding ring would be—if he had one. Their gazes met once more, and she couldn’t hold back a contented sigh. Releasing his hand from hers, Matthew leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “I’m really glad you’re here with me.”
He brushed his fingers across her cheek, then slowly down her neck and across her décolletage. When he reached the top button of her dress, he stopped. “I would like for you and me to spend the night together in this bed. But I need to hear you say yes.”
Whatever his background Matthew had clearly had a quality education. He was well spoken, and polite. And now here he was again, asking her what she wanted, rather than just assuming.
My very own Mister Darcy. I wonder if he owns half of Derbyshire. The nice half.
She toed out of one of her shoes. It flicked off the bed and onto the floor. The second quickly followed. And just to make sure that she was clear about her intentions, she added a firm, “Yes.”
Matthew casually rolled off the bed and slipped out of his jacket. Rachel sat up, watching with interest as he unlaced his shoes and took off his socks. Placing his hand on the top button of his shirt, he raised an eyebrow. “Any requests?”
“Keep going.” She gently applauded, encouraging him. It was fun watching a man undress. “I could add somebom chicka wah wahif that makes it any easier. And if you have anOnly Fansaccount, I’d be happy to sign up—do you do pay-per-view?”
His hands dropped from his shirt as he cracked up laughing. “I really don’t want to know about who you follow on that site, do I?”
She shook her head. “I swear, I’ve never been on it, but if we can make money from your striptease, I’m all in.”
Rachel climbed off the bed and came to Matthew. “Here let me help you,” she said, taking over the button situation. She flipped them open one by one. He gifted her a kiss for every one that she opened, sending her heart into a flutter.He’s so fucking adorable.
When the last button was done, a helpful Matthew untucked his shirt from his tailored pants.
Rachel pushed Matthew’s shirt open, revealing his naked torso. She sensed a change come over the room. Heat blazed between them. He was lightly tanned, and his chest and lower stomach had a smattering of dark brown hair. Was there anything better than a man who had a happy trail?I think not.
The warmth and spice of his cologne sent a shiver down her spine. The perfume’s notes were lush and expensive.
He bent and kissed her deeply. The hunger in her body flared once more. His fingers traced their way past the hem of her dress, drawing it up and over her hips. She was all for taking things slow, but tonight Rachel was greedy—she wanted now. Stepping back, she took the dress off then dropped it to the floor.
His hungry gaze roamed over her body.
He likes what he sees.
Emboldened by Matthew’s appreciation of her body, Rachel unclasped her bra, and let it fall from her shoulders.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Sparks raced through her body as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. When he bent and kissed her nipple, she was certain her blood had turned to liquid fire. Her eyes fluttered closed.
Oh god …
With his other hand resting in the middle of her back, he held her while he licked and sucked her hardened pebble. She stroked Matthew’s soft hair, letting him know just how good this was for her.
