Page 33 of The Last Resort
Her mind was too scattered to even consider what this was doing to her panties. Her core throbbed with need. The need for him to touch her.
Don’t ever stop.
His hand slipped from her back, and Rachel opened her eyes. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Rachel sweetheart, I’ve only just got started.”
She shivered as he traced his fingertips up her thigh, then lightly brushed them across her hip. At this silent command, she shifted her stance, opening her legs wider. He hummed his approval at this move.
He tugged on the side of her dampened panties, and slowly lowered them. Releasing her breast from his gentle hold, he put his free hand to good use working the other side of her briefs down. Down. Down past her knees and to the floor.
Matthew the wicked man, followed them.
“I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent over the past week wondering what exact shade the hair on your pussy would be, but I was right. They match your eyebrows.”
Rachel put a hand over her mouth and captured her laugh. This man really was going to laugh her into bed. He was funny. Sexy. And she wanted every inch of him.
“You’ve been thinking about my pubes? Seriously.”
His deep, dirty chuckle went straight to her sex. “I’ve been thinking about every part of you. But especially this …”
All thoughts of conducting any further rational conversation fled her mind as his tongue delved deep into her sex. He drew a mind-bending trail through her parted folds, flicking his tongue left and right before finishing with a gentle kiss around and over her clit.
Rachel saw stars.
Each time Matthew did this, she quickly lost count of how many times, hot need rippled low inside her body. It built, threatening to consume her. Her breath grew shallow and ragged. She was so close to the point of no return.
Oh god, I’m going to …
No. No.
Her fingers gripped his short brown hair as she fought to hold back from the edge. “You have to … you have to stop. I can’t control this, you’re too good. Please, Matthew.”
He released her, then got to his feet. “We can’t have you coming that quickly, now, can we? Though as I promised in the hallway, I plan to have you more than once tonight. In fact if you can remember how many times you climax, I’ll consider myself a failure.”
This man could never be a failure.
Sucking in deep calming breaths, Rachel nodded toward her purse. “I have condoms. A whole strip of them.”
His lips brushed over hers. “And I bought a box this afternoon.”
Her mind cleared just enough from its lust-filled haze for her to take in the moment. She was buck naked, but he was still half dressed.
That’s not playing fair.
“I think we need to do something about your pants before we go any further, Mister Jones.”
Taking hold of Matthew’s belt buckle she worked it free from the clasp, humming as she slipped it from the beltloops, then tossed it on the floor. It landed next to her shoes.
Better.
Matthew’s eyes darkened with desire. He spread his arms wide. “Would you like to help with the rest of my clothes? Unwrap me.” It was the best invitation she’d ever received.
Oh yes, she was all for that, and so much more.
But first I want to play.
The top button of his pants flicked open with one smooth move, then she went for the zipper. His pants dropped, coming to rest on his hips, giving her an enticing glimpse of the bulge in his underwear.
