Page 34 of The Last Resort
She licked her lips. She loved it when a man was hard and ready for sex. And judging by the way his briefs were straining, Matthew was well endowed.
Her hand toyed with the top of his briefs. “Nice. I like the look of solid black. Are the banana patterned ones in the wash?” She cupped his balls, and leaned in placing a long, lingering kiss on his mouth.
“No banana ones. Sorry, Rach. But I do have something you can wrap your lips around if you get hungry a little later.”
“Really? I’ll hold you to that promise.”
She worked his pants down over his hips and they dropped to the floor. His briefs followed, and his cock sprang free. The slap of it against his stomach had her going weak at the knees. “Take me,” she pleaded. Her resistance was crumbling by the second as her body made its demands to have every inch of him inside her.
He guided her back to the bed and lay her down, spreading her legs. From the bedside drawer he produced acondom and rolled it on. Settling over her, he kissed her, then asked, “How would you like to be taken? I can make it good for you any way you need.”
She was spoiled for choice. But the idea of a slow, deep grind was too great to resist. He could have her as many times as he wanted tonight, but there would only ever be a first time between them. And she wanted it to be perfect.
“Slow. And thrust deep as you stroke against my clit. I want your kisses. I want all of you.”
Parting the folds of her sex, he pushed in. “Put your legs over my hips and lay back. Rachel, I’ve wanted you since the first time you walked into the coffee shop. Wanted to take you, hold you. And now I’m going to fuck you just the way you like, and I’m not going to stop until you scream my name and come. I want to feel your finger nails scraping down my back and your pussy pulsing all around my cock.”
What a filthy mouth for an accountant. Not that she cared—just as long as his body made good on his orgasmic promise.
“Matthew,” she cried, as he thrust in deep and hard.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Will I see you again tonight, or tomorrow?” asked Matthew. He was seated at the dining table in his apartment, the following morning, dressed in jeans and a gray T-shirt. His feet which were crossed at the ankles, were bare. In front of him sat a cup of half-finished coffee.
He looks like a rugged sex god, after a night of hot and sweaty bed action.
Rachel—who was standing in the center of the room, purse in one hand, while finger brushing her semi-damp hair with the other—didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes.”
Last night had been nothing short of magical. For the first time in a long time she’d felt that someone wanted her just for her. Matthew had taken her to the highest peaks of pleasure. Places she didn’t know even existed. Not until last night.
They’d made love, slept, then made love again. Sleep had finally caught up with them after their third coupling. Given half a chance she’d do it all over again.
Could her love life be finally on the up?
“I know you’ve just moved to Aspen and so your life isstill in a period of change, but I really like you, Rachel. I’m keen to see where this might go. That’s if you’re interested.”
“I like you too, Matt.”
But I don’t want to lead him on.
“I am interested, but I’m not sure how long I’ll be in Aspen. Let’s see how things go but agree not to put any pressure on ourselves.”
That sounded really awful.Cold hearted.Her wounded pride was still some way from healing.
He rose from the table and came to her. As he slid his arm about her waist, Matthew leaned in and planted an easy, tender kiss on her lips. This man was more than nice. He deserved better than being used as a means to plaster over the cracks in her heart.
“It’s a deal. We’ll take it one day at a time. Who knows, we might find that our paths continue in the same direction once we are both ready to leave this town.”
Her heart skipped a beat.That’s for the future. In the meantime, keep it simple. Uncomplicated.I don’t need another heartbreak.
“One day at a time sounds like a good plan.” She drew out of his embrace. “I’d better go. I need to get home and change before I head into work later this morning.”
“I can drive you and we can go get a barista made coffee on the way. And muffins?”
Shoot.He was so sweet. Rachel glanced at the door, embarrassed that she’d already booked an Uber. “I’m really sorry but I don’t have time for coffee this morning, and um … I ordered a ride while you were in the shower.”
She felt guilty over having done that but was determined to avoid the situation where Matthew pulled into the driveway as either Dan or Kellie orheaven forbid both, were leaving the house. This relationship, or whatever the connection between them was, belonged to her and Matthew, she didn’t want to share it with anyone in her family. Beingaround her sister and brother-in-law was awkward enough, but them meeting the guy she was having a casual thing with, would only serve to make things worse.
