Page 171 of Hell Hath No Fury
He stepped toward her, and she backed up, falling against the mattress with a soft laugh. She pushed herself back to the mound of pillows and he followed, coming over her, wanting nothing more than to thrust hard and deep into her slick, waiting sex.
“I’m not going to last long this first time,” he told her.
She lifted her eyebrows in a way he found both enticing and adorable. “First time?”
“You don’t dream about something as long as I’ve dreamt of you and get your fill in one shot.”
“Good to know,” she said with a sexy smile, writhing as he positioned himself, the head of his cock poised and ready.
Until he realized one important thing. “Condom.” He jumped up, grabbing his jeans and retrieving one from his pocket.
“Men,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Always prepared.”
“It’s older than dirt,” he informed her. “But not that old that it won’t work. Oh, shit.” He just kept putting his foot in his mouth.
She shook her head and laughed. “Never mind. I get it. Just hurry up!”
He returned, his cock once again at the entrance of her sex, and immediately pushed in… slowly because he knew he was abig man with a big dick… and he felt himself stretching her tight inner walls.
God, had anything ever felt so good? So perfect?
“Faster, Matt, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She pinched his shoulder. “Move or I’ll hurtyou.”
She’d released him from the constraints restraining him, and he was barely holding on as it was. He began to move in and out, taking her hard and fast, and she accepted him, having no trouble with his pace or how hard he thrust into her. She arched her back, pulling him deeper, and he saw stars, then she wrapped her legs around his waist until their bodies practically joined.
Jesus, she was killing him, and he loved every minute.
Bracing his hands on the bed, he raised himself enough to rock and grind into her, their bodies in complete unison. He rolled his hips and she started to shake, her hands pulling at his hair.
“Oh, God, Matt, yes. Keep going.”
He ground into her, and suddenly she moaned, low and deep, writhing in his arms. Her climax set off his own, and he thrust into her again and again, knowing this was what had been missing from his life for so long.
CHAPTER THREE
Harper lay in Matt’s arms, completely satisfied if not still stunned that she’d ended up in bed with the man she’d never been able to get out of her heart.
“I can hear the wheels turning,” Matt said, his hands stroking her arm. “What’s wrong?”
She had to ask because she had to know. “Why did we get together now? Or should I say what held you back until now?” She bit down on her lower lip after questioning him.
He stiffened but didn’t speak, and in the wake of his silence, she couldn’t help what came out of her mouth next. “I always wondered if it was me. My curves. My body.”
“Fuck, no!” He pulled himself up and over her so she was looking into his face, his expression pained. “I always wanted you,” he assured her. “These curves. This body.” He slid his hand over her waist and around her hips. “But…” He drew a deep breath. “I made a promise to your brother that I’d leave you alone.”
“What?” She couldn’t have heard what she thought she did. “Noah?”
Matt nodded somberly.
“He didn’t,” she said on an angry growl. “He meddled in my life?”
“He did, but he was looking out for you. He was doing what your father couldn’t,” Matt said. “Besides, I’m the one at fault… for listening to him.” Matt appeared both sad and ashamed. “The things he said, they hit a nerve. That you deserved someone better, smarter, with a college education.”
She could see how hard it was for him to admit to what he and her asshole brother considered shortcomings.
