Page 63 of Tempted and Taken

She shook her head, fighting with everything she had not to come, not to scream obscenities at him.

Matt recognized her struggle, but the bastard didn’t ease up. Not a bit.

When he moved the vibrator away from her clit, she moaned—in relief, in disappointment. She missed the touch instantly.

Then he pushed the vibrator inside her, just an inch or so. Holding it there.

She frowned, wondering what new fresh hell this was. She thought she’d cleared the hurdle, thought he was ready to give her what she so desperately needed.

“You can speak now, kitten,” he said. “I miss your voice. Beg. Beg me for what you want.”

“Please,” she said, clearing her throat. “Please let me come.”

Matt thrust the toy in and out a half dozen times before turning the speed on high. Liza’s entire body trembled, but he hadn’t given her permission. Hadn’t told her she could come.

Circling his thumb around her clit, he slammed the toy in harder, faster.

Bright stars flew behind her eyes and then…

“Come, Liza.”

And then she was one of them. A brilliant white ball of light floating in space.

Her orgasm lingered, even after Matt turned the vibrator off and took it out. It had just about faded when he fanned it back to life, removing both nipple clamps at the same time.

She cried out, in pain, in bliss. Especially when he lowered his head and gently stroked her tender nipples with his tongue, whispering soothing words, sweet nothings.

Liza wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she managed to land, to focus. The first thing she realized was she wasn’t tied up anymore. The second was that Matt was naked and lying next to her in bed.

“You’re back,” he whispered.

Now that Liza could speak, she couldn’t find the words, so she turned, reaching out to pull his body over hers, her legs parting in invitation.

Matt held his weight on his elbows, kissing her. His thick erection slid in slowly, but Liza still shuddered as he stroked the over-sensitized muscles. Once he was seated to the hilt, he held in place, breaking the kiss so that he could look at her, his expression one she’d spent her entire life waiting for.

She cupped his cheeks affectionately, letting her face reflect those same amazing emotions, though neither of them spoke the words. They didn’t need to.

Because she could read what he couldn’t say in those deep brown eyes of his, and they were the most beautiful words she’d ever heard.

Chapter Thirteen

Matt finished his wine, wiped his mouth, leaned back, and sighed, wondering if he’d ever felt this genuinely relaxed.

Liza had assumed a similar pose across the table from him. “That was delicious. I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me for commercial air travel for the rest of my life.”

He was glad. Because if he had his way, the two of them would always be on this jet together. Then Matt found himself making a mental list of all the places he’d love to travel to with her. “I still can’t believe you’ve never flown outside of the country.”

“We weren’t all born with private planes and silver spoons,” she joked. “But I do have a bucket list of places I want to see.”

“Given your heritage, Ms. Moretti, I hope Italy is on your list. You would love Lake Como and Positano.”

“Oh. I’ll add those to my list, right next to Amsterdam, Nice, and Rome.”

“All very good places to travel.”

Her eyes widened. “You’ve been to all of them?”

Matt nodded. “When I was younger, my father took us on a couple big trips each year, insisting that my brothers and I needed culture. Italy was our annual overseas trip, while the second trip abroad was always somewhere different.”

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