‘I know,’ she said smugly, and then gasped as his mouth landed on hers.
Hot and demanding, it began a devastating assault on her senses. His tongue drove into her mouth, tangling with hers, pushing her to the edge of reason. His hands settled on her arms above her head and then slid down her body, making her burn and tremble.
He dragged his mouth away from hers and dropped a trail of scorching kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Her head fell back and she moaned. His mouth moved lower, lower, until it closed over her aching nipple and she nearly leapt off the sofa. But he was pinning her down with his weight and all she could do was succumb.
Frankly why would she want to do anything else? Laura clutched a cushion with one hand. Grabbed his head with the other as he sucked, stroked, licked and nibbled and she started to lose it. Great waves of pleasure began to roll over her. Desire drenched her and she ached with the need to be filled with him.
‘Please, Matt,’ she breathed, no longer conscious of what she was saying. ‘I don’t think I can bear it.’
His mouth still on her breast, Matt swept his hand down over her hip, round, covered the triangle of hair at the top of her thighs and slid a finger deep inside her. Laura groaned and felt her inner muscles tighten around his finger. He pressed her clitoris with his thumb and her breathing shallowed as she felt herself begin to break apart.
No, she cried silently, clinging on to her control, she didn’t want it to be like this.
She wanted him, all of him, all that strength pounding into her.
She wanted him to lose control the way she was about to.
‘Are you going to make me beg again?’
‘Would you?’
‘If I have to. But I’d probably hate you for it.’
Matt let out a ragged breath. ‘I wouldn’t want that,’ he murmured.
‘Then help me out here,’ she said desperately, dimly aware that he was leaning down and fumbling around on the floor. The sound of a packet tearing, the rolling on of a condom barely registered.
Every inch of her was aching, desperate with need. Biting her lip, she felt him pushing her knees apart, felt him nudging at her entrance and then thrusting forward, up, deep.
Laura gasped. Matt stopped. Waited a second for her to adjust. And then he pulled out of her, caught her mouth with his and drove back into her. A sob of pure pleasure rising in her throat, Laura wrapped her legs around his waist, threw her arms around his back and kissed him with every drop of desire she was feeling.
Her nails raked over his skin. His muscles strained with the effort of restraint.
But she didn’t want restraint. She burned for release. Tearing her mouth from his, she breathed, ‘More,’ into his ear and lifted her hips.
Matt went utterly still. His eyes blazed and then he began to move. Harder, faster, deeper, driving her higher and higher, making something inside her coil tighter and tighter until he thrust one more time and sent her hurtling over the edge. Laura shattered into kaleidoscopic ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure poured over her as she convulsed and trembled. Her heart hammered. Her blood roared in her ears. She felt Matt’s whole body tense. Heard him groan and then felt him pulsate deep inside her and it was enough to set off a series of tiny aftershocks of ecstasy that took her breath away all over again.
It was quite a few minutes before she got her breath and her senses back. As she drifted back down to reality after the most exquisite orgasm of her life she felt a great grin spreading across her face. Wow. If she’d known all casual sex was as hot as this, she’d have tried it long ago.
Or at least been a damn sight more assertive in the bedroom.
One softly breathed word and Matt’s steely control had unravelled. Still cocooned in the warmth of his arms, Laura felt like purring with pleasure. She’d have to remember that in the future.
And then she froze. Her heart thumped. Uh-oh. The future? That didn’t sound good. That sounded as if she wanted a repeat. Lots of repeats in fact. Repeats that went way beyond one afternoon.
To her horror she could feel her body softening, heating, getting ready for more just as soon as possible.
‘Laura?’ Matt’s voice cut through the hazy fog in her head.
‘Hmm?’ She wasn’t entirely sure she could speak and not just because his chest was crushing her lungs.
He lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes unfathomable. ‘Are you all right?’
‘Fine,’ she muttered, thinking she was anything but.
God, she was such an idiot. Had she really thought she could get rid of her old self that easily? That one two-week course, albeit a highly intensive one, could undo the habits of thirty-one years? What a pillock.
If she didn’t get out of here this very moment she’d find herself being sucked in by Matt and the incredible orgasms he appeared to be able to give her and she’d end up wanting more. Which was most certainly not part of the deal she’d made with either herself or him.