A Captivating Conundrum (35 page)

His lips were so soft. I could feel the strong muscles of his hand on my flesh and felt him pull me closer to his chest. A chest that was up for view and touch, as I moved my fingers across the skin I'd fallen in love with at first sight. The hair was soft and smooth, but the hardness of the ribcage, the abs that could slice me in half if they pressed into me much further, were a joy to touch…to savor.

As Matt slowly opened my lips with his, I felt his tongue enter my body, creating a world of intense heat and wetness that seemed to be coming from everywhere. All I could feel was the fire between my legs as I imagined the soft tongue that was caressing my mouth moving down my body, bringing me into a world of endless orgasm that I'd only written about.

Pulling me onto his lap, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held Matt to me. I knew I had to let go, I had to move…breathe. And when his lips finally released mine, a moan came from his throat as he moved his lips to my neck, sparking an inferno wherever he went. 

The room spun in circles above me as that tongue, those lips—nibbled and licked the one place that made me absolutely crazy and completely unable to find my brain. My breath caught with each new move, each new amazing sensation that he sent across my skin. Without thinking, I whispered his name with a voice that I'd never heard before – and in that moment, everything changed.

With that one word the handsome face suddenly returned, and the look he offered me was one of sheer passion. Matt's whole body, every muscle seemed to be pulled taut as his kisses grew harder and deeper. I could feel his arms around me and I was suddenly being lifted, as he carried me back up the stairs into the bedroom above.

When I felt the floor under my feet once again I stood still, trying to maintain at least a shred of dignity by not falling to the carpet and begging him to touch me. With each deep breath the daze seemed to clear a bit. I watched him, illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window and the soft light from the library. Taking me by the shoulder, he left a trail of kisses across my back as he slowly turned me around to face away from him. I felt the zipper loosen and heard the sound of silk being parted, leaving everything behind me exposed to his sight.

"Bellissima," Matt whispered, as he pressed his body into mine. I could feel the hard form against my back as his hands began to caress my thighs.

The straps of the lingerie moved across my shoulders and I felt a shot of panic. Quickly grabbing the top of the bodice, I clenched the silk in my fists, suddenly scared of revealing everything that was me.

But the strong hands appeared. Taking mine in a soft grip, Matt slowly opened my fingers as he whispered in my ear, "I need to see you."

The wisp of silk fluttered to my feet, caressing my excited body as it flew by each and every curve.

I could hear his intake of breath in my ear as he kept his hand in mine. "Turn around."

Running was out. I didn't want to. I didn't want to find some excuse, or torture myself anymore than I already had. I didn't want to know about consequences, or think about what was best for him…I wanted this for me. I was going to be selfish.

Turning in his arms, all I could hope was that the reality was at least half as good as the fantasy he'd built inside his mind.

~ His ~

It was completely different; it had all changed.

That one kiss had turned a need, a want, a love, into a hunger so powerful I could barely breathe. I never thought it would be possible to actually need a human being so much that you would kill to have them. And for Beth, I would have. Every instinct was coming to the surface. Everything from the warrior to the defender to the lover to the husband – every man sprang to life inside my body. They seemed to be jostling for superiority; each one wanted to be the 'man' that would make Beth the happiest. I needed to make her happy. I wanted to be the one that met her every single need for the rest of her life, and I would suddenly stop at nothing to accomplish that.

Her kiss was perfect, and when I pressed my tongue inside that warm, wet mouth I was lost in a world I'd never imagined before. Maybe Beth was right; maybe there
is
a Heaven. But the feeling of her touch would outshine even that remarkable place in seconds. 

When I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap I could feel the warmth, the wetness, and I could barely contain myself. As she moved me between her legs and pressed her body against me, all I could imagine was what she would taste like. I feasted on Beth's suddenly hungry mouth. She was a veil of silk in my arms, and when I broke free and placed my lips on that beautiful neck, she tightened around me. 

The whisper had been so soft, blending in with the romantic music playing somewhere in the room. But I heard it. Beth was moaning my name, and I suddenly wanted to make her scream it so loud that even the neighbors would wake from their dreams.

Sweeping her up in my arms I practically ran up the staircase, continuing to savor the lips that were a gift I could never repay.

When I set her down, Beth turned from me, as if trying to get bearings that I didn't want her to find. In fact, I wanted to somehow shut off that conscience that was in there struggling with what not to do. 

I lowered the zipper and moved the silk aside; the sight that met my eyes made my mouth water. Those legs leading to those perfect hips were luscious. Beth's back was elegant, graceful and every inch of skin looked like sweet cream to be tasted and enjoyed. Tight, firm—I placed my hands on her hips and pulled Beth against me. Stepping out of the sweatpants, I pressed into her, showing her the passion she awoke in me. And I practically had a heart attack as the perfectly rounded flesh rubbed against me in return. I was throbbing. With only one touch from Beth I knew I would explode.

As I moved the straps of the gown over her shoulders I felt Beth tense; her arms lifted and her hands reached for the fabric in an attempt to stop the rest of paradise from being exposed. But I had to. I had to see her. And when she turned around to meet my gaze, everything stopped. I know it sounds ridiculous. But everything literally just stopped. This was the image they talk about—the mirage, the vision, the Venus de Milo you stare at—begging her to allow you to be the one. .

Bellissima
was true, but the complete image of Beth went beyond that. She was…exquisite. And as I fell to my knees in front of her, I knew she was also going to be mine.

~ Hers ~

The tightened jaw exposed the hard line of the divot in his handsome chin. The muscled chest breathed in and out fast and hard, practically panting, yet without a sound being uttered through his soft, wet lips…  Matt's eyes were wide and filled with a look of sheer hunger. I felt as if I was about to be devoured by a mountain lion, or have a huge stamp placed on my forehead that read,
Property of Matthew McKenna
so that the world would know.

I didn't care. At that moment I didn't care if he tied me to the bed and left me there, as long as he kept that look in his eyes. I could feel his heat and reveled in how hard and tight and beautiful his body was; a lithe dancer's form that would rival Adonis. He was the perfect specimen of man and I could barely breathe.  

I've never trembled in my life—not before a man, woman, enemy, angry boss—no one. But when Matt fell to his knees it was so fast, the pressure of his hands was so quick, that I barely understood what was happening before that amazing tongue that'd played in my mouth moved on to devour a new location.

I can't explain magic, but that's what this sensation was. The pressure of Matt's tongue was slow and soft, stroking me as his fingers appeared and moved inside the wetness he'd created. There was no way to keep standing; I felt the ground disappear as I was picked up and placed in the soft folds of the comforter. My legs were pinned open as the stunning face kept searching, licking, caressing… His fingers moved faster, in and out, making my back arch as the pleasure raced through me. I was calling his name; Matt was all I knew—the rest of the world could cease to exist and it wouldn't matter when that tongue moved faster and faster, circling every sensitive spot I once claimed as my own.

His strong hands lifted my hips from the bed and I rode him, gyrating on that tongue until I exploded over and over again…screaming for more. The warmth rushed from my body, as Matt kept playing, teasing, making me come again and again until I thought that blacking out was the only option of escape I had left. 

But his words as he gazed up at me caused far more than just heat to flow from his expert hands—they caused an explosion in my soul.

The long eyelashes brushed against my thigh as he kissed my stomach. "I'm home," he whispered.

I pulled at his shoulders, begging him to cover me. I wanted to feel the length of him pressed up against me, but he wouldn't budge. With that stunning smile on his face, Matt simply spread me wider and began his mission to make me scream once more.

~ His ~

Beth was absolutely perfect; warm, soft and unclaimed by any man's hands. The tiny little triangle of dark hair offered the same splash of fire as her sexy mane and was mine to view, mine to caress…mine.

The intoxicating lavender scent made me even hungrier as I worked in between those long legs slowly and methodically. I was so beyond excited I couldn't see straight. I had already exploded in her comforter just watching Beth writhe against me, riding my fingers, knowing that once I was inside her I would have every inch of her to call my own for the rest of my life. And she tasted so sweet, like a seductive cocktail that causes you to get so high you don't ever want to find the ground again.

The moans, the soft purrs, the catches in her breathing when I licked her—every move she made or whisper she uttered took me to heaven and back again. Watching Beth rise off the bed and hearing her cry out when I touched just the right spot, when I rubbed over and over and over again as her back arched and she screamed my name, made me come with her. I continued my seduction; I didn't want one single solitary drop of Beth to be missed by my hungry mouth.

Watching her face after she came—seeing the lips wet, the eyes begging me to join her up on the pillow so I could be inside her, was almost too much to handle. I wanted nothing more than to enter her and feel Beth tighten around me, but I couldn't leave yet. I couldn't leave the perfection I'd found. 

Placing a kiss on her tight, flat stomach, knowing that someday my child would be carried by that remarkable body, I smiled up at her.

As I returned to my fantasy, my fingers slipped inside, and I spoke the absolute truth from my soul, "I'm home."

~ Hers ~

"Matt…you have to stop!" I screamed again, trying to catch my breath.

"You'll be lucky if I stop next month."

I watched his face slowly return to his apparently hand-picked site and felt the throbbing begin again. I grabbed him by his thick brown hair and pulled his gaze back to mine. "Even Broadway gives an intermission."

Chuckling, he slowly moved up my body. His tongue continued as he came closer, caressing my breasts until I was so close to another orgasm that I knew I would soon have to be taken to the hospital for dehydration.

When he joined me, I threw my hip over his stomach. Taking him by surprise, I forced his body down into the soft comforter, and smiled. "A lady is supposed to have her turn."

His face grew serious; a mask that was a mixture of both lust and domination. "Beth, I can't keep my hands off you long enough." 

I could feel the power and passion behind his words as he sat up straight and went for my neck. 

Pushing him back down, Matt took a deep breath beneath me. His voice was a deep growl that sounded like a warning, "Beth, this is not going to work. I've wanted you my whole life and I'm not nearly finished."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I can't…leave you alone." Matt's body began to rise off the pillows again.