Easing away he curled his fingers into the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it upward, holding her gaze the entire time. Briar was already breathing faster, face flushed. She helped him ease the shirt over her head then pulled off her bra. She didn’t shy away or try to cover herself as he stared at her naked breasts, small and round with chocolate-brown nipples that tightened under his gaze.
God. He’d fantasized about her ever since meeting her in New Orleans, and the reality was a hundred times sexier than his imagination had ever been.
With a growl of need he cupped the firm mounds in his hands, gently squeezing the soft flesh. Goosebumps broke out on her skin, her nipples pebbling tighter and when he slid his thumbs over the hard tips she gasped, her spine pulling taut. Matt couldn’t wait a moment longer to taste her. Holding her in his palms he leaned up and closed his mouth over one rigid center.
Briar moaned and gripped the back of his head with one hand as he curled his tongue around her, her hips shifting restlessly against his thighs as her other hand pulled his underwear down to grip his naked cock. He groaned against her breast and sucked her nipple, wanting to give her the same pleasure she was giving him.
Her little whimper of need sliced through the room, making him desperate to get inside her, watch her face go soft with pleasure as he took her to heaven and back. He switched to the other nipple, giving it equal attention, learning what pressure and rhythm she liked, giving her a slow suckle and a firm flick of his tongue. Her fingers dug into his scalp, urging him on, but he needed no further encouragement, removing his hands from her breasts to slide his fingers into the waistband of the sweats he’d loaned her.
“Lift up,” he rasped out against her nipple, gliding his tongue over the tip.
Briar squirmed and helped him shove the pants over her hips, shifting to the side to strip them down and off her legs. Before they’d hit the bed she straddled him again, fully naked, and Matt drank in the gorgeous sight of her lightly bronzed skin, satin smooth over a build lean with muscle, the row of stitches an abomination on her beautiful body.
Her abs flexed as she moved, and he could clearly see the definition there, his gaze zeroing in on the dark triangle of hair between her toned thighs. Those pretty folds were already flushed and glistening with arousal. His mouth fucking watered at the thought of tasting her, sliding his tongue deep into her while he held her down and she writhed and begged for more.
“Wait,” she whispered, surprising him when she shifted off him. She bent over the side of the bed, giving him an incredible view of her tight, rounded ass as she dug into her pack for something and came up with a condom. “Grabbed them from the house, just in case.”
Knowing she’d been planning for this, maybe even hoping for it, pushed his arousal to a whole new level. She blushed more, making him want to flip her over and overpower her with his strength before lavishing her with every bit of his skill, show her why giving up control to him was worth it. Somehow he remained still.
Briar straddled his legs again and took out the condom, fumbled to put it on him. The soft touch of her hands on him made him suck in a breath, her awkwardness flooding him with tenderness. He took over for her, rolling the latex down his length and gripping the base of his cock as he reached for her hip to guide her into place, careful to keep his hand away from her stitches. With one hand he cupped her mound, savoring her quiet intake of breath and the feel of her slickness as he softly rubbed his fingers against her slippery folds.
Briar sat up tall, licking her lips as she brought the head of his cock to her opening and began a smooth, downward glide to take him inside. Matt held his breath at the feel of her enveloping him, all sleek, soft heat.
Briar drew in a sharp breath and paused when he was halfway inside her, her lashes fluttering down for a moment before she opened her eyes fully and gazed down at him. He set his hands on her hips, squeezing the supple flesh.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders she moved up slowly, then down, giving a little hum of satisfaction as she finally took him deep inside her. Sweat broke out across his skin at the incredible sensation. He reached up to cup one side of her face and curved his other hand harder around her uninjured hip, helping her with the movement. Her eyes glowed down at him, hot with desire, but they weren’t glazed with the look of a woman on the verge of impending orgasm.
He was going to fix that.
Lowering the hand on her cheek, he wrapped his fingers around one slender wrist. He brought it to his mouth, stared into her eyes as he kissed her fingertips, flicked his tongue against them then slid two between his parted lips. Her eyes flared and she let out a tiny gasp. Sucking gently, he caressed her fingertips with his tongue and pulled her hand free, leaving them glistening.