Fearless In Love(21)

“For you. Only for you, Ari.” When she shivered with the thought of him inside her, he soothed her. “Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not.” Not of whether they’d fit—he would be perfect—but of something else entirely. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He lifted her high, and she wrapped her legs around him. The cotton between them barely a barrier, she felt the steel of him between her thighs.

“You could never disappoint me.” He knelt on the bed and laid her down in the middle. She sank into the thick comforter. “Don’t you know you’re special?”

She could barely think, certainly not well enough to answer a question like that.

He didn’t wait, simply ate her alive, kissing her until her lungs were starving for breath. He pressed her down into the bed, his weight like a blanket, like heat, like the stars above.

Slowly he kissed his way down her chin, her throat, her collarbone, until he reached the edge of her pink bra, flicking the clasp open with expert fingers. Inch by inch he eased the cups aside, caressing her with his tongue and the short whiskers along his jaw. His lips closed over her nipple and he sucked hard.

Ari cried out, arching deeper into his mouth, her hands fisting in the comforter. Her legs fell open, and his hips slipped between them, the hard pressure of his erection turning her insides to liquid and fire.

Now she knew that she’d only played at loving before. Because making love with Matt was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. His mouth on her, his hands all over her, his body between her legs—this was man owning woman, possessing her body, touching her soul.

He pulled the bra straps down her arms and blew a warm breath over the wet peak of her nipple. She shivered with need.

“Ari.”

She wanted to cry at the way he said her name, so tenderly, so gently, so reverently.

Working his way down her stomach, he layered every inch of bare skin with kisses. Her belly jumped in anticipation…and a little fear. She’d done this before, but with those two boys, it had felt clumsy and messy and wrong, and she’d just wanted it to be over.

But…ohhhh…Matt’s mouth on her skin felt so right. So incredible.

“I’m dying to taste you.” He tugged off her panties. “Dying to touch you. Inside and out.”

She panted, rolling her hips as he slid one finger, then two inside, finding a spot so sensitive that a rush of heat bolted straight through her. Then he loved her with his mouth, his fingers, taking her to a sweeter place than even heaven could be.

Riding the storm of his mouth, his touch, his heat—it was almost too much. So good it hurt. Her body bowed with pleasure, her hands wrapped around his head, holding him to her. Until the moment she thought she couldn’t take any more.

And he pushed her over the edge into madness.



Matt didn’t want to let Ari come down off the high, because the moment she did, he would too. And he couldn’t stand returning to the last dark hours he’d been trapped in. Nor did he want to have to face that being with her like this was wrong. More than anything, he wanted to stay right here, steeped in soul-deep pleasure. So he roughly pushed aside the voices in his head calling him a bastard for taking her.

He licked her sweetness softly, stoking her fire higher, then hotter still, even as the first climax rolled through her. She gasped and moaned as she went straight through one release to the next, her legs quivering as she squirmed on the bed, fisting her hands in the comforter.

“MattOhGodPleaseAgain”

Her words bled into each other in the sexiest of songs as she came hard against his lips and tongue and fingers. Matt had never seen anything, or anyone, as beautiful as Ari in his bed, naked and trusting him to give her pleasure.

Every night she’d slept in his house, Matt had dreamed of this. Loving Ari, kissing every inch of her perfect skin, roaming his hands over her curves, the slope of her hip. But the reality so far eclipsed the dream that he couldn’t trust himself not to push her too far or too fast on this one stolen night.

After he slid up her body to taste her mouth and feel her in his arms, she finally found her breath again. “Now I know what it means to say you’ve ‘died and gone to heaven.’”

Damned if he didn’t feel power swell inside him at the sure knowledge of how much he’d pleased her. Since he was a teenager, he’d studied the female body the way he studied the schematics for a new robotic. He’d noted what women liked and kept the techniques that elicited the best reactions.

But being with Ari was so natural. He saw, he wanted, he kissed…and he lost himself in the tasting. When he was with her, he forgot everything but her scent, her skin, her breathless voice begging him to make her feel good.