“Are you crazy?” she whispered.
He locked the door, then gathered her into his arms, nuzzling her neck. “Crazy for you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Matt kissed her long and hard, pushing her up against the wall, holding her there. Giving herself over to him completely, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him until she couldn’t breathe, until her body was melting against his. The small changing room turned into a sauna from the heat they generated, and the little coins on her skirt jingled against him.
“We should get back to the party before anyone realizes we’re missing,” she said. But she clung to him because, God help her, she didn’t want to go back.
“I need to love you first, or I’ll go crazy. I’m barely keeping it together as it is.”
He raised the material of her skirt, the coins tinkling harder and faster—like the beating of her heart at the word love falling from his lips. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he palmed her sex.
“God.” He closed his eyes as he slipped his fingers into her panties and touched her the way she was dying for. “You’re so ready for me. Always so hot and slick.”
She knew she should care that the party was going on all around them, that Noah was out there somewhere and Matt’s family was nearby—but she simply couldn’t. When Matt touched her, everything else ceased to matter.
“Your skin is so soft.” He dragged down her panties, letting them fall to the floor so Ari could step out of them.
“This is crazy.” Yet she nipped at his mouth, his chin, every hot, sexy, beautiful part of him she could reach.
He stole her breath with another kiss, backing off only to say, “Tell me you want me as bad as I want you.”
“Please, I need you. So bad.” Not just his touch, his kiss.
She needed all of him.
He trailed his hands over her body, going down on his knees as he bunched the material of her skirt into her hands. “Don’t let go,” he commanded in a super sexy tone that made everything inside her sizzle. Then he breathed on her, warm air that sent sensation spiraling down to her center. “I can’t get enough of you. I can never get enough.”
He pressed kisses to her warm flesh, and her body blossomed for him. He teased her with those kisses, then opened her to his mouth, tonguing her very center. A wild madness took her over. Moaning, she put her hand to the back of his head as he suckled her and sensation rocketed through her. She whimpered, clutching the skirt tightly in one hand, holding him close with the other. Her legs shook with a rush of pleasure. Her skin heated, and she tipped her head back against the wall, eyes closed, savoring without sight, just as she had the night he’d blindfolded her.
As he worshipped her with his mouth, she sucked in a breath, feeling the weight of it in her chest before letting it tremble out. And when he entered her with his fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside, the words spilled out.
“Matt.”
“Please.”
“I love you.”
He held fast to her as her body quaked. He took her higher until she was on the edge, where there was only touch and sensation and the feelings inside her as she came apart, her legs buckling beneath her as she tumbled down into his arms, the little coins jangling.
He pulled her onto his lap. “God, I need you. Now. I don’t care where we are. I need you.”
She wrapped her fists in his lapels, drugged with desire for him. With all her love shining for him. “Yes. Please. Hurry.” She couldn’t wait.
Thank God, he had a condom ready, and when it was on, he held her tightly at the waist. “Take me, Ari, all of me.”
She would take everything. Sliding down, the feel of him filling her all the way to her soul, she moaned, digging her fingers into his arms. “Matt,” she whispered. And then she well and truly took him, moving fast and crazy, wanting it so badly, feeling his answering need in the pulse of his sex inside her. He held her face, brought her mouth to his and drank down her moans. They moved like one body, one soul, one never-ending kiss.
Until the world exploded around them, like fireworks, like rockets, like a solar flare. They held on, drained every ounce of pleasure, their bodies fused, an indelible part of each other.
In a heap on the floor, he held her as her body shuddered with the last tremors of pleasure coursing through her. She lay against him, clutching his tux, keeping him tight against her.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered into her hair. “I love the way you come, like you’re lost to everything but me.”
“I am lost,” she whispered. She had been since the first time she’d seen him with his son. So loving. So sweet.