Perfectly Ms. Matched(47)

Spent, she crumpled to her knees in front of him. Then she laid her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and sighed in contentment. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to come that quickly.” He chuckled as he stood and then scooped her up off the floor. “Let’s see if we can make round two last a bit longer.”

“You can try, but I have two years of orgasms to make up for.” She moved her face to the crook of his neck and kissed him as he carried her to the bed. He smelled like expensive aftershave and yummy, sexy man.

“Lucky me.” He dropped her from three feet above the bed and made her yelp.

Quickly recovering, she propped her chin up with her hand and smiled in anticipation as he slowly removed his shirt. God, she loved his chest. Add in six-pack abs, the thin line of blond hair that disappeared under his waistband, and the way his muscles flexed as his hands headed for his zipper, and it made her want him all over again. And he hadn’t even touched her yet. Sheesh. The prospects of the next round lasting longer weren’t looking so good. Maybe by the third, her hormones would settle down.

Or maybe not.

Stripped and clearly aroused, he slid beside her in bed. His eyes locked with hers, and that quick grin of his, like a cat anticipating a bowl of cream, made her gut clench. No, his expression was more like a dangerous tiger eyeing a gazelle, like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Either way, he was heating up all her good parts again. Then he kissed her so slowly, deeply, and sweetly, that damn if she wasn’t right back on that cliff’s edge, ready to go off like a rocket again.

He moved his lips near her ear, and his warm breath sent a shiver up her spine. “Tell me what you want, Jo.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. She rolled on top of him and held his face in her hands to be sure she had his complete attention. “I want you, Chad. Inside me. Now.” She kissed him, stroking his tongue with hers, rocking against him in anticipation, desperate for release again.

He ended the kiss and laughed. “Not yet, quick draw.” He flipped her to her back and nipped her lower lip, kissed her jaw, and then nibbled on her neck, driving her nuts.

He made it hard to hang on when his mouth wandered lower and found her breasts. His tongue teased and laved at her nipples, making her back arch with desire. The stubble on his jaw scraping the sensitized skin sent bone-melting waves through her again. She groaned in sweet pleasure.

“Now the other side.” He gently turned her over and started laying soft kisses on the back of her neck and down her spine. His warm mouth suddenly lifted from her tingly skin and he said, “You have a tattoo?”

She’d gotten it right after they’d broken up in defiance. “Can we discuss it later, please? I’m a little focused on my other body parts right now.”

“It’s sexy.” He laid his lips on the bird on her shoulder blade and kissed her again.

His tongue tracing the outline of her tattoo made another quick zing shoot up her spine. The man could touch her anywhere, apparently, and make her want him even more. It was just her shoulder, for goodness’ sake. Sex really was better when you were in love.

And there it was. She was still in love with Chad. There was no question about it. Now what the hell was she going to do about it?

His soft kisses down her back and the way his hands kneaded her rear end pushed her deep thoughts away, and her focus returned to her body and Chad’s expert touch. When he finally got to the base of her spine, he lifted her hips up and knelt behind her. Her hopes for an end to the sweet torture soared.

“Talk to me, Jo.” He leaned over and opened the drawer beside his bed and pulled out a condom as she chewed her bottom lip in indecision.

She knew exactly what he wanted to hear. And she did want it that way. It was her favorite position. It embarrassed her to ask for that, but he’d love it if she did, so she whispered, “I want you to take me . . . from behind.”

He leaned his hands on either side of her head on the pillow, and then moved his face sideways in front of hers. “You mean like doggie style?”

“You know I hate that term, Chad.” She couldn’t hold back an embarrassed smile. “But, yes, please?”

“You’re so damned cute.” He kissed her on the forehead, then grinned smugly.

Anticipation nearly had her squeeing with joy as he wrangled on the condom. Then he moved behind her and grasped her hips with both big hands before he slowly slid inside her, letting her celibate-for-far-too-long body adjust to his. He was careful to take his time until she was ready, sliding all the way in and then out while her body clenched uncontrollably around him, making him groan with pleasure. Holding back must be killing him.