“Stop,” he growled as he reached down to the bedside drawer where he took out a condom.
She was about to say that she was on contraceptives to help with her monthly cycle, but she was suddenly … consciously … mesmerized by him rolling the condom on himself.
The words escaped her.
Then he was leaning her up against the bedroom wall and maneuvering her body. She felt his erection at the tip of her entrance, felt him ease her onto him.
He slowly thrust upward and slid fully inside.
“Matt!” she cried out, gripping his shoulders, her eyes widening as her body adjusted to him.
A dark flush spread across his cheeks. “You feel so good.”
“You, too,” she gasped.
He lifted her and with a groan drove himself into her again, this time more firmly.
Their bodies locked and her senses spun.
She pressed a kiss against the hard cords in his neck. “Take me, Matt. Take me please.”
“Where?” he muttered.
“Anywhere. As long as it’s with you.”
He began to thrust in and out, causing a pure and explosive pleasure within her. Before too long her body started to vibrate in ripples, radiating outward and pulling everything in its path back within her, including this man inside.
The center of her being became a whirlpool of sensation, flooding her with desire. She came with a rush as it sucked her into its incredible and mind-blowing depths.
A minisecond later, Matt followed her into the sensual vortex.
Seven
Matt shuddered to an awesome climax as Lana’s body clenched around him, holding him tight, not letting go until she’d taken everything from him.
Finally he caught his breath and his head cleared—and he shuddered for a very different reason. This woman had her grip on him in more ways than one.
He gave her a hard kiss, withdrew from her to lay her down on the bed.
What the hell had he done? he asked himself as he strode from the room to the bathroom. He stood at the bathroom mirror. Making love to her just now had been so good. So bloody good he’d wanted her again almost immediately.
Dammit, he’d been caught in a snare of his own device.
And all because of that kiss in his office the other day.
And because of that wallet tonight.
And because in the car she’d caressed her mouth with her fingertips. Seeing her do that had sent him over the edge.
It hadn’t helped that he hadn’t been with a woman for weeks now. Nor had he ever had a more sensual relationship with a woman without actually having sex with her.
He wouldn’t be caught out again.
She could hand in as many wallets as she liked and it still wouldn’t matter. She could walk around in that sexy nightgown and he still wouldn’t let her tempt him.
She could even parade naked in front of him.
He grimaced. Well, maybe not naked. He was a man, after all. He had his limits.
And he’d reached his limit tonight.
He would have to stop this right here.
He went back into the bedroom and stopped at the sight of her. Her short blond hair was tousled around her beautiful face, and she’d thrown her dress on but hadn’t done up the zipper, the material falling away and leaving a smooth shoulder. In one hand she held her lacy bra and as she straightened with her panties in the other hand, he caught a glimpse of bare cheek.
Desire licked at his insides.
He swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, Lana, but this was a mistake.”
She colored a little. “A … mistake?”
His lips formed a hard line. “I don’t want you getting the wrong idea about this. It happened, but it’s not going to happen again. It’ll just get too complicated otherwise.”
Something shifted in her expression. “Fine.”
Her comment brought him up short.
He scowled. “It is?”
Her lips twisted. “Matt, you can forgive yourself for wanting someone you despise.”
He felt a punch to his gut. “I don’t despise you.”
“Don’t you? Funny, I thought you did.”
“Lana, look—”
“Matt, really, I understand. We’d both had a few drinks tonight and—”
“One. That’s all I had.”
She blinked. “One?”
“I don’t drink over the limit and drive.”
She crinkled her nose. “Okay, so I had a couple of drinks and let down my guard. Seems to be my modus operandi. But at least we don’t have to worry about a pregnancy this time.”
The words jarred him. “That’s something, I suppose.”
Her chin angled with pride. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go to my room and get some sleep. I need to get up early and go pick up Megan.”
She was taking it so well.
Too well?
“We’ll pick up Megan,” he insisted as she passed him by.