“Then you’re not doing anything wrong. Just…don’t stop.”
He groaned softly, and he didn’t stop. Eyes closed, he started moving a little faster. “God…”
Dara’s head spun. What she’d watched on the screen tonight had been fake and rehearsed, but everything Matt did was real, and raw, even innocent in its own way. It had been too long since she’d been with a man who took his time, who was experiencing it instead of just scratching an itch.
As he picked up some more speed, he murmured, “This okay?”
“Uh-huh. Feels really good.” She didn’t even care if she came. It had been too long since she’d been in bed with someone who wasn’t driving her insane outside the bedroom, when sex had turned into a litmus test to see if they even liked each other anymore. There was no pressure now. No drama, no tension, no strings—just sex for the sake of having it and enjoying it.
He shuddered, his rhythm faltering for a couple of strokes. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” She gently trailed her nails up his back, and he hissed softly, pressing against her nails as he rode her just a little bit faster.
He found her lips with his, and they kissed clumsily, breathlessly, until he broke the kiss with a moan and let his head fall beside hers as he thrust harder, his whole body tense and shaking, and Dara held him tight and rocked her hips as trembling turned to full-on, violent shuddering.
“Holy…shit.” He forced himself into her hard enough to knock her breath out of her lungs, and then he gasped as one more tremor went through him. Finally, he exhaled, slumping over her but holding himself up on his forearms.
She stroked his hair. “Told you it would last longer the second time.”
“Uh-huh.” He kissed the side of her neck. “You’re gonna spoil me, you know.”
Dara laughed. “How so?”
He lifted his head. “What am I gonna do when the sex isn’t this good?”
“You’re either going to show her what to do, or you’re going to find someone who knows what she’s doing.” She winked. “Don’t expect me to apologize for raising the bar.”
Matt chuckled. “Oh, I don’t. I know you.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You’re still spoiling me, though.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
He rolled his eyes. He withdrew and then dropped onto his back beside her. “For the record, the sounds you make are way hotter than the ones the porn star did.”
Snickering, she cuddled up beside him again. “Next time, I’ll try to make a duck face, but—”
“Yeah, don’t.” He laughed and kissed her temple as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Unless you want me to forget what I’m doing.”
“Hmm, no. I liked what you were doing.”
“Good. I liked it too.”
“So I noticed.”
She looked up at him, and they both laughed quietly. He kissed her softly, and then she rested her head on his shoulder and sighed as he absently ran his fingers up and down her arm. She could get used to this—lying beside a man who could laugh with her in bed, and who held her like it wasn’t a major imposition.
He wasn’t the only one who was going to get spoiled.
Chapter Thirteen
“Matt?”
Beth’s voice startled him, and he turned his head. “Huh?”
She’d stopped her horse beside his in the middle of the warmup arena, and was eyeing him. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He shook himself. “Why?”
“Um, because they just called your class.” She pointed a gloved hand at the main arena. “You’re third up, so you might want to get to the gate.”
“Shit!” He gathered his reins. “Right. Sorry. I’m—”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” He turned Brandy and, with his sister beside him, headed toward the main arena. Tonight was barrel racing, and then later on, some roping. He wasn’t sure he had the concentration for roping, though—most of it was instinct now, but even more so than in barrel racing, seconds counted. Tenths of seconds counted. An instant of distraction could mean, at best, a pathetic score, and at worst, someone getting hurt.
And no matter how much he insisted to his sister that he was okay tonight, the truth was his mind was a million miles away. Or, more accurately, about a hundred feet away in the stands, a few rows from the front in a fold-down seat with a soda in her hand.
He rubbed a gloved hand over his face. He was used to everything about this place. The lights. The noise. The crowd.