He sat up, held her hips in both hands and fucked her as hard as he could. Hard enough it had to hurt, but the cry she released was definitely not stop.
As he thrust, she worked at her clit with her fingers, and he was about to lose it—the second she touched herself, her pussy tightened around him.
Porn stars had nothing on the sounds she made—swearing, crying out, gasping. And the view was unbelievable. Dara, fully naked, eyes squeezed shut, her face and neck flushed, her breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, her fingers working furiously on her clit while he fucked her.
And then her breath caught.
And her eyes flew open.
And she came.
Silently, but unmistakably, staring up at the ceiling with her lips apart but no air moving, she came, and the way she trembled and tightened and soundlessly fell to pieces drove Matt right over the edge. He forced himself all the way inside her and dropped into his arms, groaning and shaking right along with her.
Then he pulled out and dropped onto the bed.
Still panting, she turned to him. “Where…the hell…did you learn how to do that?”
“The Internet. Obviously.”
She laughed, and she sounded drunk. “The Google is strong in this one.”
Matt chuckled. “More educational than porn, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, and you helped too.”
She smiled, feeling around for his hand. As she clasped their fingers together, she said, “You’d be amazed how many people don’t listen. If a woman gives you a suggestion, and you take it? You’re golden.”
“So I see.”
“And for the record,” she slurred, “you were doing just fine on your own.”
“Really?”
“Oh, baby. Yes. You could be absolutely broke, unemployed and sleeping on your mom’s couch. If you can do what you just did?” She gave him a thumbs-up. “You won’t have any trouble with the ladies.”
“Is that what the trick is?” He shifted onto his side. “Damn. Someone should really tell people—”
“No, no. Shh.” She put her finger to his lips. “If you tell people, you’ll lose your advantage.”
Matt laughed. “Noted.”
She smiled. “And you have got to be the first man in the universe to make a girl come the very first time he did that.”
“Well, to be fair”—he kissed her fingers—“I did have some guidance.”
“Uh-huh.” She licked her lips and met his gaze. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Are you kidding?” He grinned. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Really?”
“Some guys are just”—she shrugged—“not into it. Or grossed out by it.”
“Uh, no. Not me.”
“Good. And you’re damn good at it, but any time you want to practice, just for the hell of it? You just say the word.”
Matt smirked. “How unselfish and altruistic of you.”
“Everything I do is unselfish and altruistic. Giving you the opportunity to make me come so hard you have to peel me off the ceiling is one of the many services I offer.”
He laughed.
She batted her eyes. “What?”
He just wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “Never change, Dara.” He kissed the top of her head. “Never, ever change.”
Chapter Twenty
“You don’t see skies like this over Los Angeles.”
“Ditto with Chicago.”
Dara smiled, gazing up at more stars than she’d seen in years. “All the more reason to leave those places behind.”
“Amen.”
They were lying back on a blanket in the bed of Matt’s truck, staring up at the star-scattered night sky.
She laced her fingers behind her head. “What was Chicago like, anyway?”
“Cold. Crowded. Windy as fuck.” He chuckled. “If I never have to sit in Chicago traffic again, it’ll be too soon.”
“Oh, tell me about it. When I first got back to Aspen Mill, I’d just drive around randomly because it was such a novelty to not get caught in some eight-hundred-mile backup.
Matt laughed. “Yeah, I may have done the same thing.”
“That wasn’t just to show off the Ferrari, was it?”
“No, no. I barely drive it out here, to be honest.” He tapped his knuckle on the side rail. “Nothing quite like a good old truck, you know?”
“That’s the Matt I know. I thought about getting one too, but… I don’t know, this was the first car I’ve had in years that my mother didn’t have anything negative to say about.”
“Lucky you. Mine thinks the Ferrari is just a sign that I refuse to grow up.”