His mouth blazed a moist trail across her cheek, down her neck, and she felt a hot rush at her core. This was everything she’d dreamed about since that last night outside her condo. If she lay back, she’d feel him, hard, and exactly where she needed. His heavy palm grazed slowly up her side, and she dug her heels into his legs, wanting more.
He came back to her mouth at the same time his skilled fingers found her breast. Then cupping her through the lace, he plucked and pulled until she was trembling in his arms.
When his hand left, she almost cried out in protest, until she felt those same hot fingers slipping under the edge of her skirt, skimming their way up her thigh. He stopped just shy of his destination, his fingertips pressing into her skin, driving her mad.
—
Matt forced his hand to halt, buried his face in her neck and breathed her in. One hand tangled in her hair, the other a breath from her hot center. He’d imagined a thousand times how it would be with her wild in his arms. Dreamed of touching her and her touching him, but nothing could have prepared him for the fire between them. Desperate and explosive.
Her skin tasted like heaven. The sounds she made, her heels digging into the backs of his legs, pulling him closer to her and closer to the edge. He hadn’t seen her in two weeks, had only been here a few hours, and he wasn’t about to take her on the island in one swift move.
“Abby.” With each ragged breath, he brought in more of her scent. He had to slow down. “I didn’t come here for this. I swear.” He raised his face to find her cheeks flushed, her eyes unfocused. He couldn’t resist kissing her again. And again, in an attempt to gradually damp down the heat.
He set her back on her feet, but he still couldn’t bring himself to completely let her go.
Hard as it was, hard as he was, he’d done the right thing by calling a halt. He wanted everything about this, whatever this was, to be perfect.
As if to torture him, she feathered her lips up his neck, his chin, played at the edge of his mouth. She was killing him.
He eased her back and rested his forehead against hers. “I should go.”
But his hands continued their caress, from her bottom, up her back, to under her hair. “Abby. I should really go.” He forced himself to take her hand and walk to the front door. Pausing in the open doorway, he kissed her forehead. No way could he start on that mouth again. “I can be back early.”
“Okay.”
He held her chin between his thumb and forefinger, getting in one last look before leaving her. He did not want to leave her.
He’d reached the bottom step—
“Matt?”
Damn. He didn’t know how many times he could walk away, but he looked back over his shoulder and…She was ethereal, standing there under the porch light. He almost didn’t care what was right or best.
“Um…” She bit her bottom lip. “Do you have to go to the hotel?”
Matt slowly made his way back up the steps and stopped in front of her. Please God, let her be asking me to stay.
“I mean…it’s probably too late to cancel, but…”
His eyes caught hers and he didn’t see second thoughts or fear, just want and need and a hot, burning desire that matched his own. “What do you want, Abby?” He needed to hear her say it. He wouldn’t touch her, not until he heard the words.
“You. I want you.”
Chapter 18
Matt tried to control his breathing as Abby stepped back, took his hand, and led him down a hallway. She could have led him straight off a cliff and he wouldn’t have noticed. All he saw was the woman in front of him.
“Wait here.”
She stopped him at a doorway with a hand on his chest, then went farther down the hall to another room and returned in seconds with a baby monitor. He followed her into the guest room, watched her plug it in, then close and lock the door. She locked the fucking door.
She’d barely turned around before he was pulling her back into his arms. He caught her face in his hands, sliding into the hair on either side. Had anything in his life ever felt as right as Abby? He swore softly before his mouth came down on hers, kissing her long and hard and deep. She met him with matching intensity as her trembling fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.
They broke apart only long enough to get the damn thing off and he moved to hers, starting at the bottom, pushing it up slowly, feeling his way. Over her rounded stomach, then a dip before revealing black lace.
“Lift your arms.”
She did and he continued over her head, pausing when he reached her elbows. And he was hit. Bare skin, black lace, arms raised in blatant invitation, looking lightly unsure of herself. His heart stumbled.