erupted.
Matthew looked incredulous for a second, but he smiled. “What? What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know. I figure…you’re going to do both of those things and it sounded as if you’d only get to do one or the other and…” She had to stop to breathe. “It sounded funny.”
Matthew’s jaw dropped though he continued to smile. “I can’t believe you’re laughing at me when I’m standing here dying to be with you. In fact…” He unzipped his jeans and peeled them off, discarding his shoes and socks along the way. “I think if I wait too much longer, my brain might short circuit and I’ll backfire.”
Chelsea laughed harder. “Leave it to a mechanic to use a car analogy.”
Matthew opened his mouth but no words emerged, only a sputtering of started syllables. Chelsea laughed so hard that tears ran down her cheeks.
“You think that’s funny? I’ll give you something to laugh about.” Matthew stepped close and threw her over his shoulder like an engine he wanted to overhaul. He promptly tossed her on the bed and started tickling her.
“Uncle, uncle,” Chelsea squealed.
“I didn’t ask you to say uncle,” he said, grinning.
“Stop, stop. I can’t breathe,” she panted. “I have…to breathe.”
Matthew looked down at her, his warm hand gentle on her waist. Her smile faded as she stared into his eyes. He eased a lock of hair away from her face and studied her intently.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
His gaze searched hers. “That I want to be inside you. I want to watch your eyes when I make you come. Most of all I’m thinking that I want to touch you so bad, I might…”
“Backfire?” Chelsea supplied the word with a soft smile. She loved the feel of him next to her, and really loved the way his hard-on pressed against her thigh. His honesty floored her and she fought her own guilt with the resolve of a princess warrior.
He nodded, but seriously this time. She took his hand and slipped it up to cup her breast. “Touch me,” she whispered.
The spark in his eyes flared high. He shifted his gaze to where his hand rested and he stroked her. “You have the most beautiful body.” He took a nipple in his mouth and she arched into the heat, against his tongue. Sparks rocketed through her system while his hand crept closer to the thong. He fingered the material. “This thing is indecent,” he muttered.
She lifted her hips a fraction, anticipating his touch. “You don’t like it?” she breathed, amazed that she could carry on a conversation as if she’d known him forever, as if they’d been doing this for years.
“I didn’t say that.” His mouth covered hers in a scorching kiss. “It’s indecent…and I wonder if you have more in other colors.” His fingers teased her, made her ache for more.
She moaned and an instant shot of carefree bliss made her giddy. She smiled against his lips. “I do. Would you like to…Oh, that’s good. Oh God, right there.” He’d found her, totally and completely found her hot spot. He knew exactly how to work it, moving two fingers inside her while his thumb rubbed her clit. “Matthew, wait. I don’t want to do this withou…” She tried to hold back, tried to keep from flying apart in his arms. It was way too soon. “Matthew,” she panted, “wait. I want to feel you inside me.”
He kissed her. Hard. A spine-tingling, knuckle-whitening kiss, but he didn’t stop his fingers from their motion. “You will. Next time.”
That was it. Unable to keep it from happening, she erupted around his fingers, came apart at his touch with a strangled moan. Pleasure burst in her center and spread in delicious waves. She bucked and sailed through a timeless cloud while his fingers continued to stroke her. He drew out her orgasm until every last shock had faded, until her world settled and she could focus again.
She blinked in shock. Nothing she’d ever done had compared to that. She’d never soared as high or as long and
Matthew looked incredulous for a second, but he smiled. “What? What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know. I figure…you’re going to do both of those things and it sounded as if you’d only get to do one or the other and…” She had to stop to breathe. “It sounded funny.”
Matthew’s jaw dropped though he continued to smile. “I can’t believe you’re laughing at me when I’m standing here dying to be with you. In fact…” He unzipped his jeans and peeled them off, discarding his shoes and socks along the way. “I think if I wait too much longer, my brain might short circuit and I’ll backfire.”
Chelsea laughed harder. “Leave it to a mechanic to use a car analogy.”
Matthew opened his mouth but no words emerged, only a sputtering of started syllables. Chelsea laughed so hard that tears ran down her cheeks.
“You think that’s funny? I’ll give you something to laugh about.” Matthew stepped close and threw her over his shoulder like an engine he wanted to overhaul. He promptly tossed her on the bed and started tickling her.
“Uncle, uncle,” Chelsea squealed.
“I didn’t ask you to say uncle,” he said, grinning.
“Stop, stop. I can’t breathe,” she panted. “I have…to breathe.”
Matthew looked down at her, his warm hand gentle on her waist. Her smile faded as she stared into his eyes. He eased a lock of hair away from her face and studied her intently.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
His gaze searched hers. “That I want to be inside you. I want to watch your eyes when I make you come. Most of all I’m thinking that I want to touch you so bad, I might…”
“Backfire?” Chelsea supplied the word with a soft smile. She loved the feel of him next to her, and really loved the way his hard-on pressed against her thigh. His honesty floored her and she fought her own guilt with the resolve of a princess warrior.
He nodded, but seriously this time. She took his hand and slipped it up to cup her breast. “Touch me,” she whispered.
The spark in his eyes flared high. He shifted his gaze to where his hand rested and he stroked her. “You have the most beautiful body.” He took a nipple in his mouth and she arched into the heat, against his tongue. Sparks rocketed through her system while his hand crept closer to the thong. He fingered the material. “This thing is indecent,” he muttered.
She lifted her hips a fraction, anticipating his touch. “You don’t like it?” she breathed, amazed that she could carry on a conversation as if she’d known him forever, as if they’d been doing this for years.
“I didn’t say that.” His mouth covered hers in a scorching kiss. “It’s indecent…and I wonder if you have more in other colors.” His fingers teased her, made her ache for more.
She moaned and an instant shot of carefree bliss made her giddy. She smiled against his lips. “I do. Would you like to…Oh, that’s good. Oh God, right there.” He’d found her, totally and completely found her hot spot. He knew exactly how to work it, moving two fingers inside her while his thumb rubbed her clit. “Matthew, wait. I don’t want to do this withou…” She tried to hold back, tried to keep from flying apart in his arms. It was way too soon. “Matthew,” she panted, “wait. I want to feel you inside me.”
He kissed her. Hard. A spine-tingling, knuckle-whitening kiss, but he didn’t stop his fingers from their motion. “You will. Next time.”
That was it. Unable to keep it from happening, she erupted around his fingers, came apart at his touch with a strangled moan. Pleasure burst in her center and spread in delicious waves. She bucked and sailed through a timeless cloud while his fingers continued to stroke her. He drew out her orgasm until every last shock had faded, until her world settled and she could focus again.
She blinked in shock. Nothing she’d ever done had compared to that. She’d never soared as high or as long and
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