her back into the present. “I already know.”
“I don’t have feelings for you,” Lorena lied. She had to protect her heart. “I don’t care about you.”
“Yes, you do. That’s why you’re afraid. I’m afraid, too—of how I feel about you. Isn’t it funny how our experiences determine how we react to relationships? You’re looking for a relationship like your parents have, and I’m looking to avoid one like my parents had. We have two different examples to guide us. Neither one of us wants to be vulnerable to pain caused by loving someone—pain that hurts so much it feels like you’re dying. It’s the worst pain in the world.”
The truth of his words swept over her in a rush. It hurt to remember his rejection of her and her love. She lowered her gaze to the floor. “Get away from me, Matt,” she said, her voice shaking, as the agony of longing filled her heart. “I mean it.”
“Give us another chance. Don’t fight it.” One blunt fingertip propped her chin up, forcing her to look at him.
He stepped closer. She knew what he wanted, and she was helpless to stop him. He dipped his head an inch, and when she didn’t move away, he lowered it all the way, touching his mouth to hers. From the moment their lips touched, desire soared through her—all encompassing, demanding she satisfy it.
Frightened, she pushed against his hard chest—an ineffective action. He didn’t move an inch. “No,” she said weakly.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispered again.
His thumb caressed her chin, and he plied her mouth with gentle kisses. His lips were warm and soft as they tasted hers. He was wearing her down, barreling through her defenses. If he were rough, maybe she’d have a chance because she could get angry and fight him, but she couldn’t fight against this tenderness.
“Don’t do this to me again.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
He grasped her slender wrists and pulled her close so she could feel the heat of his hard thighs against hers. “Don’t think about it,” he whispered. One of his hands slipped between them to brush her breast. She inhaled sharply, desire stinging her quivering nipples. “Let me make you feel good.” He lowered his head, shifting aside a thick swathe of her dark brown hair with his nose to gain access to her neck. She shook from the exquisite sensation of his mouth against her sensitive skin. Her fingers curled into the brawny muscles of his arms. “Let me suck your neck,” he whispered, then flicked his tongue along her jawline. “Suck those sweet nipples. Let me get at those toes.”
She moaned, because everything he mentioned she wanted him to do.
Their mouths met again, rubbing against each other before she pried hers apart to invite the entry of his velvet tongue. She moaned as he caressed her back, his hands molding her to him, sliding down past her waist to splay over the cheeks of her bottom, drawing her tighter, pressing her stomach into the hard ridge of his arousal. She filled with heated anticipation.
He lifted his head, about to speak, but she didn’t let him. His withdrawal evoked a low moan from her, and she followed him, getting up on tiptoe, tightening her arms around his neck, her lips clinging to him in a desperate clamor for more. Every muscle fiber strained toward him. With a groan, he matched her enthusiasm, his kiss turning blatantly possessive, reclaiming her as his and scrambling her brain.
“Mmm,” he finally managed. “So damn greedy.” His fingers delved into her silky hair and pulled her head back at an angle. “Are you going to let me make love to you tonight?”
There was only one answer to give as he looked down at her with hooded eyes filled with a deep hunger that matched the out-of-control desire he’d released inside of her.
“Yes.”
Chapter Ten
In the bedroom, Matthew stripped off the white shirt, his sore body groaning under the movements because of the battering he’d
“I don’t have feelings for you,” Lorena lied. She had to protect her heart. “I don’t care about you.”
“Yes, you do. That’s why you’re afraid. I’m afraid, too—of how I feel about you. Isn’t it funny how our experiences determine how we react to relationships? You’re looking for a relationship like your parents have, and I’m looking to avoid one like my parents had. We have two different examples to guide us. Neither one of us wants to be vulnerable to pain caused by loving someone—pain that hurts so much it feels like you’re dying. It’s the worst pain in the world.”
The truth of his words swept over her in a rush. It hurt to remember his rejection of her and her love. She lowered her gaze to the floor. “Get away from me, Matt,” she said, her voice shaking, as the agony of longing filled her heart. “I mean it.”
“Give us another chance. Don’t fight it.” One blunt fingertip propped her chin up, forcing her to look at him.
He stepped closer. She knew what he wanted, and she was helpless to stop him. He dipped his head an inch, and when she didn’t move away, he lowered it all the way, touching his mouth to hers. From the moment their lips touched, desire soared through her—all encompassing, demanding she satisfy it.
Frightened, she pushed against his hard chest—an ineffective action. He didn’t move an inch. “No,” she said weakly.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispered again.
His thumb caressed her chin, and he plied her mouth with gentle kisses. His lips were warm and soft as they tasted hers. He was wearing her down, barreling through her defenses. If he were rough, maybe she’d have a chance because she could get angry and fight him, but she couldn’t fight against this tenderness.
“Don’t do this to me again.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
He grasped her slender wrists and pulled her close so she could feel the heat of his hard thighs against hers. “Don’t think about it,” he whispered. One of his hands slipped between them to brush her breast. She inhaled sharply, desire stinging her quivering nipples. “Let me make you feel good.” He lowered his head, shifting aside a thick swathe of her dark brown hair with his nose to gain access to her neck. She shook from the exquisite sensation of his mouth against her sensitive skin. Her fingers curled into the brawny muscles of his arms. “Let me suck your neck,” he whispered, then flicked his tongue along her jawline. “Suck those sweet nipples. Let me get at those toes.”
She moaned, because everything he mentioned she wanted him to do.
Their mouths met again, rubbing against each other before she pried hers apart to invite the entry of his velvet tongue. She moaned as he caressed her back, his hands molding her to him, sliding down past her waist to splay over the cheeks of her bottom, drawing her tighter, pressing her stomach into the hard ridge of his arousal. She filled with heated anticipation.
He lifted his head, about to speak, but she didn’t let him. His withdrawal evoked a low moan from her, and she followed him, getting up on tiptoe, tightening her arms around his neck, her lips clinging to him in a desperate clamor for more. Every muscle fiber strained toward him. With a groan, he matched her enthusiasm, his kiss turning blatantly possessive, reclaiming her as his and scrambling her brain.
“Mmm,” he finally managed. “So damn greedy.” His fingers delved into her silky hair and pulled her head back at an angle. “Are you going to let me make love to you tonight?”
There was only one answer to give as he looked down at her with hooded eyes filled with a deep hunger that matched the out-of-control desire he’d released inside of her.
“Yes.”
Chapter Ten
In the bedroom, Matthew stripped off the white shirt, his sore body groaning under the movements because of the battering he’d
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