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“Lucky for me, that’s exactly where I want to be, too. Actually, anywhere you are without your clothes sounds perfect to me.”
Even as she told herself to savor the sensations of the here and now, she couldn’t help fearing the out-of-control waves of emotion Matthew stirred could drown her in the end. If so, tonight would be all she could afford to risk.
This could all be simpler than he’d predicted.
Matthew carried Ashley back toward his bedroom, wondering if he’d overthought this whole situation. They got along well and the chemistry hadn’t been a one-time fluke. Why not ride the wave? Friendship with rocking hot sex could be an awesome, uncomplicated alternative to spending the rest of their lives alone or locked in some relationship where emotions ruled their lives to the exclusion of all else.
RICH MAN’S FAKE FIANCEE
23
CATHERINE MANN
SILHOUETTE DESIRE 1878
THE LANDIS BROTHERS
He grazed a quick kiss along her passion-swollen lips before easing her onto his bed. Yeah, he liked the look of her there.
And he would enjoy it even more once he peeled her clothes from her sweet body.
Apparently Ashley had the same idea, because she arched up from the bed to kiss him with an ardent intent that made it clear she was ready for round two. He draped his jacket over the chair without ever breaking contact with her mouth. She tugged his tie with frantic fingers, loosening until finally the length slid free from his collar. She flicked the silk over her shoulder and set to work on the buttons down the front of his shirt until she glided her cool finger inside along his bare skin.
Matthew kissed aside one shoulder strap of her dress. With the dress’s built in bra and her panties out on the foyer floor, she was perilously close to total exposure.
He smiled in anticipation against her flowery scented skin. “At least we’re going to make it to a bed this time.”
She shoved his pants down and away. He kicked them to the side. “I liked the hall.”
“Me, too.” He liked her anywhere. “But this time we’re going to take it slower.”
Matthew brushed away and down both straps of her gown, guiding it over her breasts, teasing along her hips until it slithered to her feet. He couldn’t resist stilling for a moment to take her in. It seemed like longer than a handful of days since he’d had the pleasure of seeing her naked.
He remembered her being hot. He dreamed of her sexiness. But he’d forgotten or hadn’t taken the time to notice some of the more intimate details of her body—such as the enticing mole on her hip that he now traced with his thumb to better imprint it in his memory. Countless other nuances of Ashley burned themselves into his brain.
Then she flattened her hand to his chest and brought a close to his ability to think. Time to feel. To touch. He traced her collarbone with his tongue, working kisses and nips lower to her tempting curves until his mouth closed over the peak of one breast, drawing it tighter, then shifting his attention to the other equally sweet swell, in need of more, more of her, sooner than he’d expected after their mind-blowing encounter in the hall. She arched against him and then they were both tumbling onto the bed.
She slid her hands down his back and cupped his taut buttocks, digging in her fingers, urging him closer. “Now, Matthew.”
He clasped her wrists and gently eased them to the side. “Slower this time, remember?”
“Forget about slower. We have all flipping night for slower.” She wriggled temptingly under him.
He trailed kisses between her breasts, shifting his hold on her wrists to link fingers with her. He nipped along her rib cage, working his way south.
He blew air against her stomach, lower, lower still until she gasped.
“Matthew?”
“FTW,” he mumbled against her.
“What?”
He glanced up the length of her creamy white body and grinned. “FTW. For the win, lady.
“Lucky for me, that’s exactly where I want to be, too. Actually, anywhere you are without your clothes sounds perfect to me.”
Even as she told herself to savor the sensations of the here and now, she couldn’t help fearing the out-of-control waves of emotion Matthew stirred could drown her in the end. If so, tonight would be all she could afford to risk.
This could all be simpler than he’d predicted.
Matthew carried Ashley back toward his bedroom, wondering if he’d overthought this whole situation. They got along well and the chemistry hadn’t been a one-time fluke. Why not ride the wave? Friendship with rocking hot sex could be an awesome, uncomplicated alternative to spending the rest of their lives alone or locked in some relationship where emotions ruled their lives to the exclusion of all else.
RICH MAN’S FAKE FIANCEE
23
CATHERINE MANN
SILHOUETTE DESIRE 1878
THE LANDIS BROTHERS
He grazed a quick kiss along her passion-swollen lips before easing her onto his bed. Yeah, he liked the look of her there.
And he would enjoy it even more once he peeled her clothes from her sweet body.
Apparently Ashley had the same idea, because she arched up from the bed to kiss him with an ardent intent that made it clear she was ready for round two. He draped his jacket over the chair without ever breaking contact with her mouth. She tugged his tie with frantic fingers, loosening until finally the length slid free from his collar. She flicked the silk over her shoulder and set to work on the buttons down the front of his shirt until she glided her cool finger inside along his bare skin.
Matthew kissed aside one shoulder strap of her dress. With the dress’s built in bra and her panties out on the foyer floor, she was perilously close to total exposure.
He smiled in anticipation against her flowery scented skin. “At least we’re going to make it to a bed this time.”
She shoved his pants down and away. He kicked them to the side. “I liked the hall.”
“Me, too.” He liked her anywhere. “But this time we’re going to take it slower.”
Matthew brushed away and down both straps of her gown, guiding it over her breasts, teasing along her hips until it slithered to her feet. He couldn’t resist stilling for a moment to take her in. It seemed like longer than a handful of days since he’d had the pleasure of seeing her naked.
He remembered her being hot. He dreamed of her sexiness. But he’d forgotten or hadn’t taken the time to notice some of the more intimate details of her body—such as the enticing mole on her hip that he now traced with his thumb to better imprint it in his memory. Countless other nuances of Ashley burned themselves into his brain.
Then she flattened her hand to his chest and brought a close to his ability to think. Time to feel. To touch. He traced her collarbone with his tongue, working kisses and nips lower to her tempting curves until his mouth closed over the peak of one breast, drawing it tighter, then shifting his attention to the other equally sweet swell, in need of more, more of her, sooner than he’d expected after their mind-blowing encounter in the hall. She arched against him and then they were both tumbling onto the bed.
She slid her hands down his back and cupped his taut buttocks, digging in her fingers, urging him closer. “Now, Matthew.”
He clasped her wrists and gently eased them to the side. “Slower this time, remember?”
“Forget about slower. We have all flipping night for slower.” She wriggled temptingly under him.
He trailed kisses between her breasts, shifting his hold on her wrists to link fingers with her. He nipped along her rib cage, working his way south.
He blew air against her stomach, lower, lower still until she gasped.
“Matthew?”
“FTW,” he mumbled against her.
“What?”
He glanced up the length of her creamy white body and grinned. “FTW. For the win, lady.
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