self-control is reaching an all-time low.â
âMmmmm,â Lizabeth said, smiling, feeling outrageously bold. She wore no underwear, and the borrowed sweats were soft against her skin. Sexy, she thought. Just right for sprawling on Mattâs bed.
She realized she wanted to make love with him and acknowledged that sheâd come a long way in a very short time. She wasnât nervous, or embarrassed, or afraid. She watched Matt crawl across the bed to her, and she willed herself to relax. She knew things would be different with Matt. He knew when to give and when to take, and he honestly enjoyed both.
He kissed her tenderly, fully intending to be a slow, sensitive lover. The kiss deepened. Too fast, he thought, but he couldnât stop. He had to see her. All of her. He had to taste all of her. Clothes were stripped away, and he kissed her again. Lower this time. Lord, how he wanted her. And he needed Lizabeth to want him . He whispered her name, and his hands moved over her silky skin, arousing and enflaming her mind and her body. He covered her privateplaces with kisses. He brought her to the top, to the peak of ultimate pleasuresâ¦then he followed.
Afterward he held her close, afraid to move from her, afraid heâd been all muscle and blind passion and no brain.
Her first thought, when she was finally capable of thought, was that she no longer gave a damn about being a fairy. Sheâd just been to the top, and anything else, fairy wings included, would be cold potatoes. Her second thought was that she loved Matt Hallahan beyond reason. She loved him when he was gentle and when he was fierce, and she loved him most of all when he was naked. He was magnificent when he was naked.
Matt buried his face in her hair. âLiz, I think I got carried awayâ¦â
âMmmmm,â Lizabeth said, her voice muffled as she snuggled closer.
âWas it awful?â
âAwful?â She pushed back enough to look at him. âAwful?â She saw he was serious, and his fear prompted a smile.
It was the most radiant smile ever. Filled with love and pride and supreme satisfaction. It was the smile heâd promised himself the firsttime he saw her. âHmmm,â he said. âSo I guess it wasnât awful.â
Her smile grew sly. âIt was passable,â she said.
âYou think it could get better if we practiced?â
Lizabeth didnât think she could live through it if it got any better. âProbably it would take a lot of practice,â she said, letting a fingertip wander lower, provoking a sharp intake of breath.
Almost an hour later, Lizabeth barely had the energy to dress herself in her dried clothes. She took Mattâs hand, feeling unbelievably relaxed and foolishly euphoric, and followed him down the stairs.
When they reached the bottom, Matt cast a sidelong glance at his Harley. âYou like motorcycles?â he asked Lizabeth.
She didnât want to be insulting, but she liked motorcycles almost as much as she liked tattoos, fat black cigars, and poisonous spiders. âI donât know very much about motorcycles,â she said.
He dragged her into the living room. âThis is a Harley. Itâs a honey, isnât it? It can do everything but bake brownies.â
She struggled to find something nice to say about it. âItâs veryâ¦shiny.â
âYeah. Thatâs because I keep her indoors. I used to do some dirt-bike racing when I was first out of the navy. After I broke my leg for the third time I decided to quit the circuit.â
âIs this a dirt bike?â
He grinned down at her. âNo. A dirt bike is smaller. The tires are a lot narrower. This baby is a hog.â
Lizabeth nodded. Obviously, if you were a motorcycle it was complimentary to be called a hog.
âYouâre trying to be polite, but I can see youâre not into internal combustion,â Matt said. âBet youâve never even ridden on
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