Soliman, Wendy - The Name of the Game (BookStrand Publishing Romance) by Wendy Soliman

going anywhere.”
    He lifted his head and captured her gaze. “I can’t do it without you, baby. I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you weren’t there.”
    “I guess I know that now.”
    He regained his composure, stood up, and pulled her to her feet. “Come on,” he said.
    Hand in hand, they went to her bedroom. As soon as they were inside the room, he closed his arms around her, holding her so tight that she could hardly breathe. But she didn’t complain. She needed to feel…well, needed. Matt had never before been so open about his feelings for her. She didn’t doubt that everything he’d just told her was true, even the extraordinary circumstances leading up to Eve’s pregnancy.
    Especially that.
    His lips claimed hers in a searing kiss of deep intensity. It wasn’t enough. She struggled out of his arms, pulled her top over her head, and then started on his, yanking it free from the waistband of his jeans.
    “Hey,” he said, laughing. “Where’s the fire?”
    “I need to feel your skin against mine. I can’t seem to—”
    But Matt could. And he did. He undressed them both, carried her to the bed, making love to her body with eyes burning with passion. He caressed every inch of her with hands that tantalized and teased, driving her wild, making her feel alive. His erection pressed against her thigh as he lay beside her, directing operations, making her wait.
    “Matt,” she said, squirming against his fingers. “You’re killing me.”
    His throaty chuckle was decidedly predatory. “Patience!”
    Her head thrashed against the pillows. “Easy for you to say.”
    “Keep still or I’ll tie you down.”
    It was her turn to smile. “You think that sort of threat will make me keep still?”
    “I sure as hell hope not.”
    His fingers continued to work their magic. His lips explored every crevice whilst his tongue lapped and probed, causing an electric current to whip through her bloodstream. Matt always took his sweet time in bed, but on this occasion his commitment to the moment was beyond anything they’d ever done before. Drifting on an endless wave of pleasure, Ashley was dimly aware that he was trying to tell her something without using words. His need was as desperate as hers, but it was more than just that. The physical alchemy between them had never been as strong, or more intense.
    By the time he thrust into her, his movements assured and decisive, Ashley was on fire, her turbulent emotions off the scale. She wrapped her legs round his torso and rose up to meet him, taking every glorious inch of him inside her, deep and deeper still. She groaned as exquisite shards of intense sensation built deep within her core. She was close, so close, but fought to delay the moment, knowing it would be so much more intense if she could just hold back.
    But it was no good. She needed it so badly, she was on the brink.
    “Matt, I can’t—”
    “Let it go, baby.”
    He picked up the rhythm, thrusting deeper still, watching her with an expression of naked longing, the fine tremor in the muscles of his arms indicating what a tough time he was having holding back himself.
    With a wild cry, Ashley’s world exploded. Matt’s gaze was fixed on her face as she trembled and arched, exorcising the endless ache that she’d lived with since Eve had dropped her bombshell on that dreadful day that changed her life .
    Matt followed her over the edge, groaning and pulsating for what seemed like an eternity, kissing her like he never intended to stop.
    Spent, they collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting, laughing, both a little shell-shocked by the depth of their emotion. Held in Matt’s strong arms, Ashley fell asleep almost immediately. Her last conscious thought was that she had Matt back and together they would somehow sort out the problems in the office.
    Absolutely nothing else mattered.

Chapter Seven

    When Ashley woke the following morning, it took her a moment to remember why she felt so good.