Too Hot to Handle: A Loveswept Classic Romance by Sandra Chastain Page A

you’re … you’re a collector’s item yourself.”
    He grinned, and lay down beside her. “No, what I am is so deeply in love with you that all you need to do is touch me and I’ll … Callie, don’t do that, or I won’t be able to hold back. You might get … We can’t …”
    “Oh, you’re so sweet. So thoughtful. But we can, Matt. I took care of that this afternoon.”
    Matt’s breathing was harsh and loud as Callie pulled him over her, guiding him to the spot already aching to be filled. He stopped for a moment and looked at her before beginning to press slowly down, pushing himself inside her. Then he began to move slowly, holding back as though he were afraid she would break.
    Callie wrapped her legs around his body and pulled him closer, arching herself against him. “Callie,” she heard him whisper, and she lost all pretense of restraint. What she’d felt before paled in comparison to the flood of feelings he had begun in her body.
    “Oh, Callie, I’m trying to hold back, but I can’t,” he said thickly. “Hurry, my love, come with me. Hurry. Please, my darling Callie.”
    His motions and the deep need in his voice fueled the storm swirling inside her until she knew she’d have no trouble giving what he asked for. The release that followed seemed to catch her in the shudder of his body as he joined with her in a final shattering earthquake of passion.
    When she finally floated back to reality she felt him lying on top of her, still joined, carefully rubbing her breast with one hand as though it were the most precious object in the world. There was a completeness about the feel of him against her, and Callie wondered how she’d spent so many years not knowing that such a sweet unity of emotion and sensation was possible.
    Matt raised himself on one elbow. “Am I too heavy?” He started to move away.
    “No!” Callie clasped her legs around him, holding him tightly against her. “Don’t move. I don’t ever want this to stop.”
    “Was it good, Callie? I mean, did you feel what I did?”
    “Isn’t that what men always ask?” she asked teasingly, then hastened to reassure him when she saw the flicker of concern in his eyes. “Oh, Matt, it’s never been like that for me. I never knew anything could be so beautiful.” Her voice dropped as she tried to explain. “Tyler and I … We had good intentions, but …”
    “Didn’t you have anyone to compare Tyler to? A beautiful woman like you?”
    He kissed her breasts gently, running his tonguearound her nipples in a way that set off little sparks of fire beneath her skin.
    “No, Matthew, there was only Tyler.” She struggled for words. “I know you’re experienced in making love, but Tyler and I never really got the knack of it. Even after six years … we just weren’t compatible that way. We were terrific in other ways, but in bed … Maybe it was my fault …” She stopped, embarrassed.
    Matt looked down at her, affection gleaming in his eyes. “I’ve had experience, Callie, maybe a great deal of it, by your standards.” He paused, hunting for honest words that weren’t too crude. “Callie, a man almost always reaches a climax, but only occasionally, with someone very special, does he combine that physical release with something spiritual.” He touched her face lovingly. “I swear to you, it’s never been wonderful like this for me before.”
    He lowered his head to capture her mouth, and within seconds she felt him stir inside her again. His tongue examined and probed and demanded the same in return.
    She could taste the flavor of passion on him, and it made her writhe. This time their movements were slow and gentle as the need built to a gentler kind of loving release. Even then Callie couldn’t keep back the ecstasy, and Matt gloried in the cry she made as he filled her with his pleasure.
    Later she lay in the circle of his arms, his leg across her lower body as though he were afraid she might escape.