When Valentines Collide by Adrianne Byrd Page B

hold on to her champagne glass. Without her having to ask, he removed it from her hand.
    â€œHow do you feel?” he asked.
    â€œWooonderful,” she moaned, licking her lips and sliding her legs farther apart.
    â€œYou look so beautiful right now,” he said. “What in the world did I ever do to deserve you?”
    â€œYou just got lucky,” she joked, but then closed her eyes when he glided in another finger, instantly doubling her pleasure.
    â€œI think you’re just about clean,” Matthew said.
    â€œNo, no. Don’t stop,” she panted.
    â€œAs you wish,” he whispered.
    Chanté shivered at the feel of his warm breath drifting across the shell of her ear. In the next second, an explosion of lights flashed behind her closed eyes and her body shook with incredible tremors.
    â€œThat’s it, baby. Let it go.”
    Quaking in the aftershocks of her orgasm, Chanté stilled Matthew’s hand in order for her to catch her breath.
    â€œDo you require any more cleaning, my beloved?”
    Still panting, she shook her head. “I think I better climb out of this tub before I drown.”
    â€œAs you wish.” Matthew stood and offered a hand to help her stand.
    Chanté accepted his offer and loved how a few of the tub’s soapy bubbles slid down her body and how the bathroom’s cool air drifted across her skin and hardened her nipples.
    This time, her husband magically produced a thick, terry cloth towel and wrapped it around her body as she exited the tub.
    â€œAfter you,” Matthew said, sweeping a hand toward the door.
    Excited to see what awaited her, Chanté strolled back into the bedroom and glanced around. The romantic setup still caused her heart to beat in double time.
    â€œIf it pleases you, I would love to give you a full body massage.”
    For the first time, Chanté noticed a massage table at the opposite end of the bedroom. Next to it was a long line of body oils.
    â€œIf you keep this up, we may never leave this place,” she threatened.
    â€œYou’ll get no complaints from me,” he said, leading her to and helping her up on the table.
    At the first drop of warm oil against her back, Chanté teetered on the edge of her second orgasm. But then Matthew’s large hands rubbed, caressed and teased her body and she quickly found herself back straddling that edge.
    â€œHas anyone ever told you that you have wonderful hands?” she moaned.
    â€œAs a matter of fact, yes,” Matthew chuckled. “I ran out and married her as fast as I could.”
    â€œThen she is a lucky woman,” she joked back, but then her husband’s hands stopped their massaging.
    â€œNo. I’m the lucky one.”
    Chanté carefully turned onto her side so she could look up at Matthew. It had been a long time since she could read his emotions so clearly and what she read took her breath away.
    He still loved her.
    â€œKiss me,” she whispered, feeling that she would wither away if he didn’t.
    A small smile tugged his thick lips. “As you wish.”
    As his head descended slowly, Chanté stretched forward to meet him more than halfway. The moment their lips touched her body continued to melt lazily on the table.
    Matthew wavered on his feet and it had nothing to do with the heady taste of champagne on his wife’s lips. In fact, he felt certain it had everything to do with the raw energy transmitting between them. He knew by the way her body trembled beneath him, that she felt it, too.
    Determined and eager to give her the best night of her life, Matthew gently repositioned her to lie on her back and then broke the kiss. For long seconds afterward, he maintained eye contact. Her emotions were clearly reflected in her gaze.
    She still loved him.
    â€œWould you like for me to continue your massage, my beloved?”
    â€œYou’re welcome to do whatever you want.”
    He pressed another kiss