Page 50 of Lovers' Dance

“What? You’re in love with me?” The astonishment on her face was priceless. Matt nodded, experiencing a sudden and rare spurt of indecisiveness. He had never said those words to a woman and truly meant it. He did now. Bugger.Why wasn’t she saying anything?She regarded him in shock. Then her face underwent a transformation so fast he wasn’t prepared for it. Or her reaction.

“What the hell are you playing at?” I hissed, yanking my hands away from his hold. “You love me? Piss off. That’s bullshit. You love me?”

Matt nodded, eyeing me cautiously as I began to get mad. What sort of game was he playing? Did he expect me to believe this shit? Matthew Bradley, gazillionaire playboy, in love with me…yeah, right. And Oprah was my fairy godmother.

“Get out, Matt. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I’m not doing it with you. Of all the insane things to say—”

“I love you, poppet,” he said with a quiet intensity that made my heart stop. For all of a nanosecond, then I laid it out for him, straight and to the point.

“I’m black, you’re white. You’re filthy rich, I’m not. You’re older than me and probably slept with hundreds of women. I’m not your type, not really, Matt. I’m someone different and you’re bored with your life so you wanted to try something new.” I was upset now. Hearing him say those words and knowing he didn’t mean them hurt something fierce. “You don’t love me, and I’m not going to stand here listening to this crap. Seriously? You probably want to do me up the butt. Guys say shit like that to convince a girl to do freaky stuff. Well, it’s not happening. I don’t care how genuine you sound, or the fact you’ve made me fall in love with you despite my best efforts not to. I can’t believe you’d pull this crap. I thought we were friends, okay maybe not friends—well, we’re sleeping together and I—you—why are you smiling at me? This isn’t funny, Matt. I want my ke-mmph.”

Normally a kiss from Matt resulted in a few seconds of dazed stupor. This kiss was, to date, the big daddy of them all. One moment I was asking for the return of my house keys, the next moment my mouth was being ravished mercilessly by Matt. It felt as if he wanted to devour me, lips first.

It was a fucking spectacular kiss.

“You love me,” he said huskily, while I took ragged breaths to replace the ones he’d stolen away.

“Wha—I—let me go this instant.”

Matt didn’t let me go. In fact, his arms tightened around me as he bent his head. I jerked mine back. Another kiss like that might kill me.

“You said you love me, poppet.”

“Did not,” I denied, trying to recover from his mouth’s passionate onslaught.

“You did and you can’t recant it. Bloody hell, poppet. You don’t know how relieved I’m feeling right at this moment.” Matt lifted me up and spun me around while I thumped his shoulders.

“Put me down you beastly giant. I said nothing of the sort. Your hearing’s failing you in your old age.”

His jaw clenched for a second, then he kissed me again, tongue swirling in matched tempo with mine as he lowered us to the floor. Words eluded me as, in a speed that defied logic, Matt stripped us both naked. Then he was moving deep inside me with smooth decisive strokes, bringing me to an orgasm almost immediately. I sank my teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, dug my nails into the skin of his back, wrapped my legs tightly around him, revelling in the sensation of his hardness stretching me to maximum capacity. It hurt, it always did. He was well-endowed, but I had gotten used to the edge of pain that came with his lovemaking. In fact, I craved it. Ached for it. His body branding mine, claiming me as his own. For the first time I felt as if I belonged.

“Matt,” I whispered, shaking in his arms. “Do you mean it?”

He raised his head from where it had been nestled in the crook of my neck. Silky hair fell over his forehead as he smiled tenderly. “Yes, I mean it.”

He turned us over so I was on top, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I moved my body over his.

“Bloody hell.” He groaned. “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”

I rolled my hips, and the sound he made this time was filled with a raw desperation which increased my desire exponentially. It was amazing knowing I could do this to him. That I could make him lose all semblance of cultured reserve. I delighted in my ability to drive him to the stage where he cried out for me, to the point where his beautiful eyes filled with intense longing and his touch on my skin became frantic. I pressed my hands over his chest, marvelling at the contrast of our skin tones as Matt jerked uncontrollably beneath me in climax. I grinned, smug and knowing he would feel embarrassed over his lack of restraint.

“Ahem,” I murmured over his rough breathing as he blinked up at me. “What was that?”

“Shut up.” He exhaled with a sheepish grin. “It’s not my fault. What do you expect when you’re moving like that on top of me?”

Daring to push my luck while the going was good and he was recovering from his release, I teased, “Smacks of premature ejac—hey!”

Matt twisted us around in a flash, so I was the one underneath. He growled at me, eyes narrowing in feigned anger. “You’re going to regret those words, poppet. If I recall, you mentioned something about your bum? Hmm, what’s wrong? No witty come back? Nothing to say?”

I gulped, beginning to wriggle away, or trying to. Matt was holding me prisoner on the carpet, grinning wickedly at me.

“Don’t even think about it. That is never going to happen. Get off.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he warned in his deep, sexy voice as he lowered his head to kiss my nose, then my chin, before finally coaxing my tightly compressed mouth open with his tongue. “I definitely plan to get off numerous times tonight.”

I loved him. He said he loved me, too. But my ass was off-limits. Nuh uh. Not happening. Crazy white man had lost his freaking mind…

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