Page 177 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

Matt beckoned me over again and I crawled up to his waiting arms. It felt so good being held by him, it felt like home. I twisted my head up in order to look at his face and tried once more to protest my innocence.

“Please believe me.”

He didn’t reply, instead he lowered his lips to mine, claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss that went on for ages before settling me against his chest. I closed my eyes to stop the warm rush of tears and inhaled his scent, hoping his silence meant he was considering my words. Matt shifted his arms around me, stroking my back with languid familiarity which had me snuggling even closer to him. I must have fallen asleep because when my eyes opened there was early morning light shining through the curtains and ticklish kisses being pressed across my breasts. Matt. My knight was here.

“Need a shower,” I murmured sleepily as my fingers ran through his hair. A shower and a brush of teeth to be precise.

“In a moment,” he replied roughly, going to his knees and positioning himself between my legs. Morning loving, who could sayno to that?

Matt rubbed his fingers over me, staring intently at my eyes as he got me wet. I fought the moans of delight, there was the morning breath issue to consider so my mouth stayed closed. When he decided I was wet enough, he stroked himself a couple of times before easing into me. A smothered grunt escaped my lips and he pulled my legs over his thighs to get a better angle. Matt didn’t start slow. The blistering thrusts had me wincing, but the pace didn’t change. I could feel the pressure in my groin building up to an exquisitegahhmoment, and I forgot about morning breath, gasping wildly as I writhed on the bed. Matt continued pounding; yes, it was pounding, me into the mattress and got a grip on my ass. Everywhere seemed slippery, and warm, and mygahhscream was imminent. So when I felt him pull out and press against my bum hole I assumed it was accidental slippage. Hey, these things happen, sex is messy. But he stopped for a second, the smallest of pauses before he did it again. His gaze landed on my face, wary yet determined; and this time with the combined lubrication of my body and his thrust, there was slight penetration. All good feelings disappeared. The impendinggahhchanged to a terrifiedarghand my brain immediately went: oh hell no!

I couldn’t be blamed for what occurred next, it was instinctive. My right leg pulled back to my breast with an ease all ballerinas have, my foot planted against his chest, and I shoved with all my strength. Matt grunted in surprise, unbalanced and flying backwards off the bed, which had been my intent, but he automatically grabbed my legs to steady himself and took me with him. We fell to the floor with a heavy thud, a tangle of naked legs and arms. I glared at him and when his unrepentant expression failed to morph into expected remorse for breaching the purity of my ass, well, it was understandable my fists began to fly.

“Pervert.” I yelled, eyes wide while trying to pummel him as he blocked my blows. “You filthy man.”

He had the nerve to grin at me, with the stubble and the gleam in his eyes he rocked a thoroughly rakish appearance. I popped him in the eye and scrambled away. Not sparing him a glance, I hurried out my bedroom, hand pressed in a protective manner over my ass and made my escape to the bathroom. Ten minutes later my bladder had been relieved, my teeth had been brushed, and I was currentlyunder the hot spray of water from the shower.

The door opened and Matt sauntered in with his erection still standing proud. From the corner of my eyes I watched him use my toothbrush before he pulled back the glass shower screen and proceeded to get in with me.

“Piss off,” I grumbled. Matt let out a low chuckle and slid up behind me, hands encircling my waist. “It’s not funny, Matt,” I complained, building up some more lather. “That was completely unnecessary and uncalled for. Those things have to be discussed in minute details beforeanyfrigging attempt-”

He pressed his hardness against my ass and I spun around in a flash. I was not playing that shit.

“Let’s not talk,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss my temple.

Great. He was back to this ‘no talking’ crap. Hiding my frown I stepped away from him. With the size of my bath it wasn’t far enough. How could he not want to talk about this? Was I just a body for him to use in order to satisfy his sexual needs? So we were still married, and I guess if you were going to have sex with anyone itshouldbe your spouse. And the sexing had been good…ok, it was more than good. Chewing my lips to halt the necessary sigh of frustration, I resumed soaping myself.

“I didn’t cheat.” I muttered, morose and defeated. Why wouldn’t he believe me?

Matt refrained from commenting, instead he reached over for the bottle of soap while the water bounced off me onto him. There was a tiny frown across his forehead though, and his eyebrows were gearing up. His clinical observation had me squirming, both mentally and physically.

“Idon’twant to discuss it, Madison.” he reiterated as he began to soap himself up.

I gave him my back and grabbed the shampoo. Fine. We wouldn’t discuss it, but as soon as this shower was over I planned on kicking him out. Operation on the pull had taken a strange twist.

Matt locked his car then made his way up to the front door of his Kensington home. It was almost 11pm and he needed sleep, but first he would get something to eat, definitely something to drink. Hisenergy had been well and truly spent earlier. Kicking off his trainers in the dimly lit foyer, Matt tossed his keys and mobile on the small table before tugging off his sweat-stained t-shirt and heading for the kitchen. He chugged back a bottle of chilled water as he stood in front the open door of the fridge-freezer and peered uninterestedly at its contents.

“Where in the bloody hell have you been?”

The terse and completely unexpected question had Matt choking on the water and spinning around in shock.

“Adam?” He squinted at the outline of his brother in the doorway. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Adam flicked the lights on and sauntered further into the kitchen, his features twisted in annoyance. “Did you forget we were supposed to meet Dad this morning? I was this close to calling the Met police two hours ago and reporting you missing. You haven’t been answering your mobile and George said you went to Nathan’s last night, but when I spoke to him he said he hadn’t seen you.” Adam glared fiercely at him as he walked over. “Where have you been?”

Matt wiped his mouth, arched an unamused eyebrow at Adam then said, “I want my blasted keys back.”

Adam observed him for a moment and sniffed in disgust as he closed the distance between them. “Christ, Matty. You smell like the used bed sheets in a brothel. Are those bite marks?”

Matt slammed the fridge-freezer close and moved away from his nosy sibling. “Yes and before you ask, it’s none of your damn business.”

Adam snorted something under his breath, causing Matt to narrow his eyes in irritation. He was tired, hungry, and unfortunately missing his estranged wife. An image of how he left her popped into his head. Sprawled naked over the rumpled sex-stained sheets, her dark skin covered with his dried come as she snored lightly. It was thoroughly satisfying seeing his own marks upon her body and knowing she would probably be sore from their intense lovemaking. After their shared morning shower she had half-heartedly tried to kick him out, but he was having none of it. He wanted more and he got it. A grim smile tugged up the corner of his lips as he remembered their shower together and the things he had done to her, things he had gently coaxed her into doing. It had also been extremely hard leaving her bed as she slept. In fact he hadspent close to 30 minutes just standing there, staring at her and willing his feet to move.

“Well, I hope they were worth it,” Adam mused. “You look as if you’ve shagged yourself into a stupor.”

“Not they,” Matt mumbled, putting the half-drunk bottle of water on the counter. “Just one.”

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