Page 47 of Rocky Mountain Desire
Hope shook her head. “Fine. The Six Pack Colemans can be added to the list. I’ll get you the details, and you can decide if you want to officially go ahead with it or not.”
She stroked his cheek again, and he caught her hand and adjusted it until he could kiss her palm. “Thank you.”
Those expressive brows rose. “You can save the thanks for after you’ve explained to Travis and Blake exactly what you’ve gotten them into.”
Chapter Thirteen
Mattopened the door to the trailer and backed up in a hurry as Hope forced her way past him. Tuesday night, nothing good on TV. It had been another freaking cold day with more bad weather in the forecast. He’d been considering heading to bed early.
“Umm, hello. Didn’t know you were coming over.”
She twirled, dropped a bag by the couch then tossed her gloves on the nearest chair. Her boots were kicked off as she grumbled out a complaint. “You know what? This town is fucked in the head.”
“The town is? How can a whole town be—?”
“Fine, the people. Did you know there’s a bloody betting pool based on when we have sex for the first time?” Hope planted both hands on her hips and shook her head in frustration. “Someone who was disappointed you and I weren’t doing the mattress mambo yet accosted me in the grocery store today. Said we’d cost them over two hundred dollars.”
She jerked off her coat and tossed it aside as well, and Matt’s mouth went absolutely dry.
“Holy hell, what are you doing?” There was nothing under her thick winter coat but a blue bra. A very pretty blue, like the bright winter sky on those freezing cold days they’d had back in December.
And why he was thinking about the weather when Hope was partially naked, he wasn’t sure. His brain didn’t seem to be keeping with the program.
“There’s too much speculation about us, and I don’t see it ending. Which—fine. They got nothing better to gossip about than us, they can go right ahead. But I refuse to let anyone profit from when and where I have sex.”
She pulled off her pants as she spoke, standing in front of him in a skimpy pair of panties with a duck on the front panel.
Matt sat heavily on his couch and prayed for strength. “So you’re stripping in my place…why?”
Hope lowered her chin and gave him the best smoldering look he’d seen in a long time. “No one’s got money on today. You want to piss off a lot of people?”
The sight of all her smooth flesh as she wove her way to stand only inches in front of him made him crazier than everything else had up to this point. “You want to have sex?”
“God, yes, don’t you?”
“Right now?”
“Now. Because, while waiting has been oh-so-much fun, we’re going to do it sometime, right? And I sure don’t want them boasting down at Okay Autobody that we increased their coffee fund by doing it next Friday.”
Matt laughed, the sound turning into a gasp as she crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs. She reached for his shirt buttons and he caught her hands in his. “Wait.”
Hope paused.
God, the look in her eyes. Heat and fire andfuck them allmischief mixed together. “Forget the damn betting pool. And I’m totally saying yes, but first, why do you want to have sex with me?”
She leaned closer and rubbed her cheek against his, sighing with satisfaction as she pulled back. The second time she swung forward she pressed her lips to his, soft, fleeting. She’d planted her palms against his collarbone and slipped them down his torso as she spoke.
“I like the way you smile at me. Like you’re constantly surprised that I’m there beside you and that me being there is a good thing. The way you smell—hmmm—totally turns me on. I snuck that spare T-shirt of yours upstairs the other day after you’d taken it off helping move the extra shelves into the quilt shop.”
“I wondered where that had gone.”
Hope slipped her palms around his lower back then sank her nails in deep as she pulled forward. “The way your voice buzzes against my skin when you whisper, like in the movie theater—it’s this gravelly layer of sensation that trickles over me and makes me all achy inside.”
Matt was less and less worried about the reason that had brought her storming through the door and more sure that what was about to happen had been too long in coming.
She covered his jean-enclosed cock with her hand, palm cupping his ready erection. “I want to have sex because you’ve been haunting my dreams for far too long, and I want to have something else of you to enjoy, more than your laugh or the way you try to save me from myself.”
She squeezed, and his hips jerked. The top button of his jeans popped open under her fingers, and the first teeth of the zipper slid open, easing the pressure on his full, and getting fuller, dick.
