Page 48 of Rocky Mountain Desire
Hope leaned in and breathed in his ear, the warmth of her skin melting against his T-shirt. She whispered, a throaty husky moan accompanying the words. “So, are those good enough reasons for you? Or do I need to mention the urge I have to be fucked hard enough I’m aching the next day? The fact I want you to tie me up and—”
He captured her mouth, silencing all the dirty things that he had no need for her to voice. Not right now, anyway. She’d made up the no-hitting-the-sheets rule in the first place. She’d just removed it.
Finally.
He held her tight, taking her mouth under his. One hand clasped the back of her neck, the other slipped up to flick the hooks on her bra, releasing the straps and freeing her breasts. He stripped away the material without stopping the kiss, his hands suddenly full with hot, rounded flesh. She gasped into his mouth, and he responded by squeezing harder as she writhed over him.
Screw this couch business. He stood, cradling her under the butt as he walked blindly into his bedroom.
Hope never stopped touching him. Their tongues danced together, sweeping past each other again and again. She groaned as he lowered her to his bed, placing himself on top.
“Yes.” A huge sigh escaped as she wiggled slightly, limbs opening to let his hips nestle in tighter. “God, I’ve waited so long for this.”
“Good thing you came to my place, then.”
She smiled against his lips. “Good thing.”
He was lost in what to do first. Rocking his hips against her when he was still wearing jeans wasn’t going to be enough. And he begrudged the time it would take to strip them away.
So maybe a new tactic instead.
First, he kissed her again, making sure he’d had a good taste of what she was so willing to give. He pulled back and caught her lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing the softness.
“We got any requirements in that betting pool? Like did they specify any order for us doing it? ’Cause if we’re going to fuck with their evil plots, let’s tear it all down.”
Hope laughed. “Nothing but a date. That was bad enough, wasn’t it?”
“Hmm, then I get to set the agenda. I’m going to take you alright. Fast, slow, somewhere in the middle.”
Her eyes shone, heavy passion flushing her skin. He traced a finger down her body until he palmed a naked breast. He plucked her nipple once before lowering his head and tasting her.
Under his tongue the tip tightened, drawing up hard, and he rewarded her response by sucking. A needy moan followed, her hips rising as if trying to find him.
He rolled to the side and let one hand drop to play with the elastic of her panties while he kept teasing her nipple. When he used his teeth on her, Hope screamed and a shot echoed through him.
Maybe doing it all before their first time wasn’t going to happen.
“Matt, what’s your favourite position?”
He laughed as he stripped away the scrap of fabric from her hips. “All of them.”
“Ha, typical guy response. Oh God, more of that. Yeah.” She cradled his head and held him to her breast. “I like the biting. I like it hard. Doing it on all fours drives me crazy. I don’t mind getting tied up—”
“Whoa, no need for the rundown.” Matt leaned on one elbow so he could see her face clearly. “You nervous?”
She shook her head.
“Then why don’t we just do whatever I want? That’ll make it plenty fun.”
She caught his tease but didn’t react like he’d expected. Instead of goofing off or bossing him back, she nodded. “Do it.”
He crawled down the bed, ignoring her breasts for a minute, drawn instead to where she eagerly opened her thighs. Matt teased her. Kissed the inside of one leg, licking slowly along the crease of her leg and thigh.
She quivered and he smiled.
“Now touch yourself.”
Hope turned her gaze his direction, and the blue there struck him—blue that wavered between the chill of ice and the hottest part of a flame. She obediently trailed her fingers down her torso, skimming her breasts and coming to rest between her open legs.
