Page 63 of Rocky Mountain Desire
Another thrust, even deeper.
“Oh God, Matt.”
He was sweating, beads rolling down his face and spine. He leaned on his left hand and changed his angle. Their bodies smacked harder as he aimed to connect with her clit. She gasped and her eyes flew open.
“OhGod.”
He was so close to coming, so close. Staring into her face helped him hang on, watching her lips pull into a tiny pout as she moaned on every slam of their bodies together. Then she made this wonderful sound that somehow mirrored the rippling of her muscles clutching him tight. He froze and let himself enjoy her climax, her nearly violent shakes as she writhed under him.
He pulled out and took his cock into his hand and pumped, dragging out the orgasm that he’d held off. Strands of seed flew from the tip, spurted over her belly, her ass. Hope clung to her thighs, watching him with an expression of pure pleasure as he jerked off all over her.
The last pulse left his body, and he stared at her splayed before him. An enthusiastic blob clung to one nipple, the rest of his semen scattered like random brandings of streaks and dots painted on her skin.
Ownership marks. His brain was still kinda numb as he slicked a fingertip through the liquid, again from her bellybutton down. “That was damn nice.”
“Nice?” Hope gasped for air. “Nice is for children’s stories. That was spectacular.”
He rubbed with a full palm, massaging his seed into her skin. They were both sticky and messy and fuck it all, it turned him on more than he wanted to admit. “Hmm. Makes me an asshole, I guess, wanting to leave a bit of myself all over you.”
She shivered but smiled.
“I want more. I want you to see how damn hot we are together.”
“I think I figured it out, Matt. If we were any hotter right now my bed would be on fire.” She sighed happily, relaxing her grip on her legs and letting them fall loosely to either side. Everything about her sprawl said contentment and sated satisfaction. The urge to grab hold and start all over, working up one side of her and down the other was strong enough to make him growl.
Then he paused as, out of nowhere, doubt hit like a sudden winter storm.
Chapter Eighteen
Matt wasn’t confused about how much Hope turned him on. That was the easy part. It was the flood of other emotions that rushed him and froze his limbs.
Helen had abandoned him. After years of being together, after he’d satisfied her every request—he thought—she’d still left. Seeing her brought back all the previous mental ramblings he’d shuffled through, trying to see where he’d gone wrong.
Now his panic wasn’t about Helen, but about Hope. About how he could keep from making the same mistake with her, because he couldn’t bear to have her tear out his heart like her sister had. Couldn’t bear to think that even now he could be doing something that would make her want to leave.
Worry that he would demand too much, or go past an invisible line Hope didn’t want to cross, made him hesitate. Matt quickly revamped his plans. He’d been a brute when what she needed was caring.
He took her in his arms as he lay at her side, cuddling their naked bodies together. She was soft in all the right spots, and he rested his chin on her shoulder and pushed down all the raunchy things he wanted to do with her. To her. Maybe if he waited a couple minutes he could take her to the shower and wash her off gentle and slow instead of continuing to maul her like a wild beast.
Scaring her off was the last thing he wanted—they’d only been lovers for a couple days. She didn’t need an animal in her bed, not with everything else happening.
Matt caressed her arm, her waist, teasing lightly with his fingertips. He nuzzled the back of her neck and licked, unable to resist the tiny motion.
It stopped him from putting his teeth to her skin and fucking her into oblivion.
Hope lay motionless for a while, then rolled to face him. She cupped his cheek, her blue irises a thin slice against the wide black of her pupils. Then she frowned and wiggled back, pulling up her knees and wrapping her arms around her legs. She sighed and stared into the room.
Matt leaned in close. “What’s up?”
A small hesitation, then she turned those beautiful eyes on him and damn near pouted. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell, no.”
“Then…why’d you stop?”
Shit.“Stop what?”
She snorted. “Matt, you went from being a possessive beast to cradling me as if I was a china doll. Which, okay, I do enjoy cuddling, but it didn’t seem like that’s where you were headed a minute ago. I just got whiplash from the change in your touch. Did I send out some kind of mixed message? Because I was okay with what we were doing.”
