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She’d dreamed about sharing this intimacy with him for so long her stomach dipped.
“You have been my only fantasy night after night,” he said between each kiss.
Her nails dug into his skin as she arched against him, craving so much more.Moreshe knew she couldn’t have, not here, not with Hagen sleeping just down the hall. But this tantalizing persuasion? Oh yes, she would allow herself this. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to once again drift away as he teased and sucked and turned her into a writhing bundle of bones. His fingers trailed down her stomach, and habit had her trying to suck in the belly that she hadn’t been able to lose since having Hagen.
He lifted his lips from her skin, and her eyes opened at the loss.
He gazed down at her with passion brimming in his dark eyes. “Please don’t. You’re gorgeous. All of you.Breathe, baby. Relax. Let me love you.”
His words stole her breath, and he must have noticed, because his lips curved up in a sinful smile, and he brushed them over hers. “Breathe, baby, or I’ll breathe for you.”
And he did, slanting his mouth over hers and breathing air into her lungs, love into her heart, and lust into every crevice of her body. His hand moved down the front of her shorts, and she had a moment of worry—about Hagen and about what Serena had said. Would he recoil when he felt hair down there?
“My back’s to the hallway. I’m listening for Hagen. If he steps out of his bed, I’ll move before he even gets to the hall.”
Relief swept through her. He was just as aware as she was. Thank goodness, because she was certain that if he touched her there—where she hadn’t been touched by anyone in years—she might detonate.
“Or we can stop,” he offered, and began withdrawing his hand.
“No. If you don’t touch me I might die right here on this couch.”
He laughed, and she tugged him into a kiss to escape the embarrassment over having admitted such a thing. He kissed like he spoke, confident and in control, like she could let go of all her worries and he’d take care of everything.
And take care of everything hedid.
WITH HIS MIND on the beautiful, trusting woman coming apart beneath him and his ears on high alert listening for Hagen, Matt drank in all the sweetness Mira was willing to give. Her softness, the sexy sounds coming from her luscious lips. As exquisite as it was, none of it was enough. He’d never been a greedy man, but when it came to Mira, he wanted it all. Her body, her heart, her future.
He kissed her softly as she came down from the clouds, smiling like she’d never felt anything so good, and that filled him with so many sensations—pride, lust, happiness. He kissed her lips, which were swollen from their kisses, her cheeks, her forehead, and then her mouth again.
She held on to him like he was her anchor—and man did he want to be.
Eyes closed, she whispered, “Matt.”
He couldn’t hold back from whispering all the naughty, loving things he wanted to do to her.
Her eyes flew open, blush splashing across her cheeks. He kissed her again. “Get used to it, sunshine. I wantallof you.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “What else?” she asked shakily.
“Baby, when I get you alone, when we don’t have to worry about your sweet little boy, I’m going to pleasure you every way you’ll let me.” He laced his fingers with hers and pressed them beside her head, kissing her neck and feeling her erratic heartbeat against his.
“Tell me your fantasies, sunshine. I want to make them all come true.”
“I…can’t.” She closed her eyes, and he kissed her again.
“The brain is a powerful thing,” he reassured her. “When you’re ready. When you trust me wholly and completely, which you will one day very soon, then you can tell me.”
“I forgot you’re a psychandecon guy. It’s so not fair. You have the upper hand.” She let out a long breath as he moved beside her and they both sat up. Matt had a double major in psychology and economics, but his advanced degrees were in economics, and that’s what he taught at Princeton.
“I don’t want the upper hand,” he assured her. He ran his fingers along her jaw and whispered, “I want to be one with you, sunshine, and soon I’m going to have my handsallover you.”
Chapter Nine
MIRA STOOD IN the kitchen staring at the couch during breakfast the next morning. She’d never thought much about that couch, but now it made her smile, and her stomach went all sorts of crazy just looking at it. Matt’s words whispered in her head, as they had all night after he’d left.When you’re ready. When you trust me wholly and completely, which you will one day very soon, then you can tell me.
“Can I bring my robot to camp?” Hagen asked. “I want to show it to my friends.”
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, but all it did was rattle more of Matt’s words free.And make me want everything he mentioned.
