Page 62 of Whispers at Seaside
“Baby? Do you want help?” Matt asked again, pulling her from her thoughts.
“No,” she whispered. “He’s out like a light.”
Matt nodded. “I’m going to take a quick shower. See you afterward, or are you wiped out, too?”
“Oh no, Mr. Lacroux. You’re not getting off that easy.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, went up on her toes, and kissed him. “You have someremindingto do. Let me rinse off all this city dirt, too, and I’ll meet you in your room.” As he walked out the bedroom door, she whispered, “Wear your glasses!”
Mira showered and dressed in the sexy lingerie she’d bought from a cute boutique while they were in Rhode Island. The sheer and lacy pink nightie had a halter-style top and a skimpy, flowing body that just barely covered her goodies. She put on the silk kimono she’d splurged on as a special gift for her man and tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she walked through the dark suite toward Matt’s bedroom. She pushed open the door, revealing a dimly lit room, candles on the nightstands, and Matt, wearing only black briefs and the glasses that made her want to page throughhim, sitting in the center of the bed. Music floated softly from the radio into her ears as she closed the door and went to him.
He reached for her, his stare bold and inviting. She crawled up the bed feeling sexy and naughty as they embarked on their secret tryst.
“How’s my beautiful, sexy girl?” he whispered.
Somehow she knew that even if she were wearing a sweatshirt, the look of love and devotion in his eyes would be just as strong. If he were covered head to toe in mud or wearing armor, her desire for him wouldn’t diminish. He was always so loving toward her, sensual and caring, pleasuring her first before letting go himself. Tonight she wanted to return the affection and let him know exactly how much she appreciated his sinful talents and generosity.
She ran her finger down the center of his chest, holding his gaze. “I’m filled to the brim with happiness.”
She leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, and when he spoke, his voice whispered over her lips.
“Me too, sunshine.” He leaned in for another kiss, his scruff scraping enticingly against her cheek. “I kind of hate going back to the real world and sharing you with everyone else.”
“Do you, now?” She kissed his neck.
He made a low sound of appreciation, spurring her on. She nipped at the ridge of his jaw. “Which part of me do you hate sharing the most?” she asked daringly, her hands playing over his pecs, feeling them jump beneath her touch.
“All of you. Your sassy, tenacious personality, your charm and intelligence.”
He slid one hand to the nape of her neck, claiming her in a demanding kiss.
“Your gorgeous face and stunning body.” He tangled his hand in her hair, tugging her head back, and sealed his mouth over her neck, sucking and kissing and chipping away at her resolve to be his temptress.
She closed her eyes and grabbed hold of his shoulders, giving in to his seduction. He dragged his tongue up the column of her neck and took her earlobe between his teeth. Spikes of pain and pleasure raced to her core. She dug her fingers into his hard flesh and heard herself moan.
“My girl likes that. We’re going to have to keep quiet, remember.”
Her brain could hardly hold on to that warning as he crashed his mouth to hers in another penetrating kiss. His tongue stroked hard and eager over hers, around her mouth, over her teeth, until she abandoned all control, relaxing her jaw for him to take everything he wanted. Andtakehe did, loving her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, and when he tugged her head further back, she didn’t resist. His adept fingers untied the top of her nightie, and it puddled around her middle.
“Off, baby.” When he released her hair to lift her nightie over her head, the air left her lungs. “How did I get so lucky to be the man you picked?”
Her eyes fluttered open and he kissed them closed. “Close your eyes. Let me love you.”
So different from his usual command of her eyes open, it intrigued her, but she wanted desperately to give him a memorable night, and she forced her eyes open again. “But I wanted to treat you tonight.”
He reached for his glasses next, and she stuck her lower lip out in a pout. He chuckled and left them on.
“Look who’s got the seduce-the-professor fantasy now.” His eyes narrowed, their heat consuming her.
Feeling empowered by his desire, she said, “I just want you to see me clearly, so you never forget this night.”
His smile turned sinful as he locked his hands behind his head, giving her complete control.Oh goodness, where to start?Her eyes swept over him.
She kissed him punishingly slow, earning a heady groan.
“Ah, my man likes that,” she teased. “Mine?” she whispered tentatively as she ran her finger over his lips. She wanted to roar it out to the world from the rooftops.
“All yours, baby.”
Oh, how she loved hearing those words, and knowing he was staying at the Cape made them even morereal.
