A Sure Thing?

'You've aroused a lot more than that. And just by sitting there.'

'Hmmm. Imagine what might happen if I put a little effort into it.'

'I have been imagining it. Constantly.' His gaze dropped to her mouth and feminine satisfaction surged through her at his low groan. Leaning toward her, he whispered, 'I really like your lips.'

With the decision made, she didn't attempt to hold back the desire and need and anticipation pumping hot through her veins. She reached out and whispered the tip of her index finger over his mouth. 'I really like your lips, too. Would you like me to show you how much?'

The fire in his gaze scorched her. He grasped her hand and pressed a kiss in the center of her palm. 'Oh, yeah.'

'Let's go.'

Since they'd already signed the check, charging their meals to the room, they stood. Matt held out his hand. Without hesitation Jilly entwined her fingers with his, and they left the restaurant.

They crossed the lobby, and it was all Jilly could do not to give in to the urge to run across the pale marble floor, dragging him along in her haste. Her hands positively itched with the need to touch him. Her skin felt tight and hot, and she couldn't wait to get this dress off her. And his hands on her. She toyed with the idea of pulling him into an alcove and kissing him until they couldn't breathe. But she knew that once they started, there'd be no stopping, so starting in a public place was not a good idea.

As they neared the elevators, she asked, 'What's our condom situation?'

'Under control.'

Thank God. Because at the moment, it was about the only thing that was. She couldn't recall ever feeling so impatient for a man's touch. To feel his skin against hers. Taste his lips.

Just play it cool 'til you get to the room, her inner voice said soothingly. Yeah, she could do that.

The instant the elevator doors enclosed them in privacy, however, he yanked her against him, and all thoughts of cool were incinerated by his fiery kiss. His tongue explored her mouth while his strong hands streaked down her back, molding her closer. She arched into him, reveling in the feel of his erection pressing against her belly. Plunging her fingers through his thick hair, she savored the silky heat of his mouth.

The doors opened, and still wrapped around each other, alternately kissing and laughing, they headed awkwardly down the corridor to their room. Matt reached into his pants pocket and frowned. After a quick pat-down of his other pockets, he said, nipping his way across her jawline, 'I don't have my key. Must have forgotten it when I came back for my phone earlier.'

'I have mine.' At the door Jilly turned away from him and fumbled impatiently in her purse. Standing behind her, Matt wrapped his arms around her waist and gently bit the side of her neck.

Her eyes glazed over. 'That's not helping me find my key,' she said in a shaky voice.

'You need to be more careful and keep your key at the ready,' he whispered against her ear, his warm breath showering shivers of delight through her. 'You never know who might be lurking about.'

'This seemed like a pretty safe hallway-till now.'

'Exactly. What if someone came up behind you?' His arms tightened around her waist, and she leaned back against his long, muscular body, absorbing his heat, reveling in the tensile strength of those arms, and the press of his erection against her buttocks.

Turning her head, she nipped her teeth against his jaw. 'I guess they'd get me.'

An agonized groan rumbled in his throat. 'I can't wait.'

'You can't be any more anxious than me. I have nine months, three weeks and nineteen days to make up for.'

'You're kidding.'

'I'm not.'

He nuzzled her neck. 'Well, I'm at your disposal and more than happy to help. Have you found the key yet?'

Her fingers closed over the plastic key card. 'Got it. Listen, is hard and fast all right with you for the first time?'

He pressed his erection tighter against her buttocks and slid one hand up to cup her breast, eliciting a gasp from her. 'You even need to ask? If you don't hurry up and open the door, hard and fast is going to happen right here in the hall.'

She yanked the key from her small, beaded bag, then jammed the card into the slot. Matt followed her into the room. The instant the door clicked shut, all bets were off. Splaying her hands against his chest, she backed him against the wall. His mouth came down on hers in a hot, wild, openmouthed kiss at the same time his impatient fingers undid her chignon and then plunged his hands into the loosened locks. She moaned, and arched against him, rubbing her pelvis against his erection while his hands skimmed over her hips, urging her closer.

Impatience and fire raced through her. Feeling like a volcano on the verge of eruption, she shoved her hands under his cashmere sweater, smoothing her palms up his ridged abdomen. Breaking off their kiss, she tugged the soft wool upward. 'Off.'

While he yanked the sweater over his head, she retreated one step and applied herself to the zipper on the back of her dress.

After he toed off his shoes and yanked off his socks, he set his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. 'Let me,' he said in a harsh rasp. He lowered the zipper with a quick, fluid tug. Turning her to face him, he slid the material down her body, the sleek texture abrading her oversensitive, aroused skin. Releasing the dress, the silk puddled at her feet, leaving her clad in her lacy black bra, wisp-of-satin black panties, lace-topped thigh-high stockings and her heels. Breathing choppy, heart rapping against her ribs with rapid-fire beats, she reached for his belt.

He turned them so that her back now pressed against the wall. His mouth captured hers in another deep, tongue-dancing, frantic kiss. While she battled his stubborn belt buckle with clumsy, impatient fingers, he flicked open the front clasp of her bra and filled his hands with her aching breasts, teasing her already rigid nipples until she thought she'd scream. He left her lips and blazed hot, openmouthed kisses down her neck, then bent his head to draw her taut nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.

A gasp of delight escaped her, and temporarily abandoning his belt, she dropped her head back against the wall, and tunneled her fingers into his silky hair. Arching upward, she urged him to take more, and he obliged, his tongue and teeth and lips worshiping her breasts until her thighs trembled, and the musky scent of her feminine arousal rose between them from her damp flesh.

With a low, guttural growl his hands skimmed along her sides, pushing her panties down her legs until she impatiently kicked them aside. And then his mouth was again on hers, stealing her breath. She clung to his shoulders, and her need rising to the point of desperation, she lifted one leg and hooked it around his hips. One strong, masculine hand cupped her buttocks while the other slipped between her thighs. When his fingers slid over her aching, wet feminine folds, they both groaned.

'Jilly…' His ragged breaths beat against her lips.

Need-razor sharp and demanding-seized her and she spread her legs wider. 'Now,' she ground out. 'Now.'

His fingers slid inside her, and she gasped. Her orgasm rocketed through her, ripping a low, husky oooohhh from her throat. She arched her back, reveling in the knee-weakening shudders consuming her.

When her spasms subsided, she limply clung to him, biting her lip against the pleasurable aftershocks rippling through her as he continued slowly to stroke her.

'Wow.' Leaning forward, she lightly nipped the side of his neck. 'Thanks, I needed that.'

'My pleasure.'

'Actually, it was mine. Now it's your turn.'

'Can't wait.'

With his body on the verge of detonation, Matt scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed where he set her on the comforter with a gentle bounce. She reached up for him, but he backed away, muttering, 'Condom,' simultaneously blessing the fact that he had some, and cursing the fact that they were in his damn overnight bag. Turning away from her for even an instant required an almost Herculean effort.