She began to cry then, big, fat tears she couldn’t explain. She cried as if her heart were breaking, probably terrifying him, but she couldn’t stop. She cried like she’d come, with an out-of-control effort that left her drained and shaken.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, feeling his skin get wet beneath her cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He stroked her hair, then kissed her forehead. “Just relax. I’m here.”
He was there and he didn’t sound the least bit freaked out. She managed to get her tears under control. “Why aren’t you running as hard and as fast as you can?”
He smiled. “Why would I?”
“Because I’m a mess. I’m supposed to be glowing, not losing control. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
He cupped her face, then wiped her tears. “I love you, Jess. Every part of you. You feel what you feel.”
He loved her? Seriously?
Her heart stopped. She felt it freeze in her chest. How could he love her? She wasn’t close to being anyone he should care about.
“Matt, you can’t.”
His answer was to kiss her. A gentle kiss filled with promise. She kissed him back, wanting to show him how much this meant to her. There had never been anyone like him before, anyone who cared. Sure, guys had told her they loved her, but only because they thought they had to so she would have sex with them.
He ran his hands up and down her body, touching her as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She touched him back, then tugged at his belt.
He stepped back. While he pulled off the rest of his clothes, she got into bed and stretched out on the sheets. When he was naked, he moved next to her and stroked her. She saw the condom in his other hand.
Because that’s just how he was, she thought, fighting tears again. He would protect her and take care of her, no matter what.
She pushed him onto his back and smiled down at him. “Brace yourself, big guy.”
He laughed. “I can take it.”
“I hope so.”
She kissed him on the mouth, then trailed down his neck to his chest. Her hair was loose and stroked him as she moved.
She paused long enough to lick his nipples, then blow on them. From the corner of her eye, she saw his hands close into fists, as if he were fighting for control.
Good. She wanted to amaze him as much as he’d amazed her.
She continued kissing her way down his muscled stomach, then shifted so she knelt between his thighs. When she was in place, she took the condom from him and opened it, but didn’t put it on him. Not yet. Then she leaned down and took him in her mouth.
She moved up and down a couple of times, retreated and licked the tip. He exhaled with a hiss. She closed her lips around him and sucked, then used her tongue to caress him.
Blood pulsed, making him even harder. His thighs tensed.
“Jesse,” he groaned and reached for her.
She knew what he meant. Not like this. Not the first time. He wanted to be inside of her and she wanted that, too.
She slipped on the condom, then straddled him, taking all of him in one movement.
He filled her so completely, she nearly cried out. It was almost too much, she thought, then eased up and down again, more slowly. Her body stretched, adjusting to his arousal. She bent forward and braced herself on the bed. He reached up and cupped her hips.
“Jesse,” he said, his voice strained and low.
She smiled. This was what she wanted-the chance to please him. She let him set the pace with his hold on her. She slid up and down, wanting to push him to the edge.
“Come with me,” he told her.
“No. I want to watch.”
She pushed down again and felt him stiffen. She moved faster, forcing him over the edge. He held on to her, as if trying to keep control, then he groaned again and was lost.
She rode him until the hands at her hips held her still. His eyes closed, his features tightened. She waited until he looked at her, then she bent down and kissed him.
“I love you, Matt.”
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so that he was on top, then kissed her. “I love you more.”
“Impossible.”
“Want to bet?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“I’ll prove it.”
She laughed. “I can’t wait to see you try.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JESSE SAT DRINKING her morning coffee, trying to wake up. For once she didn’t have to be at the bakery in the predawn hours, so sleeping in until seven was a treat. Or it would have been if she’d been able to sleep. Unfortunately, she’d had a restless night, unable to relax. When she’d finally dozed off, she’d dreamed about Matt. He’d haunted her with his kiss and his touch until she’d awakened uncomfortably aroused.
It was because of what had happened in his office, she thought with a sigh. Because of how he’d made her feel. She’d wanted to give him everything, had wanted to surrender to what he offered. The incredible passion she remembered so well still lived between them and it wasn’t a place she could go. Not until she was sure of him. Or maybe not until she was sure of herself.
She cradled her mug of coffee in both hands and breathed in the scent as Paula hurried into the kitchen.
“Do you know where to look?” the other woman asked as she handed over the paper.
The ad for the new brownies along with the coupon was supposed to be in today’s paper. “I don’t have any idea,” Jesse said, feeling both nervous and terrified. “For all I know, Nicole decided not to go forward with any of it.”
“She wouldn’t do that.”
Jesse wasn’t so sure. Her sister was pretty angry at her these days.
She divided the paper into sections, gave Paula half then began turning pages, looking for the quarter-page ad they were supposed to buy. She’d barely started looking when Paula began to laugh.
“It doesn’t matter what she did,” Paula said. “If you’re right about her, she’s going to be so pissed.”
“Why?”
Paula tightened the belt on her robe, then sank onto one of the kitchen chairs. She cleared her throat and began to read.
“I confess I’m not a baked-goods kind of person. Scones leave me cold. Coffee cake makes me yawn. But I’m a huge fan of chocolate, so when a friend raved about the new brownies at the famous Keyes Bakery, I figured I’d give them a try. After all, a reporter has to be willing to do the really hard work. So I went in and bought one of each of the brownies. They’re available with and without nuts.”
Paula looked up and grinned. “Brace yourself, Jesse.”
Jesse nodded, unable to do anything but listen and pray that the review was good.
“Seattle, we have a new nirvana. Forget the mocha-cinnos, the double-shot lattes and any other form of decadent delights in your life. Drop whatever it is you’re doing and head directly to the Keyes Bakery. Order as many of their brownies as you can afford, then indulge yourself with a delicious, rich, incredible chocolate treat that will give you a rush unlike any you’ve ever experienced.”
Paula continued reading, but Jesse wasn’t listening. She didn’t have to. The brownies were a hit. She’d done it. She started to laugh. It was going to be a very good day.
