She waited. But he didn’t do the expected. Instead he leaned against the door, his hands on either side of her head, as he moved close enough so that the tips of her breasts brushed against his chest.
A tidal wave of lust swamped her. She arched against the door, hungry for more, but he denied her. Instead he dipped his head and kissed her again until she couldn’t think about anything else except the fact that she might explode any minute if he didn’t touch her.
“So,” he murmured, drawing back, “if the answer is yes, what’s the question?” One of his eyebrows arched.
“What is will you touch me, please,” she rasped.
His eyes sparked with a wicked, amused gleam. “Ding. You win.”
He stepped closer, taking the weight off his hands as he trailed hot, moist kisses down her chin and neck to her breasts. Finally one of his broad, warm hands cupped her left breast as his mouth found the nipple of its twin. He didn’t tweak or knead. He didn’t grope. He touched with such unbelievable skill that she could hardly bear it.
“Oh, God,” she hissed, arching against his touch and giving him unfettered access. “Don’t stop, please.” She had never begged a man before. But she’d never been teased so unmercifully either.
“I have no intention of stopping until I touch every square inch of your incredible body,” he said.
There was nothing incredible about her body, but in that moment, she believed him. And then he started kissing her again, from her mouth down her neck to her breasts, and then Matt fell onto his knees and drew her panties down and started all over again with his touches and kisses until he’d turned Courtney into a quivering mass of sexual longing.
Courtney was delicious in so many ways. Her curvy bod, the soft skin over her belly and thighs. Her unbelievable scent, musky and sweet at the same time. Her taste. Salty, womanly, and utterly unique.
He wanted to give her an orgasm but not here, not against the door. So he left her right on the brink.
“No,” she said. “Please don’t—”
He was a total jerk to leave her like that, but he wanted her to have the best possible memory when she walked out of here tomorrow, and his instincts told him that taking her into the bedroom and starting all over again would be better.
So he stood up, breathless and aching for her.
“Why did you stop?”
He didn’t answer the question. Instead he performed the He-Man maneuver, pulling her up into his arms and carrying her across the threshold of his bedroom. Which, now that he’d entered it, was not as neat as it should have been for a night between the sheets. But it was too late now. He hadn’t exactly put his bed frame together. His mattress and box spring sat directly on the floor, surrounded by boxes and suitcases he’d yet to unpack.
She didn’t seem to notice, thank God. Instead she had her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder, and her gaze locked firmly with his.
Matt believed that every woman was a beautiful creation, but Courtney was more than beautiful. That slightly skewed gaze gave her a sultry innocence that made him want to introduce her to every possible nuance in the Kama Sutra. Of course she wasn’t a virgin; she just looked like one. And he had a feeling she might even be willing to venture beyond the restraints of convention.
Not that he was into kink particularly. But he had a very specific fantasy that involved cheerleaders, and Courtney would look outstanding in a tight little sweater and a short little skirt.
She looked outstanding naked too.
He gently placed her on the bed. “Now, where were we?” he asked, but before he could climb in after her, she rose on one elbow and put up the universal stop sign with the palm of her hand.
“Stop,” she said. A wave of untamed frustration washed through him, but he stopped.
“What? Did you change—”
“Strip. I want to see the goods,” she said, a wicked glimmer in her baby blues.
“The goods?” He gave her a supremely confident smile.
She nodded and bit her lip, sending uncontrolled lust coursing through him. The next time they did this, he was going to ask her if she’d suck on a lollipop while he watched. She’d probably slap him if he asked for something like that, especially since she was so hung up about being older than him. Oh, if she only knew.
“Okay,” he said, his voice husky.
She’d already unzipped his zipper, so it was easy to shuck out of his jeans and boxers all in one quick motion.
“Oh,” she said on a little breath.
“Do I pass the test?”
She nodded. “Absolutely.” Her smile was wonderfully naughty.
“Okay, your turn. Take down your hair while I watch.”
She seemed surprised for a moment, but then she smiled like Botticelli’s Venus emerging from her shell. She raised her arms and slowly pulled out bobby pins, scattering them across his bedroom. He groaned as her dark hair tumbled down over her shoulders.
“How’s that?” she asked as she settled back into his pillows, stacking her arms behind her head.
She left him speechless and breathing hard.
“Come on, Matt, a girl can’t wait forever.”
Neither could a guy. He climbed into the bed with a clear agenda in his mind. But he lost all control over his mind when she rolled him over and proceeded to fulfill several of his most intimate fantasies. After which he returned the favor. Several times. Well into the wee hours of the morning.
Chapter Eleven
Courtney’s cheek peeled away from Matt’s warm, sexy chest as she raised her head to identify the noise that had awakened her. The kittens raced up and down
