Expecting His Child: The Pregnancy Plot / Staking His Claim / A Tricky Proposition. Tessa RadleyЧитать онлайн книгу.
her, the outside world dissolved.
With a groan, she closed her eyes and put all she had into that kiss. She welcomed his tongue when it roughly invaded her mouth. She murmured her acquiescence when his hand cupped her breast then teased her aching nipple into eager hardness. And she offered no resistance when he fisted his other hand in her hair, pulling her down. His roughness excited her, making her groin ache. Already her breath was coming out heavy, and as she went to her knees on the carpet, she reached for his shirt, fumbling for the buttons.
After a second—a long-drawn out, painful second—she muffled a curse and instead, ripped his shirt open. The buttons went flying but she didn’t care. She just needed to feel his skin, trail her hands along his smooth chest, then follow it with her mouth.
He sucked in a breath when her questing fingers found his nipple. “Matt...” she purred, her smile widening at his guttural response. “Take me to bed.”
Matt groaned. When had she managed to turn the tables on him? He was supposed to be in control, making the decisions here. He had a plan, a damn good one. Yet one kiss from AJ’s lush mouth and he was panting like a dog in heat, prepared to let everything fall to pieces.
“We need to—”
“What, Matt?” She tweaked his nipple and he gasped, lust exploding in his belly. “What do we need?”
“We should—” He squeezed his eyes shut as her other hand descended, cupping his hard manhood.
“We should...” Her mouth parted again and he leaned down to take it like a thirsty man. She was so very hot, scorching him with her hands and lips and sweet body. He cupped her breast again, marveling at the lush curves on such a lean frame before pulling aside her tank top and releasing the glorious fullness.
He ripped his mouth free from hers and fastened his lips on her nipple with a satisfied groan.
Her gasp echoed off the walls as he tongued the nub, gently using his teeth and lips until it hardened beneath his ministrations. “You taste so sweet, Angel. So very sweet,” he muttered, dragging his mouth across the soft globe, then rubbing his stubbled chin over her nipple.
He was rewarded with another gasp, and with lust thundering through his veins, his groin painfully hard and every sense eager and ready to go, he finally gave in.
He hooked his thumbs in her pants and swiftly pulled them down.
After a brief caress and an appreciative murmur, he gently spread her knees, his hand diving between her legs.
Her gasp sent hot, urgent desire flooding his senses, and when he felt her wobble, he placed a steadying hand on her, while with the other he parted her folds and firmly eased one finger into her damp warmth.
She trembled so sweetly, it was hard to get control, but he did, and when he slid his finger deeper, making deep circular motions inside, her voice gurgled in her throat.
“You like that?” he murmured, tipping her forward so his lips met her neck. She nodded her agreement, squeezing him inside.
He paused. “More?”
“Yes.” It was a plea and they both knew it, but they were past the point of caring right now. He slowly pulled out before easing back in with two fingers this time.
The tightness made her gasp, her eyes widening as she stared right into his. They were dark like an abyss, passion bleeding them black.
Then he started to move, to glide in and out, and the delicious friction overtook everything else.
He gave himself over to pure sensation, to the smell of their passion, her gentle murmurs and heavy breath, to the way she rocked her hips as he gradually coaxed her higher and higher.
“Matt,” she finally managed to gasp. “Please...faster!”
He did as she asked, diving deep, building the moment, teasing and arousing until inevitably, she was right there on the edge.
“Yes,” he muttered, his mouth going to her breast again, teeth grazing her nipple.
And then he gently bit down and she exploded with a wrenching cry.
Matt clung to the last remnants of control as she enveloped him, the sensual beat pulsating, filling him to bursting. And then there it was, that gloriously sweet release when she came for him, when she was finally and irrevocably vulnerable beneath his hands. He’d done that and, damn, he felt like he could take on a whole army right now.
Except he was barely holding on and his erection was killing him.
With his hand still intimately holding her, he tried to undo his pants with one hand.
With a soft curse, he sighed. AJ shifted and suddenly her hands were at his belt, undoing it with deft fingers.
His grin matched hers until she hesitated, teeth nibbling her bottom lip as wide eyes met his.
“I can’t do this with you...with me...” She shifted then and Matt got it. “Right.”
Slowly, gently, he withdrew, and the sweet sound of her breath hissing out and the sudden musky scent of sex permeating the air made his blood race. They exchanged a knowing look, a look of lovers who knew exactly what was to come.
He took in her passion-brightened eyes, the way her lips curved as she silently yanked down his pants and boxers. He kicked them off, peeled away the tattered remnants of his shirt then reached for her.
They both sighed, lips exploring each other for a brief moment until Matt guided her backward to the desk. Cradling her firm bottom in his hand, he lifted her up, sliding her across the top and scattering the papers and pens in the process. Then he eased her leg around his waist and sure enough, she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. She swiftly brought her other leg around, linking her ankles at the small of his back. Her heels dug into his butt and he repositioned himself, eyes locked on hers. Her breath puffed over his cheek as she leaned in, eager and ready, and his lips caressed the careening pulse in her neck, breathing in the glorious scent of her damp skin.
And then he plunged in and it felt like the whole world skidded to a standstill.
Thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum. The beat throbbed hard and loud in his ears as her wet tightness completely surrounded him, a sweetly painful yet glorious sensation that grew as he struggled for control.
He grabbed her thighs, fingers digging into her pliant flesh as he shuddered. In the back of his mind he registered the odd thought—this desk is a perfect height—until she reached up and kissed him.
He devoted a few moments to her mouth, then finally began to move, slowly at first, then with a steady rhythm she quickly picked up on. Her hips thrust to meet his. With a groan he tipped her, angling deeper.
Their shocked gasps came out as one.
“Yes,” she murmured, her hot breath in his ear, lips nipping his jaw. “Yes.”
Sweat slicked them as they slid together, skin on skin. Muscles stretched and moved harmoniously until slowly a familiar tightness gripped his belly. Matt gritted his teeth, thighs clenching, but still he kept going, blinded by AJ’s passionate words in his ear, her sweet breath on his neck and her soft, pliable lips tilting up to receive his mouth. He kept going until he began to feel the swell of orgasm build, rushing closer and closer the more he sank into her hot, welcoming core.
“Angel...” he got out through gritted teeth. “I think—”
“Me, too,” she panted, her eyes tight, face straining. “Please, Matt, I need...”
He knew. He knew because he needed it, too. Time stood still and all he could do was suck in a thick breath and focus on her glorious expression as she finally, sweetly, came for him a second time. With a triumphant cry Matt let himself go, breath exploding like a drowning man coming up for air as he spilled into her.
Everything vibrated, pulsated, and his skin felt like someone had ripped a layer off. He shifted, wincing as his