THE DEAL by Marsh, Nicola (electronic reader txt) 📕

she experienced a moment of startling clarity. Despite her doubts and fears, she needed him to make love to her. Not only needed him, she burned for him. Tonight may be the only chance she had and she was going to grab it with both hands. It would give her something to hold onto after they parted, a precious memory she could treasure.

Sliding her hands around his butt, she pulled him against her. “I want you more than you’ll ever know,” she breathed, leaning back so that they were only joined at the hips, his hands supporting her back.

“You’re beautiful. It’s time we got you out of these clothes.”

She looked down for the first time. “I’m all wet.”

He grinned as he slowly peeled the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders. “I should hope so.”

Her breath caught as his thumbs grazed the side of her breasts, his husky voice heightening her awareness of how wet she was and where.

“Shouldn’t we go back to our room?” The question came out a squeal, as he stripped her dress to the floor, knelt before her and pressed his lips to her stomach.

“All in good time, sweetheart. I’ve locked the door, so we won’t be disturbed here. Besides,” his tongue laved her navel, turning her legs to jelly, “I don’t think I can wait that long.”

She clung to him and closed her eyes, entwining her fingers in his hair, allowing wave after unadulterated wave of pleasure to wash over her as he placed his mouth over her most intimate place.

“Matt,” she moaned, encouraging him to strip away the flimsy satin between his mouth and her ecstasy. All conscious thought vanished as he eased her panties down and recaptured her with his mouth.

Her knees threatening to buckle as his mouth continued its exploration. “Matt, I need to sit down.” Her fingers clenched, entangled in his hair as his tongue travelled up her stomach to her breast, licking the entire way.

“Feeling a bit shaky, huh?” he murmured, as he eased her down on the lounge.

She wriggled into the plump cushions, savouring the feel of crisp cotton against her bare skin and beckoned him with her index finger. “Not any more. Time to return the favour.”

Matt tensed as he lowered his body into her outstretched arms, desperately trying to stay in control. The moisture on his skin had evaporated with the heat generated between their bodies, only to be replaced with a light film of sweat as she ran her hands down his torso. He almost lost it as her fingers slid under the elastic of his briefs and brushed him.

He groaned as her fingers closed around him and started stroking, her feather-light touch stoking his fire until he was sure he’d spontaneously combust.

“Can I take these off?” Her soft question surprised him, the uncertainty in her voice in stark contrast to the experienced touch of her hand.

Their gazes locked, the vulnerability in her green depths tugging at his heart. He leaned forward and clasped her head, caressing her ears with his thumbs. “Go for it.” His heart lifted in response to her tremulous smile. “Though I won’t be responsible for my actions after that...”

“I’m willing to take the risk,” she responded, her stare never leaving his for an instant as she shimmied down the lounge and peeled his wet briefs down. He almost passed out as her breast brushed his erection, the sight of her naked body between his legs driving him to the edge.

“I need you now, Kara.” An urgent plea from a man on the brink. Thankfully, she heard the desperation in his voice and proceeded to stop torturing him as she lay her luscious body on top of his.

“I’m all yours,” she whispered as her lips grazed his.

Needing little encouragement, he flipped her over in one smooth move. Kara gasped, her breath driven from her by his weight and his eager touch. His lips fused with hers as he deftly stroked her to the edge and beyond, her ecstatic cry lost in his endless kiss.

Filled with a scorching heat that had turned her muscles to mush, Kara was barely aware as he reached for a foil packet hidden somewhere in his discarded briefs. Where he’d managed to stash it, she’d never know. Lost in the heat of the moment, she’d almost forgotten the essentials.

“Just give me a second and I’ll be right with you.”

Heat suffused her cheeks as she watched him deftly tear open the pack. He glanced up at her and smiled, a smile laden with promise. Emboldened, she reached for the condom. “Why don’t you let me do that?”

He raised an eyebrow and handed it over . He quivered beneath her touch as she sheathed him, allowing her hand to stroke him in the process.

“You’re a vixen,” he muttered, “and rather than wiping that smile off your face, I think it’s time I enhanced it.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispered, as her body arched upwards to meet his, begging for a deeper touch. He grasped her butt and lifted her hips, sliding deep inside with a powerful thrust.

“Wow,” she said, amazed at the feel of him within her.

His mouth stilled as he looked at her, doubt evident in the endless blue depths of his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

His concern touched her, though it wasn’t what she needed right now.

“I’m fine. In fact, better than I’ve been in a long time.” She lifted her thighs to lock her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper inside. “How about you?”

In response, he eased out and thrust again, over and over, setting a rhythm that drove them closer to the edge. Blood rushed to every tingling part of her body as their rocking increased, the fevered tempo raising her to a frenzied completion. Her insides convulsed