One Night Forever (The Cinderella Chronicles) (11 page)

His index fingers traced
the top of the material. “Nice.”

She wasn’t sure if he
meant the lingerie or her breasts. Either way, there was something
primal and raw in his voice. Something that inched beneath her
surface and made her heart drum in her chest. God, she wanted him.
How many times had she wished for a second night with
him?

Just one more.

She was going to savor
this opportunity, and enjoy him completely.

She wanted to touch him,
and see his naked body.

Lauren reached for his
shirt and tugged it from his pants. She looked him in the eyes,
quelling the terrified feeling in her stomach. The one that said
she might regret this later. Her resolve was heavy. The meek little
good girl inside her would not win. Okay, so she was never meek.
But a good girl? Yes. No. Not anymore.

Not with Matt.

“
We do things
even,” she said with only the slightest tremble to her voice. “I
lose a piece of clothing, then so do you.”

A slow smile slid onto
his lips. He reached over his shoulder with one hand. In a quick
motion, he pulled his polo shirt over his head, flexing his muscles
in a delicious way as he did so, and then tossing it to the
floor.

Her teeth found her
bottom lip as she took in his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and
abundance of rippling muscle. The man was made like he belonged on
a calendar.

“
Nice,” she
whispered, repeating his response to her.

He laughed—a soft, sexy
sound that disappeared into her mouth as he pulled her close and
kissed her.

Matt soaked in Lauren’s
response, kissing her, and absorbing her unique flavor. He loved
the contrasting sides to her. So sweet and innocent but not. His
fingers trailed the skin on her neck. He could smell roses. Soft
and alluring. She was like an addiction, sweet as chocolate, as
potent as a drug.

Anticipating her
resistance, he’d been afraid she wouldn’t show up. But he knew she
wanted this as much as he did. The fire between them was simply too
hot. And now, touching him, her hands all over his body, she was
driving him crazy. She seemed bolder tonight. Ready. Her hand slid
over his belt and cupped his cock. Then, showing she still held
inhibitions, she started to retreat. To remove her hand. He grabbed
it and pressed it to his throbbing body.

“
Don’t stop,”
he said, pulling back from their kiss enough to whisper against her
lips. Lauren’s finger slid along the fabric of his slacks and
traced the head of his erection. Hunger drove him to claim her
mouth again. This time with urgency he didn’t try to hold back. He
explored her body, hands roaming. Palming the lush fullness of one
breast and pinching the nipple.

She clung to him,
whimpering in a soft, sexy way that only pushed him deeper into the
lust-filled haze of the night. Somehow he unhooked her bra and
disposed of it. He pulled back from their kiss, as he filled both
hands with her breasts, pinching her rosy nipples and watching them
respond.

She moaned. Not a
whimper. A full-blown, hold-nothing-back moan. He loved her sounds.
She wasn’t quiet about her pleasure. He liked that a lot. She let
him know when he made her feel good. “I love your nipples,” he told
her, twirling one with his index finger.

She didn’t respond. Not
that he expected her to. “I’ve had this recurrent fantasy about
you.”

Her eyes went to his.
“What?”

“
That’s
right,” he said. What he didn’t tell her was how crazy some of his
thoughts of her had been. At times, he’d convinced himself she was
“the one” who got away. Now, he just wanted to fuck her out of his
system. And from what he could tell, she wanted and needed the same
thing. They fucked. They got over each other. Simple. It had worked
in the past and it would work with Lauren. “I was far from done
with you after that first night. Proven by the fact that I still
have vivid memories. Do you?”

He kept playing with her
nipples and her hands went to his wrists as if stabilizing herself.
“Do I what?”

“
Have vivid
memories of that night with me?”

She visibly swallowed.
“Yes,” Lauren whispered.

There was a flash of
emotion in her big, green eyes. A hint of insecurity, yet, she’d
been brave and answered with the truth. Damn, she got to him. A
part of him wanted to grab her and make sweet love to her. But,
this was about sex and games, not tenderness and love. They worked
together. It had to be this way. That thought made him push her.
“What about fantasies about us together?”

Her lashes lowered.
“Yes.” The word barely came out.

“
Do you have
the courage to act out them out?”

Chapter Thirteen

Lauren stared at Matt,
looking a bit dazed. Then, without a word, she reached for her
skirt. He took a step backward, giving her room to undress as he
fingered his hook. Watching her watch him. It took him only moments
to rid himself of his clothes but he didn’t want her completely
naked. In her tiny white lace panties, thigh-high hose, and black
high-heels, she looked like perfection.

“
Leave the
rest. I like it.” He gripped his throbbing cock. “Can’t you
tell?”

She wet her lips, looking
down at his erection. He sensed her nervousness, yet she stepped
forward and replaced his hands with one of hers. Her palm wrapped
the width, and then slowly slid to the tip.

Matt gave into the
pleasure, letting his eyes shut as she stroked the sensitive
underside of his swollen tip, and then spread his moisture on the
sensitive skin. An edgy kind of pleasure built inside. Sensations
spiraled through his nerve endings, starting with her touch and
radiating like a pulse through the rest of his body. It would be so
easy to lose control with Lauren. He had been yearning for this day
for so very long. But he couldn’t let things get rushed. Not
tonight.

This was the beginning of
a fantasy rather than the end. Of that he was quite certain.
Forcing his eyes open, he reached for her wrist. “Turn
around.”

Her eyes widened.
“What?”

“
Turn around,”
he repeated. “We’ve done this before. You know what I want. Don’t
argue.” Matt loved her ass. Besides, this was one night she needed
to be controlled. If he gave her time to think, she’d talk herself
out of what they had together. Out of exploring what might be in
the future.

For a split second,
Lauren looked like she might refuse. Then, slowly, she did as he
said, giving him a view of her damn fine ass with only a G-string
between her well-rounded cheeks. Her long brown hair streamed down
her creamy white back like a silken veil. It was a sexy as hell
vision. He wanted to fuck her just like this, with her ass in his
hands. He ran his finger along the thin string, between those lush
cheeks, and she tensed. It did nothing to deter him.

Matt knew what he wanted
and he intended to have it. To take her. To let her know he was
claiming their passion and that she couldn’t run from it. And if he
let her, she’d hide. He knew that as well.

He palmed one side of her
ass and squeezed. “Lean on the bed.”

She looked over her
shoulder at him for a moment, and then turned, pressing her knees
to the mattress. “Hands on the bed,” he ordered.

She did as he said and
Matt simply stood there, looking at her—no, admiring her—his cock
throbbing with the demand to slide inside her silky soft entrance.
He wrapped his palm around his cock trying to ease the discomfort.
The demand of his body.

“
Matt,” Lauren
whispered with desperation in her voice, leaning so that she could
peek at him without adjusting her position.

“
Just stay
there, sweetheart. You have no idea how hot you look.” But he
stepped forward, not in answer to her plea. Instead, he answered
the call of his body. He simply had to feel the slick wetness of
her body. Had to. The condom could wait. One hand around his
erection, he slid it between her thighs, dipping into the slick,
warm proof of her arousal.

For a moment, he simply
reveled in the delicious feel of her body against his. “You’re so
fucking beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his throbbing erection
along her lips, pushing her panties to the side. “Want
this?”

“
Yes,” she
gasped.

He dipped his sensitive
head inside her, fighting the sensations that drew him to drive
into her. Instead, he pulled back out. “Are you sure?”

“
Yes, damn
you.”

He laughed and pulled
away, smacking her lightly on the ass. “Don’t move.” In a matter of
moments he’d grabbed a stash of condoms and started opening a
package. He didn’t want to use it but what if she wasn’t still on
the Pill? And even if she was, what if she didn’t want to risk what
she had in those moments of passion once before? Yearning to be
inside her drove him to act fast.

“
Forget the
condom,” she whispered. “Just hurry.”

Thank God. He tossed
aside the rubber, and grabbed the sides of her panties, pulling
them down her hips. For a brief moment, she turned and stared at
him. Her eyelids were heavy with desire. Beautiful and dark with
passion.

But she turned and
pressed her knees back into the mattress, telling him without words
she was eager for what came next. And, he was more than eager to
please. Positioning himself behind her, Matt guided his thick
length to the warm calling of her body.

He’d have liked to tease
a little more. To build the tension. But, free to take her,
restraint slipped, and he sunk deep. Sweet, blissful pleasure
spread through his body, potent in its intensity. Tight and wet,
her muscles squeezed his cock with insistence. Begging him to stay.
To pleasure her. Finally joined with her, Matt felt both relief and
the driving need for more. He liked the buildup forming inside.
Liked knowing they would explode. Be pushed over the edge. He
leaned forward, wrapping his body around hers, and sliding his
hands all over her body, filling his hands with her
breasts.

Then, he stood again,
anchoring himself with his hands on her ass, and watching as his
cock slid slowly backwards. The image was both arousing and erotic.
Several times he slid his full length to her depths and slowly
backed out until just the tip lingered. And then, just barely
inside her lips, he lunged hard. She whimpered and he did it
again.

Had he ever wanted a
woman like this?

Crazy with need, he
wanted to ravish her. To drive into her until they became one.
Lauren pushed against him, driving her hips against his pelvis,
asking without words for more. Telling him she felt the urgency he
did. He ran his hands down the sides of her legs, and up her
thighs, and then circled her tiny waist for better leverage. Over
and over he hit her core. And with a loud cry, Lauren arched her
back and neck, pushing him deeper as her body clenched at him,
signaling the start of her orgasm. The feel of her pleasure, of her
rippling contractions pushed him over the edge. A roar of absolute
wildness tore from his throat as he exploded. It felt like his
release was being yanked from the very center of his body, the
completeness of the ecstasy like an all-consuming eruption. He
trembled and shook and then, finally, stilled.

When he pulled out of
her, he felt regret. A loss. The need to keep her close. This had
been crazy, hard sex. And again, he felt the crazy need to make
slow love to her. To show her how much he enjoyed her. She crawled
onto the bed, and he cleaned up, eager to get back to her. Afraid
she would pull away. She sat up and turned to look at
him.

Matt sat down on the
mattress, and reached for her, relieved when she came readily.
“Come here,” he said, maneuvering so they lay on the bed spoon
style. It would be easier to keep things in perspective if he
wasn’t looking at her. But he couldn’t stop himself from saying
what came to mind. “I’m really glad you’re here, Lauren.” He
nuzzled her temple, gently trailing a finger down her neck. The
soft, sweet smell she wore seemed to dance along his nerve endings
and give him a funny feeling in his stomach.

Like nothing a woman had
ever made him feel. Lauren. She was different. It should make him
run. After all, relationships fed complications. And with a woman
he worked with there were all kinds of dangers. Yet, since she
cared for her career as much as he did his, their affair should be
perfect. Simple. Packed with pleasure. He nipped her
earlobe.

“
Um,” she
murmured. “That feels good.”

He kissed the spot he’d
just teased. “You feel good, Lauren. So damn good.”

* * * * *

Lauren woke to the warm
feeling of perfection. A feeling she’d known once before—Matt. He
was holding her close, big arm around her waist and one leg over
hers. As if he meant to keep her from escape. The thought made her
smile. He’d been insatiable, making love to her more times than she
thought a man capable of in such a short few hours. Yet she didn’t
think she would ever get enough of him. She couldn’t see the clock,
but instinct told her it was time to go home. It had to be late. Or
rather early. She needed to shower and dress for work.