One Night Forever (The Cinderella Chronicles) (17 page)

With Matt inhibitions had
no home. And neither did her heart.

But when she opened the
door, a surprise waited. Candles flickered in a seductive dance
around the bedroom. Matt sat on the bed. Watching her. Waiting.
Apparently, a plan of his own in play. Perhaps, he too, had decided
they needed to get back to the basics. To the safe game of
sex.

Since this is what Lauren
wanted, why did her chest tighten with the thought?

* * * * *

A goddess.

That’s what Lauren looked
like standing in the bathroom doorway, light behind her. Matt’s
body tightened. His mouth watered. After tonight, he had a newfound
love for pink. Lauren had worn a hot pink silk blouse to work the
prior week and the color had made her green eyes sparkle like
emeralds. But what a little slice of pink silk did for her gorgeous
body…well it was nothing shy of absolute, fucking
perfection.

His cock thickened,
pressing against his zipper. “You’re sexy as hell sweetheart.” He
extended his hand feeling the rise of aggression. She did that to
him. Made him hunger deep and burn hot. “Come here.” It was an
order.

One dark brow lifted and
her eyes held a challenge. One that said, she’d come because she
wanted to. Not because he demanded so. With slow, seductive steps,
Lauren moved toward him. Each sway of her hips expanded his cock,
and made him throb.

His hands went to the
mattress, holding it tight to keep from acting too abruptly. Too
now. She paused, standing just out of his reach. “Thanks for the
lingerie.”

He should thank her. This
was one gift he benefited from. “I wondered if you wore it
today.”

“
Did you?” she
asked, a bit of a taunt in her voice.

“
You know I
did.”

“
Yes,” she
said in a soft whisper of a reply.

God, how he wanted her
beneath him. On top of him. All over him. He reached for her, but
she sidestepped. And then she was behind him on the bed, kneeling
on her knees. He tried to turn but Lauren stopped him by wrapping
her arms around his chest and whispered in his ear. “No. Stay. I’m
in charge.”

A smile tugged at his
lips. “Okay.” He felt her lips on his neck, soft and seductive.
Playing havoc with his body. Urging him to act. Matt knew his
willpower was low. “For now.”

A light scrape of her
teeth made him shiver. “Unbutton your shirt,” she said near his ear
and then nipped the lobe. Never one to disobey an order he wanted
to follow, he did as she said. All the while she touched, kissed,
and teased anywhere she could reach. Once his shirt was gone, he
felt the coolness of her hands. They slid down to his back, a
tantalizing contrast to the heat in his body.

Her mouth was on his
shoulder as her hands roamed his chest, and moved to his stomach.
Soft curves and those lush breasts pressed against his body.
Leaning backwards, he laced one hand into her hair, and urged her
mouth to his. A hungry slide of his tongue and he was tasting her.
Savoring her like fine wine. Taking her in with a deep, slow
exploration that was both sensual and hot.

Suddenly, she was sitting
across his lap. He didn’t know who had moved. Her. Him. It didn’t
really matter. She belonged there, tight against his cock, her
softness molded to his hardness. He couldn’t kiss her enough. He
couldn’t touch her enough. There would never be…enough.

Palming her breasts, Matt
kneaded, and drank her sexy little purr with a kiss. Pushing aside
the lace his fingers found her nipple. With a light twist he
plucked and pinched. At the same time, he nipped her lip with his
teeth. Her hand pressed on his chest, and her mouth
withdrew.

“
Damn you,
Matt,” she said in a hissed word, her chest rising and falling with
tantalizing results. She shifted so that she straddled
him.

He didn’t know what she
cursed him for. He could feel the V of her body over his throbbing
erection. Those were only a few things on his mind. Reaching behind
her, he went for the hook to her bra. To please her. Fuck her. No.
Make love to her. She made him so damn hot it was easy to get wild
with need.

Her hands went to his
arms as if she might stop him from removing her bra. “I said I’m in
control.”

“
You are,” he
said, finishing the clasp so that the bra fell free. Despite her
verbal resistance she shrugged away the straps. “If you weren’t I
wouldn’t feel so damn urgent.” He filled both palms with her
breasts. “Damn woman. You drive me wild.” His thumbs stroked her
nipples.

She bit her bottom lip
and he could tell she bit back a moan. But then her hips ground
into him, rubbing his cock with divine friction. He lifted off the
bed to meet her. Matt reached behind her neck, pulling her lips to
just above his. “Feel how hard I am? If that isn’t control, I don’t
know what is.”

And then they were
kissing. Wildly tasting each other. His head spun with the taste of
her. The addictive sweetness only she delivered. He could kiss her
for hours…or maybe forever. The next lap of her tongue turned maybe
into yes.

He wanted
forever.

But before he could even
process the thought fully, she pulled her mouth free, her chest
moving up and down in a fast rhythm. He could feel her heart beat
between her legs, throbbing as his cock did. Pounding a beat that
cried for completion.

“
My turn,” she
whispered, taking him off guard as she did a slow slide down his
body.

Then she started unlacing
his shoes. She made a tantalizing sight, bare-breasted with her
long hair streaming over her shoulders as she sat at his feet. A
sight like that brought out caveman-like feelings in a guy. It made
him ache to possess.

Once his shoes were gone,
she reached for his pants. Matt leaned back, fists in the mattress,
allowing her better access to his snug zipper. He lifted his hips
as she pulled down his slacks and underwear in one movement. When
he sat up again, his cock stood at attention. Straight as an arrow,
his arousal was in full display.

Lauren’s hand wrapped his
length and Matt sucked in a breath. “Very impressive,” she
murmured, sliding her palm from top to bottom several times. Her
eyes lifted to his face as her fingers slid along the
tip.

“
Lauren,” he
said in the midst of a pleasure-based sigh.

She wet her lips. And
knew what came next. As her mouth lowered to his cock, his body
burned with expectation. A low, warm breath escaped her lips,
blowing along the surface of his skin in a tease. Looking up at
him, she smiled, and then her lashes fluttered downward. Then, her
little pink tongue flicked out and touched the very tip of his
erection, circling with wet, tantalizing perfection.

He moaned.

With a gentle suction she
took the head into her mouth, and her tongue slid along the lower
side. Matt’s hand instinctively went to her head, his fingers
delving in the soft strands of her hair. Lauren treated him like an
ice cream cone, licking from top to bottom with long, sultry
strokes of her tongue.

There was no question who
had control now.

Lauren did.

His body was racing with
fire, throbbing with building pleasure. Relentlessly, Lauren drew
him into her mouth, suckling as her hand cupped his balls. Gentle
at the right places, and more intense where needed. Soon, he had to
hold himself up with his free hand. Lauren gripped the base of his
cock with her hand, applying pressure and sucking him to the
absolute edge. The urge to thrust into her mouth overwhelmed. His
hips bucked several times and he knew he could easily loose
control. Reaching deep, he forced a breath, trying to regain his
composure. Trying to contain the urge to plunge his throbbing dick
deeper.

But he didn’t want to
come like this. He wanted to spill himself deep inside her body.
With the last of his resolve, he pressed her shoulders backwards,
trying to pry himself free. Lauren continued her tasting him,
relentless in her giving of pleasure.

“
Lauren, stop.
I want to come inside you.” He slid his hands to the side of her
face. “Stop.”

She looked up at him. Oh,
what a vision. He was still in her mouth. He squeezed his eyes
shut. It was almost enough to make him come. The pulse of his body
warned of his near release. “No,” he whispered and then opened his
eyes. “Stop. Let me make love to you, Lauren.”

He wanted that far more
than the simple act of taking the pleasure she offered. Tonight was
about so much more than a simple orgasm. Slowly, Lauren did as he
said, and standing up between his legs. And though he doubted she
knew the importance of the moment, he did.

Tonight they became more
than lovers.

Chapter Twenty

Filling his hands with
her lush breasts, Matt kneaded as she arched into his touch. His
tongue flicked one ripe nipple and then the other. Lauren’s hands
went to his hair. “Kiss me,” she pleaded.

Sliding his hands into
her hair, he dipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her with
hunger, desire, and just plain lust.

“
Climb on top
and ride me, baby,” he said against her mouth. “Let me watch you
come.”

Matt lay back on the bed,
his legs still hanging off, as she climbed on top of him. He could
see the desire in her eyes, making them dark and dilated. When she
was turned on, she always got this sleepy, sexy look he
loved.

He held her waist as she
balanced above him, holding him in her hand as she slid down his
length. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he said breathlessly as she took him
deep.

She made a noise, her
eyes falling shut, her face etched with need. Slowly, he started
moving, and she met him, moving her hips against his. What a sight
she made, sitting on top of him like that. Her creamy white body
moving against his darker one, her nipples pebbled with
pleasure.

He kept his eyes open,
watching her, increasing the rhythm, loving the show. As he
increased the pace, moving with more frenzy, her breasts bounced,
making him hotter and harder.

He moaned as she arched
her back, pushing her nipples higher, and taking him deeper. She
rippled around him. He could feel her orgasm start. That feeling,
the way her muscles worked, made him come. It always did. Pleasure
spiked, making him buck, pressing deeper to feel release. And he
shuddered and shook with one last delicious thrust.

Deeply and gloriously,
they finished together. And then she collapsed on top of
him.

And he held her tight,
never wanting to let go.

* * * * *

Hmmm. What a perfect,
sensual dream. Lips brushed her neck. Her cheek. Her hair.
“Morning,” came the soft, sultry male voice.

Lauren’s lashes lifted as
Matt voice drew her into reality. This was no sleep-driven vision.
This was real. No surreal. “Hi,” she said in a
half-whisper.

Matt rested on a knee
beside the bed, and she blinked him into full focus. Now, here was
a man who knew how to wake up looking like sex on a sizzling
platter. Here was a breakfast hero.

A dark shadow of stubble
on his jaw drew her hand. “I like this.” She gave him a sleepy
smile. “It’s sexy.”

“
And I like
waking up to you in my bed,” Matt said with a grin. “I made coffee
and ran a bath. Come join me.”

Lauren stretched like a
cat feeling remarkably rested in Matt’s bed. “What time is
it?”

“
Noon.”

Rest over. She sat up,
forgetting she was naked and sending the sheet to her waist.
“Noon!” The cool air hit her skin and she looked down, yanking the
cover back to her neck.

Matt laughed. “It’s a
little late to be shy.”

Lauren felt the rush of
blood to her cheeks. “I can’t…um…help it.”

“
You’re such a
contradiction,” Matt said, and kissed the tip of her nose. “One
minute you’re wild and bold. The next all sweet and shy.” He pushed
to his feet. “How do you want your coffee?”

She looked at him long
and hard, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his sheer masculine beauty.
His chest was bare, and sexy. Broad with a sprinkle of dark hair in
just the right places. And his abdominal… Damn the man looked good.
She swallowed as realization came to her. Yes, he was gorgeous, but
that wasn’t what really had her spellbound. There was this
intimate, couple thing going on between them that felt really
amazing. And scary.

Because right now she
could so believe in love. Something she didn’t want or need. This
man was her boss. God, what was she thinking? She shouldn’t have
stayed the night. Things suddenly seemed one hundred times more
complicated than they had just last night.

“
Lauren?”

Matt’s voice pulled her
out of her reverie. “Lots of cream,” she said quickly, not wanting
to give away her distressed thoughts.

He winked. “Be right
back.”

Lauren scooted up against
the headboard, sheet tightly held around her body. For long
moments, she could only sit there, her mind blank. The phone rang
somewhere in the distance. Over and over until it stopped,
unanswered. Matt returned with coffee, apparently unconcerned about
the caller. She accepted her cup from Matt, one hand still clinging
to the sheet. It felt like a much-needed shield. Only, she wanted
it to protect her heart rather than her body.