the same time, he enjoyed the building tension. He could
feel the rise of the heat. The burn that signaled an upcoming
explosion. And he knew it would be well worth the wait.
He fingered his buttons,
and Lauren watched each one as he touched it. Amazingly, just
knowing how attentive she was pushed his urgency an extra degree
higher. Somehow, he managed to take his time, wanting the flame he
saw in her eyes to turn to a fire.
The air, thick with
desire, seemed to enclose them, as if it circled their bodies, and
drew them together.
The instant he completed
his task, Matt leaned forward and pressed his palms on either side
of her head. “Take your clothes off,” he said, his voice low and
powerful.
Her eyes went to his, and
he saw a flash of panic. Matt reached forward and touched her
bottom lip. “I want you to make a deal with me, Lauren.”
“ O…okay,” she
whispered.
“ This is my
house and I’m in control.” He paused. “No inhibitions allowed. You
do what I say.” He paused. “If you say stop, I’ll stop but be sure
you really want me to. Be sure it’s not fear that drives your
refusal.”
They stared at one
another. “Can you live with that?” Matt asked.
Chapter Five
Lauren stared at the sexy
man who now demanded she do the very thing she never did in her
life…give up control. Far less confident in the ways of sensuality,
she wanted to do just that. On the other hand, it scared her. But
she didn’t want to let this opportunity pass her by. Maybe, just
maybe, part of being this experience, this escape from reality, was
about letting go…completely.
“ Well?” he
said, his warm breath brushing her neck, and making her
shiver.
“ Okay,” she
whispered.
A slow smile slid onto
those full, perfect lips that were more an illusion of the moment
than reality. They had to be because no one was as sexy as this man
was. And no one kissed with the slow, perfect pleasure he
managed.
His finger slid from her
bottom lip downward to her chin, then her neck, and stopped at the
edge of her silk tank. His touch enticed a shiver and chill bumps
formed on her skin. He ran his finger over her shirt, and barely
touched her nipple. Instantly, it pebbled and the ache of pleasure
shot straight between her legs. The little slip of panties she wore
had long ago become drenched. Now, they simply needed to go
away.
With a step backward, he
shoved his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.
Dark hair sprinkled a perfect chest Lauren longed to touch. This
was the kind of man fantasies were made of. Her fantasy. Here.
Now.
His voice snapped her
eyes back to his. “Get undressed,” he said, repeating his prior
order and leaning back to give her room.
She swallowed back
nerves. Refusing to look away, Lauren’s gaze held Matt’s, letting
him know she wasn’t running. Telling him she was in this to
completion. To satisfaction.
She didn’t give herself
time to back out. To get scared. She reached for the side of her
tank, and pulled down the zipper. Then, in one movement, she lifted
it over her head and tossed it aside.
She stood before Matt and
watched his eyes drop to her bared chest. His stare was hot and
heavy and her nipples tingled and tightened. He reached forward and
ran his index fingers around the peaks. The featherlight touch
seemed to steal her very breath. When he tugged lightly, she had to
bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning.
His gaze lifted. “Now the
rest.”
Lauren did as he said.
Moments later her skirt slid to the ground. She kicked it away and
stood there in only her panties and high-heeled shoes. But she
couldn’t help resting her back against the wall for support. This
was just sex, and she knew it. Still, she really wanted him to
touch her, and to show the tenderness he had before.
Matt closed the distance
between them, leaning in close, his hand on her waist. His mouth
lowered, close to hers. “You’re beautiful,” he
whispered.
Her stomach fluttered
with