Lean on Me (The Mackay Sisters) (18 page)

“Don’t worry, I’m here to make it
all better.”  He rubbed his hand up her spine, sliding it down again to rest on
one curvy buttock.  Thoughtfully, he patted her bottom.  “So you have sexy
fantasies?”

“Ummm.”  She wriggled a little
against him.

“I can work with that.”  He
grinned. 
Oh hell, yeah
.

“I just meant…I like to touch.”

“Oh boy.”

“I sort of have this side of me
that no one knows about.”

“I want to know about it.” 
Hell,
yeah
.

She held her breath.  “It might
turn you off.”

“Was it anything like what
happened on the kitchen floor?”

“Very likely.”

“Then, woman, bring it on.”

Heat was definitely stirring between
them, but there was something more she had to say before she gave herself over
to the delights of togetherness.

“Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“About Tommy.”

Give the man credit, he didn’t
even stiffen.  “Yeah?”

“I can’t tell you why he was here,
but there was a good reason.”

“Okay.”

Tipping back her head, she studied
him.  He returned her gaze calmly.  The knowledge that he truly did believe her
was amazing.

“He told me something and swore me
to secrecy.  That’s it.”

“Okay.”

 “You’re really okay with that?”

“As long as it’s not going to hurt
you in the long run, yes.”

“Wow.”

Leaning down, he brushed a kiss
across her lips, light and tantalising.

“About Harriet,” she mumbled
against his lips.

“Mmm?”  He nuzzled the corner of
her mouth.

A shiver went through her.  “I
can’t tell you why she was here.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t believe you’re not asking
me anything.”

Lifting his head up, he regarded
her steadily, the flicker of heat in his eyes.  “I trust you.”

Warmth flooded her.  “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay then.”  His laugh was deep,
husky, making her tingle all over.  “Then let’s get down to some serious loving.”

Oh yes.  Yes, she wanted him.  His
hot mouth was trailing down the side of her throat, making fire stutter along
her skin in his wake.

Slowly, so slowly, she edged her
hands beneath his t-shirt, sucking in her breath when she felt his skin beneath
her hands.  Warm, silken skin smoothing over swells of muscle on his back.  She
traced the swells, tentatively touching and feeling, enjoying the maleness of
the man leaning over her.

His mouth, his lips, his scent and
his sure touch as he slid his own hands under her blouse, and the sensation of
his palms smoothing up her ribcage had her sucking in her breath deeper.  And
when those palms cupped her breasts through the bra, she could only close her
eyes and press into the firm hold.

Oh God, she loved it.  Loved the
feel, the sensation.  Good thing she hadn’t been born in the past when women
were supposed to lie back and think of England, because as far as Lori was
concerned, sex was a two way street.  Novice she might be, but she knew what
she liked, what she wanted, what she craved. 

Matt gave it to her in spades, his
growl of pleasure at her exploring fingers reverberating in her mouth as he
kissed her hotly, taking control and so obviously enjoying her touch.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered
huskily, “touch me all you want, because I sure as hell am going to touch you.”

Those words were a wicked promise,
darkly dancing on her skin as he licked the side of her throat in one long,
abrasive sweep of his tongue.

Things seemed to spiral out of
control so fast.  Dimly she registered the feel of the cool night air on her
skin, bare now as he roughly jerked her blouse off her shoulders and flung it
aside.  Her bra followed while she slid her hand down between them, cupping his
length through the fabric of his jeans.

He welcomed it, hands quickly unsnapping
his jeans and pulling the zipper down, nipping at her lips as he took her hand
and slid it down the inside of his jocks, allowing her to feel him, groaning as
she tentatively curled her hand around his stiffening length.

“You’re big,” she whispered into
his mouth.

“Trust me, this is nothing.”  His
own hand slid down the front of her pants.  “God bless elastic waists.”

Anything she was about to say fled
at the sensation of him touching her, his nimble fingers sliding through her
curls to delve between her labias, rubbing unerringly against the little bud
hidden high up between the folds.

That took her concentration right
off him, and she’d have fallen to her knees right then and there if he hadn’t
laughed knowingly and withdrawn his hand, using the moment to sweep her pants
and panties down.  “Kick ‘em off, sweetheart.”

No time to be self-conscious, not
when he plastered himself against her, his bare chest crushing her breasts
between them.  She didn’t even remember divesting him of his shirt, but the
proof was in the absence of it.

When she tried to reach for him
again, he stepped back.  “Uh-uh, my hot little piece.  You confess to liking to
touch, well I’m about to show you that I do, too.”

Her eyes widened even as a rush of
heat went through her.

Hands at her waist, he spun her
about, bending her over the kitchen counter by using his chest at her back and
simply leaning down.  She could only follow blindly until she rested on her
elbows.

Normally she’d have been mortified
at knowing her overly generous curves and dimples were on blatant display for
him, but he kept her off-balance, using his hand fisted lightly in her hair to
pull her head back gently as he placed his lips at her ear.  “Brace yourself,
love.”

Brace herself?  As he moved back
out of her line of vision, she wondered what he meant.  Brace herself for
what?  Was he going to enter her from behind?  Oh yes, she’d dreamed of that,
fantasised about it.

One strong thigh nudged hers
further apart and she just had time to say, “Matt, what are you-”before she
gasped and gripped the bench with both hands, her knuckles going white.

Oh God!
  His hand was
between her thighs, one finger sliding teasingly between her slick folds, the
tip of his finger rubbing her clitoris which peaked, begging for more, while
his other hand smoothed along her back, a contradiction of comfort and
enticement.

“Oh sweet heaven, Matt, I-” She
shuddered, arching her back as his finger danced around the entrance to her
body, the fingertip nudging inside teasingly.

She’d have snapped her legs together
in helpless ecstasy to escape the tormenting finger but his thigh between hers
held her open, helpless, and his dark chuckle crackled along her skin, firing
her imagination.

“Do you know what I see, sweet
little Lori?”  Lust under laid his tone, curled through his words.  “Such a
sweet little valley you have down here, all shy and hiding, trying to keep your
treasures hidden from me.”  He bent over her suddenly, his groin against her
bottom, his weight pushing his hand harder against her womanhood, making his
finger sink a torturous depth into her.  He rocked his hips, each movement
easing the pressure inside of her only to push his finger deeper in a leisurely
penetration.  The muscles in his stomach flexed deliciously against her back. 
“But there’s no hiding from me, Lori.”  He bit her shoulder suddenly, firmly, not
causing pain but with a definite threat in the gesture.

Dominance
.  It was the only
word for it.  It flashed through her mind like a beacon, making her
instinctively push back against him, whimpering as fire danced through her, an invisible
string plucking from deep within her womb to where he now played with her
clitoris, rubbing, massaging, sliding around it teasingly.

“I want everything,” he whispered
carnally against the side of her mouth right before he fisted his hand in her
hair again, turning her head so he could kiss her deeply, ruthlessly.

And then he was gone, his heated
body no longer pressing against her, his hand disappearing from her womanhood.

The sound of him moving behind
her, the rustle of clothes.

Gasping, her heart hammering, she
started to push upwards.  Her body was creaming with desire, passion pounded
through her blood, and she felt as though she was at once on fire and empty.

Suddenly his hand was on her back,
pushing her down firmly so she lay flat on the kitchen bench.  “Stay right
there, love.  I’m about to have a little taste of paradise.”

Taste?  Her mind swum with delicious
possibility, half fearful, half eager but oh, so willing to experience
everything Matt had to give her.

His breath was hot as he pressed
an open-mouthed kiss on the small of her back, making her arch at the delicious
heat of it.  His hands on her bottom, palming the generous globes before sliding
lower and she could only whimper as his thumbs parted her, the cool night air caressing
her heated flesh.

“So wet, love,” he growled
huskily.  “So ready for me to drink.”

His next action shocked her, because
sure, she’d read about it but had never dreamed it would ever happen to her.

But it did happen. 

His mouth was suddenly on her,
tongue flicking along the cream-touched labias, teeth scraping warningly along
the sensitive flesh, and she moaned loudly, hands gripping the bench, coming up
on her tip toes but unable to evade the erotically torturous path of his
tongue.

When he caught her clitoris in his
mouth and sucked gently, she nearly splintered.  Heat consumed her, making her
writhe, but his hands gripped her firmly, fingers digging in to hold her for
his explorations.

“Oh God, Matt,” she whimpered. 
“Please!”

“Oh yeah.” He licked the seam of
her body.  “You please me very much, Lori.”  His laugh was low and carnal.

She thought he couldn’t possibly do
more, right up until he parted her folds further, opening her completely, and
placing his lips over the entrance to her womanhood, he sucked firmly, drawing
on her, flicking her clitoris gently before pressing it up against her.

Sending her crashing over the
cliff in a burst of fiery sensations, her skin burning with the heat that
poured through her.

He didn’t stop, ruthlessly pushing
her over once more, using teeth and tongue to push her higher when she came
down, keeping her nerves strung tight and her stomach muscles fluttering, her
blood pounding and her heartbeat thundering in her ears as the muscles in her
sheath spasmed, trying to grasp something not there even as she orgasmed.

The emptiness wasn’t there when
she came back down because Matt was inside her, his thighs hard against hers as
he thrust in deep, his shaft pushing through her swollen folds and deep into
her sheath, making the muscles clamp down on him.

Not completely over the orgasm,
she could only arch up, push back, try to get as close to him as she could, straining
to take him in deeper and deeper.

He rode her hard, pounding into
her with force, rocking her hard against the kitchen bench.  The only thing
keeping her in place was Matt, his body invading hers as easily, as ruthlessly efficient
as his hands held her hips.

Thick, hard, long, his shaft
invaded the depths, his hips thrust hard, his thighs against hers as his groin
nudged her delicate folds.

All she could do was take what he gave
her, take it all, every last hard, punishing pummel that finally threw her over
the edge once more.

His hands gripped her hips,
pulling her back against him so she met him as he thrust forward.

Taking her.

Giving to her.

Her name was a ragged growl in the
air, dimly she felt him shift, stiffen, and then he was holding her, pulling
her even though she couldn’t get closer, her opening right against the root of
his shaft, pressed against him so that there wasn’t even an inch between them.

His orgasm almost ripped through
her, it was so fierce, his body shuddering as he shoved hard once more against
her and then just strained, pushing and pushing until finally with a gasp he
slumped over her back, his breath hot and panting against her skin.

Dazed by the sensations that had stormed
through her, she floated dreamily, caught between satisfaction and the
downright rightness of it all.  Matt slumped over her was comforting, a reminder
of who had made such roughly passionate, love to her.

She couldn’t help but smile almost
giddily.  God, she’d never dreamed she’d be on the receiving end of one of her fantasies. 
Never in a million years had she ever thought she would be the one to have Matt
Winters in her body.

Deliciously, darkly, cravenly, and
oh, so erotically.

Minutes passed before she felt him
shift, his mouth brushing a kiss across her back.  “You okay, love?”

“Mmmm.”  It was all she could
manage.

He gave a laugh, slapping her
lightly on one buttock as he straightened, and she caught her breath as he slid
from her, unaware until right at that moment that he’d still been buried inside
her.

It made her insides tingle and she
stretched upwards, using her hands to arch back.

Now she became aware that it was
dark.  Somehow while caught up in that magical world in which Matt had pulled
her, evening had given way to night and she hadn’t even been aware of it. 
Wow
. 
That said something for the whole prurient experience.

Something banged and Matt swore.

Lori started to laugh.

“Damn, it’s dark in here.”  He
fumbled along the wall and then another bang had him grunting.  “There’s the
bin.”  It opened, shut and then his voice neared.  “Laugh at me, will you?”

She shrieked but couldn’t even see
where he was to dodge him.

He caught her, or actually he
grabbed her breast.  “Oops.  Sorry.”