Offside (15 page)

He released one of her hands so he
could touch her breast again, plumping it, shifting down to suck on
the nipple. She cried out as he pulled the tender tip between his
lips, and heat rushed through her body. “Feels good,” she
whispered, head tossing on the pillow. “So good.”

He moved from that nipple to the
other, supporting himself on his knees and one arm, suckling and
nibbling on sensitive flesh until she was dazed and delirious. Then
he paused above her to trail the backs of his fingers lightly
across one nipple, watching it. Her breasts tightened and ached.
Her head went back, mouth open, panting, watching his face as he
watched his fingertips trace over her nipples, back and forth, the
pads of fingers then the backs of fingers. His eyes were dark and
heavy-lidded, his mouth wet and beautiful, his expression searingly
erotic.

He did the same to the other breast.
Shivers cascaded over her entire body, tingles running up and down
her spine, liquid heat building between her thighs. Her clit pulsed
with an insistent ache. Moving helplessly on the bed, she licked
her lips and her eyes drifted closed. Then his fingertips slid up
over her chest, her throat, to her mouth. One fingertip touched her
bottom lip and she opened her eyes to look at him. Their eyes met
in a collision of sparks. Watching her with hot focus, he placed
his hand over her mouth, palm flat, holding it there so gently, and
she groaned. Slowly he brushed the pads of fingers over her bottom
lip.

Holy hell and shit fire, this was
unbelievably hot and sexy. She was dying with need for him, her
entire body throbbing.

“Matt…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“You’re making me crazy.”

“Yeah?”

“Um…yeah.”

“Good.”

Still he watched his fingers play with
her mouth, his index finger touching her bottom lip then slipping
into her mouth. She lifted her head seekingly then dropped it back
to the pillow as he brushed his fingertips up and down over her
lips. He once more bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth,
drawing hard on it, and sensation shot through her, her body
shivering with tortured need. Her hips moved restlessly, knees
bent, Matt kneeling between them. His finger touched her bottom
lip, pulling it down gently, again and again, and then his thumb
slid into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and sucked, and
he lifted his head. Their eyes met with blistering heat. Sucking
him, even his finger, felt so good, but made her want so much more.
She whimpered.

He slid his thumb out of her mouth,
trailed his index finger down over her lip, her chin, her throat,
then down the middle of her chest. He reached for the bikini bottom
and she lifted her hips to help, pushing her feet into the bed. His
hand rubbed up over her abdomen, between her breasts, over each
breast, squeezing briefly, then played with her nipples.

Noises were coming from deep inside
her, soft noises— gasps, pants, cries. She couldn’t stop them as he
played with her pussy with tormenting slowness, rubbing his
fingertips over her folds, dipping inside, rubbing slick moisture
around. One hand circled around her hip to brush her clit from
above while he slowly pushed the long finger of his other hand into
her vagina.

“God,” she whispered. “More, Matt,
please. More…”

His fingers circled her clit as he
pumped two fingers in and out of her with the other hand. Once more
she lifted her head to study his face, the intent, heated
expression making her heart contract. With her arms above her head
on the pillow, she gasped, “Yeah, oh yeah…
yeah
.”

“So pretty,” he murmured. Her hips
lifted into his touch. “Sweet, Honey.”

She closed her eyes, tingling starting
to radiate from a spot deep inside her, warm and lovely. God, she
was going to come.

“Wanna taste you,” he muttered, and
then his touch was gone as he shifted lower on the bed. Damn! Her
body protested losing the sensation when she’d been sliding toward
climax. But then his mouth was on her and, holy flying fuck, it was
even better, warm and wet, his tongue licking her, his lips pulling
her flesh into his mouth and gently sucking, his beard stubble
abrading her with delicious friction.

She managed to move her heavy arms and
thread her fingers into his thick hair. He again slid one arm
around her hip and rested his hand flat on her lower belly where
she ached. His other hand held the back of her thigh while he ate
deeply at her. The onslaught of pleasure was almost unendurable and
her fingers tightened in his hair. Every nerve ending in her body
jumped, and that tingling started to circle again, low down inside
her, ripples beginning in her pelvis, spreading through her body,
making her arms and legs even weaker.

“God, Matt!” Her chin went up, her
eyes squeezed shut and exquisite pleasure tore through her as
sensation built to a sharp peak. And she made more unintelligible
sounds, orgasmic sounds that she couldn’t stop.

His mouth kept at her, drawing her
orgasm out almost unbearably, until she was limp and quivering, her
hands falling to the bed beside her. He gave her one last long,
slow lick, a closed-mouth kiss to her pulsing clit and then he
moved up over her to kiss her mouth.

She tasted herself, and that was hot.
When his tongue slid into her mouth, she licked it back, and
moaned.

“You taste amazing, Honey,” he said.
“Love licking you. Love making you come in my mouth like
that.”

She couldn’t speak, could barely move
her head in agreement. She wanted him inside her, wanted to make
him feel as good as she did. Matt moved beside her, stretching out
and pulling her to his side, arms around her. She snuggled into his
warmth, vaguely noticing he still wore his board shorts, the tech
fabric long since dry. So good. So very, very good…

*****

Honey struggled to open her eyes,
emerging from sleep. She spent a few minutes figuring out where she
was, so comfortable and warm in a big bed…with a big warm body
pressed up against her back…

Her eyes flew wide. Holy crapping
crap!

Once again she searched through her
memories…Matt. She was in bed with Matt.

Holy bajesus!

She’d fucking slept with
Matt!

She sorted through more memories and
came up empty. Other than him going down on her and a spectacular
orgasm.

But actual sex? Um…she had
nothing.

“You awake, babe?” Matt murmured
behind her.

She blinked. She could fake being
asleep. She could get up and run. Maybe to Canada… “Yeah,” she
whispered.

“Me too.” His arm around her tightened
across her abdomen.

Her mind zoomed around for what to
say, what to do.

Last night…she tried to go back in
time…remembered dinner…the hot tub…the unbelievable foreplay and
oral sex on the bed, and then…nothing.

“I fell asleep,” she
whispered.

His arm tightened. “Yeah, babe. It’s
okay.”

She closed her eyes. God! She’d
freakin’ passed out!

What made that knife twist deeper into
her was the fact that it wasn’t the first time that had happened.
“I didn’t drink that much.”

He nuzzled her hair and caressed her
belly. “I know. I was pouring the drinks. Although…who knows how
much Kahlua was in that cake.”

He was trying to joke around, but this
was horrifying.

“Relax, Hon,” he murmured in her ear.
“You only had a few glasses of wine. I think everything else snuck
up on you…all that exercise…”

Yeah…

“The fresh air. The dinner. The wine.
The hot tub.”

Yes, yes, yes.

“The orgasm.”

Her eyes popped wide open
again.

Oh yeah. That.

“I’m sorry,” she managed to say
through tight lips. “I…I mean, thank you, but…”

His body shook behind her. He was
laughing! He kissed her neck then sucked gently on her ear lobe.
She gave a full-body shiver. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ll talk
about what you owe me later.” She stiffened and he gave a low
laugh, this time audible. “Kidding, babe.”

She twisted in his arms to face him.
“No you’re not.”

“Well. Sort of.” His eyes searched
hers. “You okay?”

“Yeah. No. I mean, I’m a little,
um…freaked out.”

His eyes warmed. “Yeah?”

She closed her own eyes briefly. “I
need to brush my teeth.”

His lips twitched. “Okay. I think I
have an extra toothbrush somewhere.”

She rolled away from him and he
followed her out of bed. They were both completely naked. Awareness
of that made her skin tingle. He walked over to an attached
bathroom and flicked on a light.

She stared at his body from behind.
Holy hell and shit fire, he was built. He had the muscular ass of a
hockey player all right, and truly massive thighs. And she knew the
front view was just as…er…massive. Her pussy quivered.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her a
cellophane package. She fought to keep her gaze averted from his
big naked body as she took it. He gave his own teeth a quick brush
as she unwrapped the new package, focusing carefully on it. Then he
left her alone to use the bathroom and she had to pause to get her
breath. Whoa.

When she was done cleaning her teeth
and dragging a brush she’d found through her atrocious hair, she
paused with her hands gripping the vanity counter. Now she had to
walk back out there and…and… She licked her lips.

Running to Canada again seemed like a
good idea. On the other hand she did kind of owe him. But the real
truth was…regardless of any perceived debt, she wanted to go out
there and jump him and lick him all over. All righty
then.

Chapter
Eleven

Matt returned to the bed, hoping he
wasn’t being overly optimistic that Honey was going to come back
and join him there. Yeah, he was horny as a three-peckered tom cat,
painfully hard, and yeah, he wanted to fuck, but he also wasn’t
ready for Honey to leave.

He’d been disappointed when she’d
fallen asleep on him last night, but also amused. He’d done that to
himself after he’d worn her out biking then got her so relaxed and
mellow with food and wine and the hot tub, all it had taken was one
good orgasm and she was out.

He wanted to give her more orgasms.
Lots more.

He gave his throbbing dick a few
strokes while he waited for her to come out of the
bathroom.

When he’d realized she was out for the
night, he’d ruefully climbed out of bed, returned to the living
room and watched his boys play against the Caribou. When he’d gone
back to bed, she hadn’t even budged.

She emerged from the bathroom,
beautifully naked. She had an amazing body, with long legs, slender
graceful limbs, and sleek curves. He watched as she crossed the
carpeted floor to the bed, picking up on her uncertainty in her
measured steps. He lifted the covers in invitation.

She hesitated only a fraction of a
second then slid into bed beside him. “What time is it?”

He glanced at the digital alarm clock
on the nightstand on his side of the bed. “Nine-thirty.”

“Ah.”

“Still early. Unless you have
somewhere to be on Sunday morning.”

“I do need to get to
church.”

His chin jerked down.
“Really?”

“No.”

He huffed a laugh. “Okay then. We have
all day.”

“I’m invited to my parents for Sunday
dinner. As usual.” And she rolled her eyes.

“Okay. Almost all day.”

He reached for her and pulled her
against him, almost on top of him. “Now. Where were we again when
you fell asleep…?”

She smiled. “I said I’m
sorry.”

He grinned back at her. “Yes you did.
I’m teasing you.” His hand smoothed down her spine, stopping just
short of her sweet little ass, then back up all the way into her
hair. He pulled her head down to his and caught her mouth. Mmm.
Minty fresh. He slid his tongue into her mouth and she opened to
let him in.

Blood rushed through his veins,
straight to his dick. His arms banded around her and his hands
moved on her skin. Smooth. Warm. Silky. Oh yeah. This was what he
wanted. He shifted her so she was lying on top of him, pulled one
of her thighs so she straddled him. They kissed again, lazy wet
kisses that went on and on. She sighed into his mouth.

He pushed her hair back and their
mouths separated but only by a breath. They stared at each other,
breathing the same air, and then she moved to suck his bottom lip
softly into her mouth. Flames licked over his body and a groan
rumbled in his chest.

They rubbed together, skin to skin,
hands touching each other everywhere they could, mouths joined,
tongues sliding. Her breasts pressed against his chest felt so damn
good. The kisses grew harder, faster. He nipped at her lip and the
heat between them intensified, becoming scorching. His heart
thudded and he felt like he was going to burst out of his
skin.