The mouth that he had kissed.
Heavens.
Had she given herself away?
The tension was palpable for the rest of the journey, but Lana didn’t know how to disperse it. The two of them seemed to create a sexual energy together that was multiplied by the confines of the car.
It made her skittish and eager to get home so she could hide in her room.
Yes, hide.
Somewhere that she wouldn’t be tempted to make love to him. She was a coward and she could admit it.
They arrived home shortly after, but he surprised her by parking the car near the front door and not in the garage. Was he going out again?
To another woman?
She felt a moment’s squeezing pain. Wasn’t it unrealistic of her to believe he could remain celibate? It wasn’t as if they had a love match. He was a virile man.
She avoided his eyes until they were inside.
“Lana?”
The intensity in his voice trapped her where she stood.
“Look at me, Lana.”
Her heart bumped her ribs into action. She swung toward the kitchen. “Coffee. Do you want—”
“You.” He caught her by the waist and smoothly put her up against the wall. “That’s what I want.”
She swallowed hard. “Matt, in the car, if you think I was—”
“Oh, you were.” His eyes zeroed down to her mouth. “You were thinking of our kiss.”
She shook her head, unable to speak, unable to deny it with words.
“Yes, you were,” he murmured huskily.
She could feel the heat of his hands, attacking her defenses, trying to climb the barrier she’d fought hard to maintain.
She had to find her voice. “It wasn’t a come-on.”
“No, it was a turn-on.” He began to nuzzle her neck.
Oh Lord.
She gave a shaky breath. “We’re more than this, Matt.”
He stopped nuzzling and leaned back, the look in his eyes pure passion. “Are we?”
It was honesty at its most basic.
He wanted her and she wanted him and that’s what this was all about. It was what they’d been about the first time they’d made love, and nothing had changed between them on that front.
Did she really want to deny either of them the pleasure?
Worse, if she did, would he go find another warm body?
Would he walk out that door and leave her alone tonight? And then she would go to her bed and sleep alone and there would be no Matt to take her over the edge into fulfillment. No Matt to ease this profound hunger inside her. She didn’t think her body could handle that right now. She was ripe for making love, no matter how much she wanted to refute that.
Her small purse slipped from her hand and fell to the carpet with a soft clink. “Oh God, I want you, Matt,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
His eyes flared with a triumph that normally would have her retracting her statement, yet this time it did nothing but thrill her.
She wanted him so badly.
He took her mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss and she parted her lips in full capitulation and kissed him back, rejoicing in his tongue slipping inside to devour her softness.
She moaned and he replied with a sound of satisfaction deep in his throat, his hands tightening on her waist as he pressed her up against the wall, leaving her with no illusion that he was fully aroused.
But his touch merely fueled the ache deep inside her, and she moaned again.
A deep, heartfelt moan.
She soon matched him stroke for stroke as a hypnotic blend of sensuality and seduction tantalized her senses.
His taste was heady.
He smelled…intoxicating.
He began showering kisses on her eyelids, down her cheek, along her chin, returning to her mouth time and time again, demanding a response she freely gave.
His hand closed possessively over her breast and a whimper escaped her throat as he explored the sensitive flesh through the material, teasing her, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. Could he feel the hammering of her heart? she wondered as a river of anticipation raced through her veins.
Soon it wasn’t enough.
For either of them.
He swung her up in his arms and started down the hallway with her, twice stopping to kiss her boneless, turning her into a melting puddle of need by the time they reached his bedroom.
She registered a fleeting glimpse of the room decorated in olive and black before he was back to kissing her, carrying her over toward the bed, but not laying her down on it.
He stood her on her feet and in the catch of a breath, he unzipped her dress and pushed it down to the floor, along with her panties and silk stockings. Her shoes were somehow missing, so she must have already kicked them off along the way. He straightened and undid her lacy bra and tossed it aside.
Time came to an instant standstill.
She was naked.
Fully naked.
She realized he’d never seen her like this before.
His eyes drank her up and he made a guttural sound as he reached for her.
And time started ticking again.
They had to have each other.
Soon she tingled under his fingertips, making her ache in secret places that craved the heat of his arousal. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, her need shocking her.
Suddenly she couldn’t wait a moment more to have Matt inside her. Giddily she pushed aside the flaps of his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt. Where his tie had gone she didn’t know.
She must have been too slow because he groaned and stepped back, not to strip off his clothes as she thought, but to undo his trousers and free himself.
She gasped; then need kicked in and with her response matching his own urgency, she reached out to explore the hard lines of him.
“Stop,” he growled as he reached down to the bedside drawer where he took out a condom.
She was about to say that she was on contraceptives to help with her monthly cycle, but she was suddenly…consciously…mesmerized by him rolling the condom on himself.
The words escaped her.
Then he was leaning her up against the bedroom wall and maneuvering her body. She felt his erection at the tip of her entrance, felt him ease her onto him.
He slowly thrust upward and slid fully inside.
“Matt!” she cried out, gripping his shoulders, her eyes widening as her body adjusted to him.
A dark flush spread across his cheeks. “You feel so good.”
“You, too,” she gasped.
He lifted her and with a groan drove himself into her again, this time more firmly.