Their bodies locked and her senses spun.
She pressed a kiss against the hard cords in his neck. “Take me, Matt. Take me please.”
“Where?” he muttered.
“Anywhere. As long as it’s with you.”
He began to thrust in and out, causing a pure and explosive pleasure within her. Before too long her body started to vibrate in ripples, radiating outward and pulling everything in its path back within her, including this man inside.
The center of her being became a whirlpool of sensation, flooding her with desire. She came with a rush as it sucked her into its incredible and mind-blowing depths.
A minisecond later, Matt followed her into the sensual vortex.
Seven
M att shuddered to an awesome cl**ax as Lana’s body clenched around him, holding him tight, not letting go until she’d taken everything from him.
Finally he caught his breath and his head cleared—and he shuddered for a very different reason. This woman had her grip on him in more ways than one.
He gave her a hard kiss, withdrew from her to lay her down on the bed.
What the hell had he done? he asked himself as he strode from the room to the bathroom. He stood at the bathroom mirror. Making love to her just now had been so good. So bloody good he’d wanted her again almost immediately.
Dammit, he’d been caught in a snare of his own device.
And all because of that kiss in his office the other day.
And because of that wallet tonight.
And because in the car she’d caressed her mouth with her fingertips. Seeing her do that had sent him over the edge.
It hadn’t helped that he hadn’t been with a woman for weeks now. Nor had he ever had a more sensual relationship with a woman without actually ha**ng s*x with her.
He wouldn’t be caught out again.
She could hand in as many wallets as she liked and it still wouldn’t matter. She could walk around in that sexy nightgown and he still wouldn’t let her tempt him.
She could even parade na**d in front of him.
He grimaced. Well, maybe not naked. He was a man, after all. He had his limits.
And he’d reached his limit tonight.
He would have to stop this right here.
He went back into the bedroom and stopped at the sight of her. Her short blond hair was tousled around her beautiful face, and she’d thrown her dress on but hadn’t done up the zipper, the material falling away and leaving a smooth shoulder. In one hand she held her lacy bra and as she straightened with her panties in the other hand, he caught a glimpse of bare cheek.
Desire licked at his insides.
He swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, Lana, but this was a mistake.”
She colored a little. “A…mistake?”
His lips formed a hard line. “I don’t want you getting the wrong idea about this. It happened, but it’s not going to happen again. It’ll just get too complicated otherwise.”
Something shifted in her expression. “Fine.”
Her comment brought him up short.
He scowled. “It is?”
Her lips twisted. “Matt, you can forgive yourself for wanting someone you despise.”
He felt a punch to his gut. “I don’t despise you.”
“Don’t you? Funny, I thought you did.”
“Lana, look—”
“Matt, really, I understand. We’d both had a few drinks tonight and—”
“One. That’s all I had.”
She blinked. “One?”
“I don’t drink over the limit and drive.”
She crinkled her nose. “Okay, so I had a couple of drinks and let down my guard. Seems to be my modus operandi. But at least we don’t have to worry about a pregnancy this time.”
The words jarred him. “That’s something, I suppose.”
Her chin angled with pride. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go to my room and get some sleep. I need to get up early and go pick up Megan.”
She was taking it so well.
Too well?
“We’ll pick up Megan,” he insisted as she passed him by.
She inclined her head and he let her go, one part of him amazed that for the first time he was letting a woman walk away from his bed while he still wanted more of her.
That’s the way it had to be.
With Lana it was a necessity.
There was always a price to pay for happiness, Lana reminded herself as she sat on her bed and pressed her fingers to her temples.
And she’d just paid it.
Heavens, had she really made love with Matt again? Really melted at his touch? Had she really reached out and touched him like that?
Oh yeah.
It hadn’t been quite as fast as the last time they’d made love in the office. Back then there had been no time for more than quick touches and furtive glances. No time for savoring each other. He’d thrust inside her before she’d known it and she’d welcomed him, joining him in a long, simultaneous cl**ax. It had been the most incredible feeling she’d ever experienced.
Tonight had been just as incredible.
More so.
A mistake, he’d called it.
She winced. Yes, it had been a mistake. She’d reached that conclusion herself the moment he’d left her alone and sanity had returned. Oh, there’d been no doubt he’d wanted her and she’d wanted him and it had been enough at the time.
But now she had to wonder about the true reason behind it all. Had it merely been masculine pride? His friends had liked her and he’d said others would expect they’d have a physical relationship.
Or perhaps she’d been a convenience more than anything? She’d been unwittingly available when he’d wanted a woman.
Any woman.
Maybe her handing in the wallet had convinced him for a short time that she wasn’t capable of stealing? And afterward reality had hit him with a thud and he was back to believing the worst of her again.
And now his guard was truly up.
Except the reality was that she hadn’t expected anything more.
And he had no need to be on guard.
They’d merely been a man and woman in the wrong place at the right time. That’s how she’d look at it. No need to get worked up about it all, right? She’d simply be grateful Matt wasn’t feeling guilty and wanting to rectify the situation by insisting their marriage become permanent.
Thank God he hadn’t.
Flinging aside her thoughts, she put on her nightgown, slid beneath the covers and turned off the light. And she’d try not to go over their lovemaking in minute detail. From now on she’d try and forget it ever happened.