Drowning in pleasure, she sank into his kiss. No one had ever done this to her before, she thought dazedly. No one had ever turned her bones to water with nothing more than a kiss and a caress.
And she wasn’t sure she’d ever done this to anyone, either. Matt was kissing her as if it were his sole mission in life. So focused. So damn good. His mouth seemed to have been made for hers. She fitted his hands perfectly. He would fit her perfectly.
A wave of lust rolled over her and she couldn’t stop herself tilting her hips and rubbing herself against the rock-hard length of him.
Her control began to spin away and, totally unsure of whether to be scared witless or tumble him down onto the sofa, she gave in to the pleasure.
When Matt finally lifted his head, she could hardly breathe. Unlocking his arms from around her, he took a step back, his eyes blazing and his breathing jerky. At the sudden absence of his support, his heat, Laura shivered and swayed for a second.
‘That’s why,’ he said, drawing in a ragged breath and shoving his hands through his hair.
Laura blinked and touched her lips with trembling fingers. ‘That’s why what?’
‘Why you.’ His eyes, still dark and unfathomable, gleamed. ‘As for the why now, well, I have the entire weekend free.’
Ah. ‘I see,’ she said a little shakily.
‘You know,’ he said, looking at her as if he wanted to devour her all over again, ‘I really think you should cancel those plans of yours.’
Burning up beneath the heat of his gaze, Laura suddenly couldn’t remember why she’d mentioned the non-existent plans in the first place.
Her heart skipped a beat. Oh, heavens. She wasn’t seriously contemplating what he was suggesting, was she? She’d be mad to agree. She barely knew him. It was insane. She didn’t do one-night stands. Had never wanted to. She preferred to date, assess and evaluate before leaping into bed with someone.
But where had that sensible, cautious approach ever got her? Dumped, that was where. Relationships sucked. Relationships belonged to the old Laura. Why shouldn’t one-night stands belong to the new?
Besides, to have someone want her with this intensity, this hunger, when she’d been so recently rejected by someone she’d been with for years …
Her self-esteem, which had taken such a battering, was already rocketing. And to want someone quite this badly, when she’d thought she’d never be interested in anyone ever again, was heady stuff.
Her breath caught.
Standing in front of her was the most devastatingly gorgeous man she’d ever met. Who for some reason appeared to fancy her rotten. Would it really be so bad to go for it?
Suddenly sick and tired of evaluation and analysis, Laura made up her mind. ‘How long are you here for?’
‘I’m leaving tomorrow.’
‘Are you planning to come back any time soon?’
‘No.’ His eyes bore into hers, burning with desire but offering nothing, apart from an afternoon of unimaginable pleasure.
Laura’s heart pounded. That did it. No mess. No threat of entanglement in another debilitating relationship. Just the promise of hot sex and maybe lunch. ‘OK, then.’
For a big man he moved surprisingly fast.
Even though she was ready for it, had been waiting for it, sort of knew what to expect, nothing could have prepared her for the sheer force of the desire that slammed through her at the feel of his arms whipping round her and the touch of his mouth to hers. The floor beneath her feet rocked. Her entire body buzzed with sensation.
Now that she made the decision to go for it, it was as if a dam had burst deep inside her. Any inhibitions she might have had fled.
His hands settled on the bare skin of her back and the electricity that flowed through her made her nerve endings jump.
She pressed herself closer, rubbing her aching breasts against his chest, needing the friction to provide some sort of relief.
As he explored her mouth with his tongue, Laura slipped her hands beneath his T-shirt and ran them over the muscles of his back, pushing the fabric up. She felt him tense and break off the kiss for a second while he pulled the T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Then his hands were at the hem of her top and seconds later it joined his.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind she thought she ought to be faintly embarrassed at getting naked with someone she didn’t know. Or at her desperation to have him inside her at the very least. But with his mouth sliding over her jaw, her neck and then down over the slope of her breast, Laura couldn’t feel anything except the mindless pleasure sweeping over her.
Cupping his hands under her bottom, Matt lifted her and she wound her legs round his waist as he carried her to the nearest available flat surface. He set her on the edge of a table and began to push her back.
Laura’s blood roared in her ears as she eased back but then she caught something out of the corner of her eye and went still. ‘Wait.’
Matt jerked back and frowned down at her. ‘What?’
‘We can’t do this.’
The blood drained from his face and his features turned grim. ‘Are you serious?’
‘Deadly.’ She paused and caught her lip. ‘At least we can’t do this here’
‘Why not?’
Laura glanced down at what she was perched on and then back up at him. Poor Matt looked as if he were about to explode with frustration. ‘This is a solid mahogany Regency breakfast table. It must be worth thousands.’
Matt let out a sharp breath and his expression relaxed. ‘Then it was built to last,’ he said, planting his hands either side of her and setting his mouth to the side of her neck.
‘It was built to have breakfast on,’ Laura said, putting a hand on his chest and nudging him away. ‘Not wild uncontrollable sex.’
He lifted his head and one corner of his mouth hitched. ‘Wild uncontrollable sex, huh?’
‘You promised.’
‘Did I?’
Laura nodded. ‘Not in so many words. But these kisses of yours suggest a lot. I’m expecting combustion at the very least. And if we stay here I won’t be able to concentrate.’
‘Well, we can’t have that,’ he murmured. ‘I doubt the insurance would cover sex-induced fire damage.’ Pulling her upright, he glanced around. ‘Do you have any such concerns about the sofa?’
Laura wound her arms around his neck. ‘Is it flame-proof?’
‘I should imagine so.’
‘In that case,’ she said, smiling up at him, ‘none at all.’
‘I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear it.’ He scooped her up and strode over to the sofa.
Setting her on her feet, he unclipped her bra and let it drop to the floor. ‘These hot pants are going to haunt my dreams,’ he said roughly, dragging them together with her knickers down her legs.
‘You want me to apologise?’ she breathed as she kicked them away.
‘I want you to want this as much as I do,’ he said, stripping off the rest of his clothes and tumbling her onto the sofa.
‘I do,’ she said, drawing in a shuddery breath as she ran her gaze over him. God, his body was every bit as incredible as she’d imagined. Muscled, powerful,