Married to His Business (Millionaire of the Month #5)(31)
Author: Elizabeth Bevarly

She felt his hand move to her waist then, squeezing between their bodies long enough to deftly flick open the fly of her jeans and tug the zipper down. Then he was at her back again, tucking his hand into the soft denim and under the fabric of her panties, curving over her bare flesh, stroking her sensitive skin again and again and again. Heat and dampness bloomed between her legs as he stroked her, then exploded when he dipped one confident finger into the delicate cleft of her behind.

"Oh," she murmured against his mouth. "Oh, Matthias…"

But he covered her mouth again before she could say more. Not that she really knew what else she wanted to say. At the moment, she only wanted to do. Do things to and with him, and have things done to her in return.

Things she had never even allowed herself to dream about, things that felt so natural, so right, now. He seemed to realize that, because he filled her mouth with his tongue, then palmed and kneaded her tender flesh, pushing her harder against his ripening erection with every stroke.

No longer content not to be able to touch him, she wedged her hand between their bodies to cup the full length of him in her palm. He murmured a satisfied sound in response and moved his h*ps against her hand, silently encouraging her to take her strokes farther still. Eagerly, she unfastened and opened his jeans, too, dipping her hand inside to cover him more intimately. Bare skin on bare skin, the way he was touching her. He felt so big, so powerful, so masterful in her hand, so hot, so hard, so smooth.

For long moments, they only kissed and touched each other, their pulse rates and respiration multiplying with every one that passed. When they finally started moving— slowly, deliberately, carefully—Kendall wasn’t sure if it was she or Matthias who was responsible. Somehow, though, they kissed and touched and danced their way across the living room, through the door and up the stairs, until they stood in the upstairs hallway, surrounded by bedrooms. Surrounded by choices.

Only then did Matthias pull back, as if he wanted to give her time to make whatever choice she was going to make. His hesitation surprised her. Usually, he was a man who, when he wanted something, did whatever he had to do to get it. No cajoling, no seducing, no petitioning, only full-on frontal attack, damn the torpedoes or anything that got in his way. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had swept her up at the bottom of the stairs the way Rhett had Scarlett, and

carried her to his room to ravish her. Especially since she’d made it clear how very much she wanted to be ravished.

Evidently, though, Matthias pursued his personal affairs with more finesse than he did his professional ones. And for some reason, realizing that just made Kendall that much more certain that allowing this next step between them, however suddenly it had come—though, somehow, it didn’t feel that sudden at all—was the right thing to do.

When she said nothing to object to what he was so clearly asking her, he did take the initiative, weaving his fingers through hers and guiding her to the master bedroom. Once inside, he slipped an arm around her waist and pushed her hair aside, bending his head to place a soft, chaste kiss on her nape that, ironically, was infinitely more arousing than all the desperate hungry ones put together. He pulled her body back against his, his hard member surging against her backside, something that shot heat through her entire body. When he nuzzled the curve where her neck joined her shoulder, Kendall tilted her head to facilitate his action, then reached behind herself with both hands to thread her fingers through his hair. She purposely put herself in a vulnerable position, knowing Matthias would take advantage, which he did, covering her br**sts with both hands.

As he dragged his mouth along the sensitive flesh of her neck and shoulder, he gently kneaded her br**sts through the fabric of her T-shirt, bringing a sigh of pleasure from Kendall. Then he dropped his hands to the hem of the shirt and tugged it up, up, up, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. Then his hands were on her bare br**sts, his hot palms squeezing and stroking and caressing. As he rolled one nipple under his thumb, his other hand scooted

lower, down along the bare skin of her torso, his middle finger dipping into her navel as it passed. Then Matthias pushed his hand into her panties, finding the hot damp center of her and burying his fingers in the swollen folds of flesh.

She gasped at the sensation that shot through her then, her fingers convulsing in his hair. Kneading her breast with one hand, he stroked her damp flesh with the other—long, thorough, leisurely strokes that pushed her to the brink of insanity. Her body stilled as he touched her, her breathing the only sound in the room. Little by little, he hastened his pace, moving his hand backward and forward, left to right, drawing circles and spirals until finally he touched her in that one place, with that one finger, in a way that made her shatter. Kendall was rocked by an orgasm that came out of nowhere, seizing her body and sending a crash of heat shuddering through her.

For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped, as if she would exist forever in some suspended pinnacle of emotion, her body fused to Matthias’s, her heart and lungs racing alongside his. Then the moment dissolved, and so did she, and she spun around to just kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.

Somehow, they managed to undress each other without ever losing physical contact, dropping clothes left and right, leaving them where they lay. On their way to the bed, Matthias slowed long enough to light a trio of candles on the mantelpiece, something that bathed the room in the golden glow of light. They paused by the big sleigh bed, the candlelight limning everything in gold. Kendall’s heart pounded faster as she took in the sight that was Matthias. Strangely, he seemed even bigger when he was naked, his broad shoulders and strong arms curved with muscle, his

flat chest and torso corded with more beneath the dark hair she found so erotic.

He settled both hands on her h*ps as she curled her fingers over his shoulders, then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap, facing him, her legs straddling his. Roping an arm around her waist, he kissed her again, the way he had before, hungry and urgent and deep. She moved her hand to the hard head of his shaft, palming him, then began to stroke him, leisurely, methodically, as she kissed him back. Matthias curled his hands over her fanny, matching his caresses to hers and mimicking both in the movement of his tongue inside her mouth.

He turned their bodies so that they were lying on the bed crossways, Kendall on her back and he by her side, with one heavy leg draped over both of hers and an arm thrown across her br**sts. He kissed her jaw, her cheek, her temple, her forehead, then moved down to her throat, her collarbone and her breast. There, he took his time, flattening his tongue over her nipple before drawing it into his mouth, confidently and completely. He covered her other breast with his hand, catching her nipple between the V of his index and middle fingers, squeezing gently and generating more fire inside her. Wanting more, she spread her legs and rubbed herself against his thigh, gasping at the new sensations that shot through her.