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, lean and tanned.
And any minute now it was all going to come down on top of her. Her gaze dropped to his erection and for a second she went dizzy. ‘Oh, I really do.’ She bit her lip to stop herself whimpering. ‘More probably.’
‘I doubt that’s possible,’ Matt said tightly.
Laura let her gaze wander up him, over the dips and ridges of his chest, the strong tanned neck and the square jaw and into eyes so dark they were almost black.
She swallowed and delicious anticipation began to thunder through her. Matt was radiating so much tension, looking as if he was having to battle so hard to cling on to his control that she wondered with a thrill what would happen when it snapped.
God, she thought with a tiny surge of satisfaction. Going for what she wanted was great. The sense of power it gave her was awesome. Who knew?
Lifting her arms above her head, Laura arched her back and batted her eyelashes as she smiled up at him. ‘Why don’t you come down here and join me and we can figure it out?’
‘Just so you know,’ he murmured, lowering himself on top of her and bearing his weight on his elbows, ‘I always win.’
‘I’m sure you do,’ she said softly, loving the feel of his body trapping hers. Look where she was. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t at least try. ‘You know what I’d really like?’
‘What?’
She lifted her face and looked straight into his eyes. ‘I’d like you inside me. Right now.’
She felt his heart thump. Saw his jaw clench. Felt his whole body tighten. Aha. Who was winning now? ‘Is that right?’ he murmured, staring down at her but not moving an inch.
‘It is,’ she said softly.
‘I’ll bear it in mind.’
Oh. That wasn’t the outcome she’d hoped for. ‘Please …’ she breathed, batting her eyelashes and smiling up at him.
His erection leapt. Feeling a tiny stab of triumph, she tilted her hips against him and let out a sigh of longing.
Matt growled. ‘You,’ he said, his mouth tugging into a faint smile, ‘are irresistible.’
‘I know,’ she said smugly, and then gasped as his mouth landed on hers.
Hot and demanding, it began a devastating assault on her senses. His tongue drove into her mouth, tangling with hers, pushing her to the edge of reason. His hands settled on her arms above her head and then slid down her body, making her burn and tremble.
He dragged his mouth away from hers and dropped a trail of scorching kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Her head fell back and she moaned. His mouth moved lower, lower, until it closed over her aching nipple and she nearly leapt off the sofa. But he was pinning her down with his weight and all she could do was succumb.
Frankly why would she want to do anything else? Laura clutched a cushion with one hand. Grabbed his head with the other as he sucked, stroked, licked and nibbled and she started to lose it. Great waves of pleasure began to roll over her. Desire drenched her and she ached with the need to be filled with him.
‘Please, Matt,’ she breathed, no longer conscious of what she was saying. ‘I don’t think I can bear it.’
His mouth still on her breast, Matt swept his hand down over her hip, round, covered the triangle of hair at the top of her thighs and slid a finger deep inside her. Laura groaned and felt her inner muscles tighten around his finger. He pressed her clitoris with his thumb and her breathing shallowed as she felt herself begin to break apart.
No, she cried silently, clinging on to her control, she didn’t want it to be like this.
She wanted him, all of him, all that strength pounding into her.
She wanted him to lose control the way she was about to.
‘Are you going to make me beg again?’
‘Would you?’
‘If I have to. But I’d probably hate you for it.’
Matt let out a ragged breath. ‘I wouldn’t want that,’ he murmured.
‘Then help me out here,’ she said desperately,
