style="font-size:15px;"> Every inch of her was aching, desperate with need. Biting her lip, she felt him pushing her knees apart, felt him nudging at her entrance and then thrusting forward, up, deep.
Laura gasped. Matt stopped. Waited a second for her to adjust. And then he pulled out of her, caught her mouth with his and drove back into her. A sob of pure pleasure rising in her throat, Laura wrapped her legs around his waist, threw her arms around his back and kissed him with every drop of desire she was feeling.
Her nails raked over his skin. His muscles strained with the effort of restraint.
But she didn’t want restraint. She burned for release. Tearing her mouth from his, she breathed, ‘More,’ into his ear and lifted her hips.
Matt went utterly still. His eyes blazed and then he began to move. Harder, faster, deeper, driving her higher and higher, making something inside her coil tighter and tighter until he thrust one more time and sent her hurtling over the edge. Laura shattered into kaleidoscopic ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure poured over her as she convulsed and trembled. Her heart hammered. Her blood roared in her ears. She felt Matt’s whole body tense. Heard him groan and then felt him pulsate deep inside her and it was enough to set off a series of tiny aftershocks of ecstasy that took her breath away all over again.
It was quite a few minutes before she got her breath and her senses back. As she drifted back down to reality after the most exquisite orgasm of her life she felt a great grin spreading across her face. Wow. If she’d known all casual sex was as hot as this, she’d have tried it long ago.
Or at least been a damn sight more assertive in the bedroom.
One softly breathed word and Matt’s steely control had unravelled. Still cocooned in the warmth of his arms, Laura felt like purring with pleasure. She’d have to remember that in the future.
And then she froze. Her heart thumped. Uh-oh. The future? That didn’t sound good. That sounded as if she wanted a repeat. Lots of repeats in fact. Repeats that went way beyond one afternoon.
To her horror she could feel her body softening, heating, getting ready for more just as soon as possible.
‘Laura?’ Matt’s voice cut through the hazy fog in her head.
‘Hmm?’ She wasn’t entirely sure she could speak and not just because his chest was crushing her lungs.
He lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes unfathomable. ‘Are you all right?’
‘Fine,’ she muttered, thinking she was anything but.
God, she was such an idiot. Had she really thought she could get rid of her old self that easily? That one two-week course, albeit a highly intensive one, could undo the habits of thirty-one years? What a pillock.
If she didn’t get out of here this very moment she’d find herself being sucked in by Matt and the incredible orgasms he appeared to be able to give her and she’d end up wanting more. Which was most certainly not part of the deal she’d made with either herself or him.
Laura swallowed and fixed a smile to her face. ‘Couldn’t be better,’ she added lightly.
Matt frowned. ‘Are you sure?’
Agh. This was so not a conversation she wanted to be having with him still hard and deep inside her. ‘Absolutely.’ She nodded, gave him a quick smile and prodded at his shoulders. ‘Would you mind?’
‘I rather think I would,’ Matt said flatly, manoeuvring them to shift himself onto his back and pulling her on top of him.
The blast of cold air that hit her back made Laura shiver. ‘Could you let me go, please?’
His arms fell from her waist, and she eased herself off him. Aware that his eyes were following her every move, burning into her skin, Laura fought the impulse to leap back on top of him, and set about retrieving her clothes. She swiped up her underwear and her T-shirt and dragged them on, trying not to respond to the way they scratched over her already highly sensitised skin.
Her shorts, however, lay beneath him. Laura bit her lip. Sprinting back home without them would encourage curtain twitching gossip she definitely didn’t need. ‘Can you shift a bit?’ she said, trying to yank on the inch of fabric she could see.
However Matt didn’t budge. Apart from shooting his hand out to wrap itself round her wrist.
‘Laura, what’s going on?’
‘Going on?’ she said, her eyes jerking to his. Only minutes ago his eyes had been blazing with passion but his whole demeanour was stonier than granite. ‘Nothing’s going on.’
‘So why the hurry?’
‘I have to get going.’
‘A little too wild and uncontrollable, huh?’
She stamped down on the blush that she could feel blooming inside her. ‘Not at all,’ she said, aiming for a nonchalance she didn’t feel. ‘I really do have to go. Like I said, I have plans.’
Matt released her, sprang to his feet and yanked on his jeans. ‘Right,’ he said, his voice ice cold and devoid of emotion. ‘Sure. Then I guess you don’t want lunch.’
With him standing there looking so gorgeous and rumpled in just his jeans, all Laura could think of was how much she did want lunch. With Matt as the main course. ‘Some other time perhaps,’ she muttered, and legged it.
THREE weeks later, Laura had just about managed to wipe Matt and that incredible afternoon from her mind. But it had been one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do.
For days afterwards she’d wafted around in a kind of dreamlike state, not entirely sure whether the whole thing had actually happened or if it had simply been a product of her imagination. It had been so amazing, so mind-blowing and, up until the moment she’d panicked, everything she’d imagined it would be.
Ruthlessly blocking out the way they’d parted, or rather the way she’d scarpered, she’d wallowed in the memories of the hour before, and as a result had got very little done.
If it hadn’t been for the call from the headhunter a week ago she’d probably still be at it. Wandering round her house with a dreamy smile on her face, putting the milk in the bathroom cabinet and the toothpaste in the fridge.
To think that she might have missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime just because she’d been too busy drifting around in a daze …
Laura went cold and shuddered. It didn’t bear thinking about. And neither did Matt. Not any longer. Now she had to focus on her career. Her savings wouldn’t last for ever and daydreaming wouldn’t pay the bills.
This job, however, would not only pay the bills, it would also get her life firmly back on track.
The opportunity to head up the restoration project on the isolated island of Sassania was a dream come true. The country had been closed off to the outside world for years. As the result
