“Hot fucking girl.” His palm connected with a firm strike. “Make me hard in public?”
Another strike of his hand. When he once again soothed the spot by stroking it in circles, she shook her head. “S-stop. I like it…the burn.”
His hand ceased its movement. “Is that right?”
“Yes.”
Rough hands grasped her shoulders and propelled her away from the door. Within seconds, she found herself bent over at the waist, elbows resting on the small dining table placed in the corner of the room. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it. Any second now he would spank her harder than before, no holding back. She couldn’t wait. Wanted it so bad.
A knock sounded at the door. “Pizza delivery.”
For long, torturous seconds, neither one of them moved. No sounds could be heard in the room save their harsh breathing. Oh God, he’s going to stop. No, no—
Slap.
Lucy screamed.
Chapter Four
When Sasha screamed his name, Matt slipped a little closer toward insanity. Who the hell was this girl? What was she doing to him?
He’d heard the knock on the door, knew the right thing to do would be to answer it, pay the man and end what he’d unwisely started with her. If he wasn’t careful, he’d become addicted to her. Hell, he might already be halfway there. She hadn’t shied away from him, hadn’t looked at him with fear or disgust. Only an insatiable need for more. A need that possibly even matched his own. The trust she continued to show him, not holding anything back…it had drawn the very thing out of him he’d worked for years to keep under wraps. He couldn’t control it around her. More, she didn’t want him to. Christ, she was breathtaking.
When he’d heard another man’s voice so close to her, where she’d stood naked and vulnerable, his first instinct hadn’t been to cover her up. Or put a stop to what would undoubtedly end with him buried in her sweet body. No. His instinct had been to claim her, in a way that any male in the vicinity knew who the fuck she belonged to. It came on so powerful and swift that he couldn’t deny it or hold back. So he’d raised his hand and spanked her so hard he could still make out his handprint. He’d wanted her to scream loud enough to shake the rafters. He’d wanted everyone to hear it.
Now, though, he waited, heart beating in his throat. This is where she would scramble for her clothes, crying, shouting through her tears for him to stay away. Any second now she would shatter him. This brave, amazing girl had been willing to trust him and he’d pushed too hard. He’d let his need to touch her block everything else out.
He held his breath as Sasha tossed back her strawberry-blond curls, meeting his eyes over her shoulder. Her lips were damp and parted, eyes smoky. Magnificent. His cock swelled so huge against his belly he had to support himself with a hand on the table. “Again, Matt.”
His forehead dropped down onto her back with a groan. She can’t be real. Part of him wished like hell she hadn’t just given him permission to go further, because he’d be incapable of stopping now. This is when his appetite turned dangerous, where the last vestiges of his control went down the drain. She didn’t, couldn’t, know what she was getting into. When another more tentative knock came from the door, she worked her ass in circles on his lap, as if he needed any more encouragement to ignore the intrusion.
Slap. Slap. Her answering moan caused a hot, deep clenching in his belly. He needed to take her now. The need raged inside him like a hurricane. With a twist of his wrist, he ripped the light-pink panties from her body, jaw clenching when she only arched her back. In anticipation? God, he hoped so. Stopping now could very well kill him.
Matt inserted his foot between her ankles and forced her legs wide, then thrust two fingers into her damp opening. So goddamn tight.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow. From me. From how I’m about to fuck you. Every time you walk, sit, or stand, you’re going to think of me.”
“Yes. Please. I will.”
Ass reddened by his hand, thighs spread in welcome, she had to be the most erotic sight he’d ever laid eyes on. Possession gripped him around the throat as he took the condom from his wallet, unbuttoned his jeans fully and rolled the latex down his sensitive length. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head against her clit, savoring the little whimpering noises she made in her throat, watching as her hips began to shake. He started to ease inside her, but something stopped him. It felt too impersonal, taking her this way after the trust she’d shown him. He wanted to look at her, see her face when he entered her for the first time.
Quickly, he turned her, something foreign flooding his chest when he saw her flushed face, her passion-glazed eyes. Yes, this is what he wanted. This felt right. She was impatient, too, he realized. Her throaty groan of frustration had Matt dragging her close, stripping her shirt off over her head so he could watch her pink-tipped breasts bounce. Supporting himself on the table with one hand, he hefted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“Take me deep, Sasha. I can’t wait any longer to fuck you. I need you.”
Something akin to panic flared in her eyes just as he drove into her with a hard upward thrust. “Matt—”
Then it was gone, as though he’d imagined it. Hidden behind her expression of shocked pleasure. His vision swam when he finally managed to shift his hips enough to bury himself to the hilt. Never. He’d never felt anything like her. She squeezed every inch of him like a vise, already beginning to contract, milking him before he’d even moved.
“Oh…oh my God. Matt.”
He spoke through clenched teeth. “Tell me when you’ve gotten used to me.”
“N-now. I’m…now.” Fingernails sinking into his shoulders, she dug her heels into the flesh of his ass and started writhing against his lap in midair. Fuck. He nearly came then and there, just from the sight of her. Head thrown back, lithe body undulating in quick circles designed to short-circuit his brain. Her pussy held him in such a tight grip, he knew her body couldn’t have accommodated him so easily, but she kept moving nonetheless, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as if the pressure between her legs were the only conscious part of her world.
Matt took her ass in his hands, lifting her and slamming her back down onto his cock. “You like when it hurts a little, baby?”
Her breath shuddered out. “I-I like the way you do it.”
His growl caused her eyes to pop open. Not in fear, but with excitement. It let loose something inside him, something he’d never felt. It took over, commanding his body for him. Before he could register his own actions, he dragged her down onto the floor, flipped her over and entered her from behind. “These thighs were made to be spread for a man. This man. Open them wider. Now.”
“Yes.”
His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, drawing her head back until she cried out. Some untapped part of him craved authority over her, going hand in hand with his dictation of her body’s responses. He needed her to recognize it. “Yes, please.”
“Please!”
Matt drove into her, over and over, the sound of slapping bodies and wild moans filling the room. Her body counteracted each movement of his own perfectly, all wet friction and tight strokes of flesh. He watched as the shaking started in her shoulders and moved down her back. He wanted to make her release powerful, needed her to associate pleasure with him for the rest of her life. His fingers traced over her pumping hip to massage her clit, speeding up as her movements grew jerky and desperate.
“I’m…oh, please…”
“Come. Now. Let me feel what I did to you.” Operating on instinct, he reared back with his hand and slapped her ass. He felt her go over the edge, her inner muscles spasming around him. The feel of her—tight, shaking perfection—sent him growling into his own climax, pumping into her as long as he could. Never wanting it to end. “Sasha.”
…
Hearing her best friend’s name on Matt’s lips instead of her own felt like an ice pick lodging itself in Lucy�
��s sternum.
What have I done?
She’d tried to stop him; the words had been poised on her lips just before he entered her. Then he’d filled her so thoroughly and started moving. Stopping him, telling him the truth on the chance he might walk away and leave her cold, hadn’t been an option. Not if she wanted to go on breathing. From that point forward, she’d been mindless to anything but his mastering of her body. There simply wasn’t another word for it. He’d mastered her completely, breaking her down and making her whole at the same time. It didn’t seem possible that she’d only met him this afternoon.
The physical attraction between them was a force in itself. Add to it the foreign mixture of yearning and concern she’d felt for him, this need to be exactly what he needed…
It was exactly how he was looking at her right now.
He sat back on the carpet and pulled her into his lap, lips tracing over her hair, murmuring words she couldn’t afford to discern.
He thinks you’re someone else.
“Tell me you’re okay.”
Lucy nodded vigorously, swallowing the hard knot in her throat. She knew he wanted her to say something, but she couldn’t manage words. It felt like someone was choking her. The concern in his voice, the way his fingers drew soothing circles on her hips and stomach, she didn’t deserve it. Liar. She’d never expected to feel something as powerful as the response he’d drawn from her body. Never expected to feel a connection. How stupid she’d been to assume that anything with this man could be casual. The demons behind his eyes should have been a warning. Her reaction to them should have been a bright, blinking caution sign.
Lucy knew the truth, though. She’d seen the warning signs and gone hurtling past them anyway. It’s that lack of restraint that had landed her in trouble countless times. A little voice whispered in her head now, telling her the consequences of tricking him would be far worse than she’d ever experienced in the past.
Without warning, he lifted her into his arms. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, continuing his long strides toward the bathroom. When they walked inside, he didn’t turn on the fluorescent light, thankfully. She had a feeling her eyes would betray everything. As it was, the soft light filtering in from the bedroom revealed too much. Matt set her on her feet and stood behind her. Their gazes met and what she saw there caused a flood of guilt in her chest. Anxiety tightened his features as he broke their eye contact and began inspecting her body.
He sucked in a breath, running gentle hands over her bottom. “Baby.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” she managed. That was only half a lie, but it still felt bitter on her tongue. Were lies going to come so easy to her now that she’d gotten the ball rolling?
Matt reached around her, his hand closing around a minuscule bottle of complimentary lotion with the motel’s logo printed on the side. It took his unscrewing the cap to discern his intention. “It’s not much, but it will help with the redness.”
Lucy tried to turn and stop him, but when coolness replaced the raw sting on her skin, her mouth snapped shut. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized exactly how sore the spanking had left her. Instead of alarming, she found her condition…thrilling. Watching him in the mirror, seeing him attend to her so diligently, made her feel powerful. Cherished.
What an odd reaction. Yet there it was. The same feeling she’d had against the door, bent over the table, kneeling on the floor. It didn’t make sense, since Matt had been holding the reins, commanding her, dominating her. Somehow, she’d never felt so in control.
Lips tracing across her bare shoulder distracted her. As if on cue, her head tilted to the side, encouraging him. “We should have had a safe word,” he said. “I didn’t know it would get that far. I’m so sorry.”
“Safe word,” she repeated, searching her brain for where she’d heard that term before. Sasha, maybe. Or in a book. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t have used it.”
Matt exhaled in a rush, meeting her eyes again as he continued massaging her bottom in gentle circles. She felt herself go a little light-headed. The image of this absurdly masculine man behind her, treating her with such care, would surely be imprinted on her brain for the rest of her life. Tall as he was, she could feel his abdomen pressed against her back, his strong thighs flush with her naked bottom. The cut muscles in his arms flexed as he applied the lotion, eyes watching her with such intensity in the mirror, seeming to glow.
She thought back to his fervent words, when this whole thing had started. Don’t let me do it… Have I scared the hell out of you yet? Again, the need to soothe him rose like a tide. The way he was looking at her, as if worried he’d broken her…she couldn’t let him continue to think that way. She’d loved everything they’d done. God, she wanted to do it again. As in, now. Would have already suggested it if it were possible. But her lie had damned her. She couldn’t be with him again, her inexcusable deception hanging over her head. Still, she couldn’t leave him with any doubt that he’d given her incredible pleasure.
Lucy turned, gasping when his erection slid across her belly. He’d been holding himself away from her, so she wouldn’t feel it. For some reason, that bothered the hell out of her. She’d just resolved to distance herself from him before she made her dishonest actions even worse, but standing this close to him, seeing that disquiet in his eyes, it flattened her resolve like a pancake. Of its own accord, her fingers traced over the ridges of his abs, watching in fascination as his chest began to rise and fall faster.
“Matt—”
A knock at the door. Matt cursed.
Her eyebrows rose. “That is one persistent pizza delivery guy.”
The corners of his mouth lifted even as he shook his head. “Stay here. I’ll go pay for it.” He went to leave the bathroom, then turned back and dropped a sweet, slow kiss on her mouth. When he pulled away, he backed out of the bathroom as if afraid to lose sight of her. That look caused something awful to coil uncomfortably inside of her. He didn’t know who he was looking at in such a manner. He thought she was someone else entirely. Not the impulsive idiot she was in reality. Dammit to hell, Lucy.
She turned and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Hair a tumbled mess, lips swollen, she barely recognized herself. It was more than her appearance, though. The regret coursing through her veins was palpable in the air around her. After a moment, she overheard snippets of the discussion taking place at the door.
Found the part after all…installed…car’s ready to go…
Relief and disappointment warred so hard in her stomach, it caused her eyes to close. Leaving now and continuing their drive to New York meant she wouldn’t have to face her lie much longer. She could part ways with him, hope he would chalk their encounter up to a hot fling and not pursue seeing her again. The crippling wave of panic that came along with that thought, however, blocked everything else out. She should come clean. Now. Before another minute passed.
And see the tenderness in his eyes turn to disgust?
No. Maybe it made her a coward, but she couldn’t do it. Just a few more hours and she could leave him with a fond memory, instead of the outrage she suspected would come along with finding out she was Brent’s little sister.
Outside the bathroom, she heard the door close. Taking a deep breath for courage, she pasted a smile on her face and walked out into the bedroom to find him, hands on hips, staring thoughtfully at the door. He snapped to attention when he saw her, but looked less than pleased.
“The car is re—”
“I heard,” Lucy interrupted brightly. “That’s great news.”
“Is it?” Matt said under his breath. Swallowing hard, Lucy pretended not to hear him as she pulled on her clothes, doing her best not to wince when the material dragged over her sensitive backside.
When she’d finished dressing and he still hadn’t moved, she had no choice but to face him. There was no way to prevent her eyes from tracking down over his shirtless body. Good Lord, he enlivened ev
ery cell in her body. Knowing she could never allow herself to touch him again caused her physical pain. “What?”
“You seem awfully eager to leave.”
Lucy steeled herself against the urge to drop her purse and throw herself into his arms. Instead, she waggled her eyebrows. “I’ve got big plans for this week. I guess I’m eager to get started.”
Then without a backward glance, she breezed out of the room and headed in the direction of the garage, hating herself a little more every step of the way.
Chapter Five
Matt’s hands clenched on the steering wheel as he exited the Holland Tunnel. Minutes away from dropping Sasha off and he still had no idea where the hell they stood. She’d been feigning sleep for the last fifty miles, head propped against the window, her curls still messy from his goddamn hands. Several times he’d had to tamp down the urge to pull over and drag her across the console onto his lap. Not to fuck her, although that’s undoubtedly where it would lead if he got that close. First, though, he wanted to get an honest reaction out of her. If it meant interrogating her on the side of the highway, he’d been prepared to do just that.
Then the flashbacks had started, causing him to question everything. Had he imagined her enthusiasm when they’d made love back in the motel room? Had her uninhibited response been a projection, something he’d wanted to see, but didn’t really exist? It stood to reason, since she’d been deathly quiet afterward, standing motionless in front of him in the bathroom, pale as a ghost. God, if he’d hurt her…
Matt glanced at her delicate form for what felt like the thousandth time. Shit, he’d been rough as hell with her. She’d seemed to want it, even requested it. Hadn’t she? He’d been so fucking gone for her, bursting at the seams with lust and the need to please her, he wondered now if that had shaded his perception. His needs had been kept locked up so tight for so damn long. Sweated out of him nightly as he went round after round with the punching bag that hung suspended in his apartment. He hadn’t been prepared for her. Hadn’t had time to bring the urges down from a boiling point to the slow simmer he walked around with each day.
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