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Authors: Bella Andre, Jennifer Skully
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good man, and in this moment, with her body so close, her lips so sweet, he almost could. Because he already knew that Ari would accept only the most worthy.
Somehow he managed to pull back enough to murmur, “I shouldn’t do this.”
“You should.”
“You’re my na—”
Her kiss cut off the rest. “I want this, Matt. I want you. ”
He should let her go. Apologize for taking advantage of her. But the only words that came out of his mouth were, “Come with me.”
“Anywhere,” she whispered.
“Hold on tight.” To him. To this moment.
He cupped her against him and walked with her to his bedroom, shoving the door closed behind them. Shutting out the world and guilt and duty. For tonight, there was only the two of them.
And the forbidden desire that consumed them both.
Chapter Eight
The moon cast a bright swath across the room, the thick carpet, the massive bed. Beside the mattress, Matt let Ari’s feet slide to the floor. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He rained kisses along her neck and collarbone before adding, “If this is the first time.”
Even now, he was such a gentleman. “You don’t need to worry.” There’d been two guys she’d cared about as a teenager, but with both relationships, in the end they hadn’t mattered enough to each other to stay together. Standing in the circle of Matt’s arms, she realized that was all they’d been: boys. Not men like strong, loyal, loving Matt.
“Ari…” he murmured into her hair, his hands trailing down her arms. “I want to make you feel so good.”
Just being here with him was more than she could have ever hoped for. Fantasized, yes, but never hoped it would be real. Moments earlier, he’d been conflicted about wanting her, but she couldn’t stand the thought of his walking away. Not now. Not when they’d both finally given in to what she’d felt between them from the start.
“I want you to feel good too,” she said softly, “but even though I’m not a virgin, I’m not… I haven’t had much…”
He pulled back to cup her face in his hands, and in the heat of his eyes she was glad to see that desire was still winning out over duty or worries that she was his nanny. “All you need to do tonight”—he kissed her again—“is let me take care of you.”
She’d already known he was a caretaker—but now he showed her that it applied to everything he did, even pleasure. Emotion bubbled up, wanting to burst out of her as he gave her what she craved, pulling up the soft cotton of her T-shirt, inch by mind-altering inch, his fingertips setting her skin on fire. Then he tossed the shirt aside and stared at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Damn, you’re pretty.” He cupped her breasts through her bra. “I’ve dreamed of how you’d feel.” He swished a thumb over first one hard nipple, then the other, sending sparks racing down to her center.
Ari shivered with a need she’d never known before, her core clenching for his touch, his mouth. She swore he must be able to read her mind as his hand followed the trail of sparks, down, down, down, to cup her where she was hot and so very ready.
“I couldn’t stop dreaming of how you’d taste.”
She opened her mouth for breath, but he’d stolen all of it. He was a man, not a boy. He didn’t fumble, he didn’t beg. He seduced her with a man’s desires, with words that made her tremble.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her leggings, it seemed as though inner conflict held him in its grip again for a long moment. She held her breath to see which way he’d go.
Finally, he eased them down, looking at her as though she could say no at any moment. As though he would actually stop if she asked him to.
“ Please ,” she whispered, a million miles away from no .
When the pants slid to her bare feet, she held on to his arms and stepped out of them.
“Beautiful.” He ran his hands from her rib cage to her hips. “ Beyond
Somehow he managed to pull back enough to murmur, “I shouldn’t do this.”
“You should.”
“You’re my na—”
Her kiss cut off the rest. “I want this, Matt. I want you. ”
He should let her go. Apologize for taking advantage of her. But the only words that came out of his mouth were, “Come with me.”
“Anywhere,” she whispered.
“Hold on tight.” To him. To this moment.
He cupped her against him and walked with her to his bedroom, shoving the door closed behind them. Shutting out the world and guilt and duty. For tonight, there was only the two of them.
And the forbidden desire that consumed them both.
Chapter Eight
The moon cast a bright swath across the room, the thick carpet, the massive bed. Beside the mattress, Matt let Ari’s feet slide to the floor. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He rained kisses along her neck and collarbone before adding, “If this is the first time.”
Even now, he was such a gentleman. “You don’t need to worry.” There’d been two guys she’d cared about as a teenager, but with both relationships, in the end they hadn’t mattered enough to each other to stay together. Standing in the circle of Matt’s arms, she realized that was all they’d been: boys. Not men like strong, loyal, loving Matt.
“Ari…” he murmured into her hair, his hands trailing down her arms. “I want to make you feel so good.”
Just being here with him was more than she could have ever hoped for. Fantasized, yes, but never hoped it would be real. Moments earlier, he’d been conflicted about wanting her, but she couldn’t stand the thought of his walking away. Not now. Not when they’d both finally given in to what she’d felt between them from the start.
“I want you to feel good too,” she said softly, “but even though I’m not a virgin, I’m not… I haven’t had much…”
He pulled back to cup her face in his hands, and in the heat of his eyes she was glad to see that desire was still winning out over duty or worries that she was his nanny. “All you need to do tonight”—he kissed her again—“is let me take care of you.”
She’d already known he was a caretaker—but now he showed her that it applied to everything he did, even pleasure. Emotion bubbled up, wanting to burst out of her as he gave her what she craved, pulling up the soft cotton of her T-shirt, inch by mind-altering inch, his fingertips setting her skin on fire. Then he tossed the shirt aside and stared at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Damn, you’re pretty.” He cupped her breasts through her bra. “I’ve dreamed of how you’d feel.” He swished a thumb over first one hard nipple, then the other, sending sparks racing down to her center.
Ari shivered with a need she’d never known before, her core clenching for his touch, his mouth. She swore he must be able to read her mind as his hand followed the trail of sparks, down, down, down, to cup her where she was hot and so very ready.
“I couldn’t stop dreaming of how you’d taste.”
She opened her mouth for breath, but he’d stolen all of it. He was a man, not a boy. He didn’t fumble, he didn’t beg. He seduced her with a man’s desires, with words that made her tremble.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her leggings, it seemed as though inner conflict held him in its grip again for a long moment. She held her breath to see which way he’d go.
Finally, he eased them down, looking at her as though she could say no at any moment. As though he would actually stop if she asked him to.
“ Please ,” she whispered, a million miles away from no .
When the pants slid to her bare feet, she held on to his arms and stepped out of them.
“Beautiful.” He ran his hands from her rib cage to her hips. “ Beyond
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