She looked up again and a smile tugged at her lips. “I did wonder.”
“Why don’t I help you gather some empirical evidence to prove it?” he suggested, wrapping his arms around her. “That way you can be sure the next time.”
Her smile blossomed. “Why don’t you?”
But when he leaned down to kiss her, she suddenly laid her hand on his chest once more and leaned back in his arms so she could see his face clearly.
“Will there be a ‘next time’?” she asked, for the first time uncertain of where this was leading.
He seemed to understand her question.
“I know it seems kind of quick,” he said.
“Only two days,” she reminded him.
“The thing is, we Saint men tend to fall fast and hard, if you know what I mean.”
“I think so.”
He smiled. “We also tend to know, right from the get-go, who we want to spend the rest of our lives with.”
“Do you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh. Well. In that case…”
She reached up to take his face in her hands and stood on her toes so she could reach him. When their lips met she felt the proverbial fireworks going off inside her, and as their kiss deepened, she knew that she would soon be able to fly.
An angry car horn from the street below, brought her up short, and she pulled back just far enough to look around. They were standing right in the middle her living room windows.
“Uh, maybe we should move this to the back,” she said, her breathless voice sounding strange to her own ears.
Matt’s deep, rumbling chuckle was followed by a not-too-gentle nip on her jaw.
“Good idea.”
Mel laughed and pulled away, though she kept his hand clasped tightly in hers as she led him back to her bedroom, turning out the lights along the way.
10
Once they were safely inside her bedroom, with only the streetlight outside her window for illumination, she raised her lips to his once more, and their hands began to roam. Matt slipped her jacket off and tossed it toward a chair while she pulled the tail of his shirt free, unbuttoned it then sent both shirt and jacket to the floor. He reached for the zipper on her slacks while she reached for his belt, thrilled by what she could see in the front of his jeans. In moments they were both naked and rolling across her double bed, which was dwarfed by his size.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured between kisses as he explored every inch of her body with his callused fingers, which sent tingles coursing through her.
“I’m not really, you know,” she whispered, fighting to give as good as she was getting.
“I guess I’m just gonna have to convince you, somehow,” he growled low in his throat, as his lips traced her face and moved on to her neck and shoulders.
“I’m not very good at this, either,” she said, hating to admit it to him but somehow needing him to know.
“Who says?” he murmured, as he shifted to let one callused hand cup one breast.
She felt her world shift.
“Well, I’ve only done this once before,” she said, hating to have to break that news to him at this point. “I was a sophomore in college. He was a grad student, with all sorts of experience, I pretty sure, and he said I wasn’t any good. I guess he was right, because I never did…well, I never...I mean, of course I’ve heard about orgasms, but I’ve never had one.”
She felt herself blushing furiously, and when Matt stopped what he was doing to her, to take her face in both of his big hands, Mel had to force herself to open her eyes and face the music.
“Darlin’,” he said, his smile surprising the heck out of her, “if you never had an orgasm, then it was the man who was doin’ it wrong.”
“Really?” she asked, surprise overtaking her embarrassment.
He grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
He shifted once more, and the next thing she knew, those amazing lips were making a wet trail down to her breast, where he suddenly stopped and suckled.
Mel thought she heard a scream as she all but lifted them both off the bed.
She felt Matt’s laughter, as he wrapped his hands around her torso under her arms and lifted her up to feast on her breasts, first one then the other, until suddenly everything in her tightened and she felt wetness between her thighs as she was swamped with pleasure beyond her imagination.
Matt lowered her gently to the bed when she finally went limp, still not quite certain of what had happened.
“See what I mean?” he said, as he nuzzled her neck and ear.
“Oh, yeah,” she gasped.
Matt laughed and started to work on her again, but when she pushed at his shoulders, he rolled onto his back, allowing her to climb on top and straddle his thighs, so she could run her fingers through the thick curly hair on his chest.
“My turn, big guy,” she said, surprising herself with the sultry tone of her voice.
“Be my guest,” he said, reaching up to take both her breasts in his big hands.