Page 57 of Finding Zara


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“Thanks.” He clinked his beer bottle against my wine glass. “Now, please put me out of my misery and try your dinner.”

Grinning, I took a bite of chicken and chewed slowly, swallowed and said noncommittally, “Hm.” Then I burst out laughing at Matt’s worried expression. “Kidding. Kidding! It’s fantastic.” I laughed some more at his exaggerated sigh of relief.

When we finished eating, Matt took my plate from me and piled it with his on the table. I thought for sure we would go straight to his bedroom so the low thrum of heat between us could take off. I took a sip of wine, waiting for him to say something, but he simply leaned back on the cushions, laying his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers idly toying with the fine hairs at the nape of my neck as he gazed into the fire. In his mind there was clearly no rush: we had all night. I relaxed, moving closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder, smiling as he kissed the top of my head and put his arm around me, shifting so we were more comfortable. The flames danced in the fire pit, the sparks from the embers twirling gracefully as they rose toward the star-studded sky. His fingers played with mine where they rested in my lap.

“Matthew.”

“Hmm?”

“We really should do the dishes.” Feeling him lean back, I lifted my head to look at him. There was an incredulous look in his eye. “It’s the chef in me, I can’t help it.” He rose to his feet and, leaning over, kissed me briefly before reaching for the plates. Watching me steadily and arching his eyebrow, he half turned and slowly, deliberately, dropped them one by one in the fire. My eyes widened in surprise, and I burst out laughing. “Okay. The dishes are officially done.”

He grinned wickedly and, pulling me to my feet, said, “I don’t think I could have trusted you to do them in the kitchen. We’ve got a seriously bad track record there.”

“Or good, depending on your point of view.”

“Mm, true.” Pushing his hand into my hair, he tilted my head back, looking at me for the longest time, something undefined swirling in the green depths of his eyes, leaving me breathless. Then he kissed me, and time stopped. I gave in to the rising heat that churned in my belly, pressing myself hard against him as he deepened the kiss. Holding me tight, he made his way around the furniture, walking backward to the sliding door, reaching behind him to push it open, kissing me the whole time.

Once we were inside, I let out a groan of frustration as his hands roamed down my back, my jacket too thick to allow me to feel his hands on me. “Let me get your coat for you,” he said, reaching for the zipper, pulling it down in one quick, smooth movement.

“M’kay,” I whispered into his lips, shrugging out of it, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled me with him across the living room, into the hallway, pushing me up against the wall, pressing molten kisses down my neck. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he lowered himself to the ground in front of me. “What are you doing?” He took one foot in his hand and removed the boot, then the other, threw them over his shoulder. I grinned as he rose to his feet. “Funny.” Grinning back at me, he linked his fingers with mine, pulling me further down the hallway, into his bedroom.

I glanced around briefly, took in the creamy tones, the softly inviting glowing lamps, the chair in the corner with work clothes thrown haphazardly on it, some weird, abstract artwork on the wall. Most of all, I noticed the neatly-made, king sized bed. A giant ball of lust hit me in the belly. I wanted to be in that bed with Matt on top of me. As soon as possible.

Throwing my arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily, I tried to drag him toward the bed. “Wait.”

“Wait?” Frustrated at all the clothes still between us, I slid my hands under his sweater and pushed it up. I needed to put my hands on him, touch his skin, feel his muscles ripple.

As I raised his arms so I could pull his sweater off, he said, “Slow down.”

I didn’t listen, running my hands over his chest, his back, everywhere. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted, desperately, to press my naked flesh to his. In a flash, I had my t-shirt and sweater off and my arms wrapped around Matt’s waist while I pressed hot kisses all over his chest. Still not naked enough, I reached for his belt with hungry fingers, whimpering in frustration when I couldn’t get the buckle undone.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back, holding me away from him, smiling when my startled gaze flew to his. “Zara, we’ve got all night. What’s the rush?”

Flustered, blowing out a breath, I said, “I don’t know… I just saw the bed and it made me a bit crazy, I guess.”

“Oh, you want the bed? Why didn’t you say so?” He slid his hands from my shoulders to my back, undid the clasp of my bra with a flick of his fingers. As it fell to the floor, he toed off his boots and kicked them aside, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, pulled me toward him and kissed me ferociously. I felt sizzling heat shoot through me, barely noticing that Matt had undone my jeans and pushed them down until I felt his hands on my bare ass. “Step out of them,” he commanded. “Now then,” he said when I was fully naked, his gaze running over me, making my heart pound. He pulled the comforter all the way down, then turning back, made me gasp with surprise when he picked me up and dropped me on the bed. With a wolfish grin, he joined me, stretching out beside me, running his hand from just below my knee, up my thigh, along my hip, over my waist, and to my breast. I moaned as his calloused palm cupped my breast, his thumb teasing the nipple. “How’s this?”

“Pretty good.”

“Only pretty good? You sound disappointed.”

“Matthew, I want, I mean, Ireallywant you to fuck me right now.”

“I know you do.” He shifted so that he was lying on top of me, my legs trapped so I couldn’t wrap them around him. Grabbing my hands, he pinned them above my head, wrapping my fingers around the wrought iron bars of the headboard. “But I’ve wanted you in my bed for so long, that now I finally have you here, I want to take my time.” He shifted his hips slightly so I could feel his erection, grinning when I let out another moan. “So how about we take the edge off for you, hey?” Moving back onto his side, he cupped my face, kissed me softly, sweetly.

I let go of the headboard and reached for him, but before I could touch him, he grabbed my wrist, put my hand back above my head. Pulling back slightly to look at me, he said, “For this to work, you have to keep your hands to yourself. Can I trust you to do that?” He waited a beat before continuing. “Or do I have to tie you up?” Heat bloomed in my belly at his words, and he saw it in my eyes. “You want me to do that, Zara?”

“Not tonight,” I said breathlessly. I’d never done anything like that before and my sudden reaction to the idea surprised me.

“Okay, trust it is then.” When he trailed his hand down to cup my breast again and flick at the nipple with his thumb, his eyes on my face the entire time, I held onto the headboard tightly. “Good girl,” he said huskily, moving his hands lower, over my belly, smiling when I opened my legs for him. His eyes turned to dark, glittering emeralds when he felt how wet I was. Crying out, I dug my feet into the mattress, pushing my hips up to meet his hand, desperately keeping my eyes on his, losing myself as he moved his finger inside me, over my clit, then back inside. “That’s it,” he encouraged, increasing the pressure, faster and faster, until my mouth dropped open and I screamed, my knuckles white as my hips bucked uncontrollably in climax. “So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing me again, a lovely, luxurious kiss that calmed me down.

When my heart slowed I reached for him, but he stopped me again and covered my body with his, kissing me once more before moving down my body. He stopped to run his tongue over first one nipple, then the other, until they were stiff peaks, then he moved on, pressing open-mouthed kisses over my belly and thighs, before settling between my legs.

I closed my eyes when he ran his tongue gently over my clit, allowing the pleasure to build slowly, inexorably, until I was mindless with it again and he had to hold me down while he flicked his tongue hard and fast enough that I came again. My chest heaving and my heart thumping hard, I finally let go of the headboard, curling into Matt when he lay down next to me and pulled me into his arms. “Jesus Christ,” I said breathlessly, squirming when he trailed his fingers lightly down my side, shivering as I buried my face in his neck, waiting for my body to recover. I was lying close enough to feel Matt’s cock, rock hard against my belly. I wanted him inside me.

Drawing in a few deep, calming breaths, I leaned back, smiling at Matt with slumberous eyes. Running my fingers through the hair on his chest, I said, “I still want you to fuck me, though.”

“Mm, good to know,” he replied, brushing a light kiss across my lips.

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