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‘That you’re going to see all of me and...’
‘And?’
‘And realise you don’t want me. I’ve changed so much.’ She looked away, not wanting to see the moment he realised that she was no longer sufficiently attractive.
He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. ‘You are beautiful.’ She closed her eyes when his hand skated over her skin, embracing the roundness of her belly, the fullness of her hips. ‘Your body has changed but it’s no less beautiful now. You’re giving me a child, Hannah. You’re a goddess.’
Hannah watched him take a small step back, his gaze running along the length of her body, and he shook his head. ‘I’m the luckiest man alive tonight because I get to touch you.’
Her lip wobbled and Matt kissed her then, gently sliding his lips over hers. Giving her a taste of what they would feel like everywhere else. And, as he lifted his lips from hers, his fingers curled around the bra and pulled it away, dropping it to the floor.
‘You’re perfect, Hannah,’ he said with vehemence. ‘Always.’
* * *
To Matt, there could never be anyone more perfect. He needed to make her understand just how crazy she drove him. That she was just as sexy now as she’d been months ago. He held her hand, moving it to the erection that was straining in his pants.
‘This is what you do to me.’
He watched her pupils dilate, swallowing most of the brown in her eyes. Those dainty hands that could be so wicked didn’t disappoint. His body jerked as she grasped him over the fabric. In a flash, she was pushing his jacket to the floor, unbuttoning his shirt at speed, ripping it off his shoulders. The appreciative gleam in her eyes gave him a rush like nothing else.
It was different when Hannah looked at him. It never felt fake. Never felt as if he was just wanted for his body, his money or his fame. He felt seen, as if she appreciated the man he was without all his power. Wishing with all his might that he could bottle that feeling and pull it out whenever he needed it, Matt trailed kisses down her body.
Coming to his knees in front of her, he relished the feeling of her belly on his hands. He kissed it. He felt more connected to her than ever before. He looked up at her and found her smiling, tears shining in her eyes.
‘Hannah?’
She shook her head but he refused to move. He kept his eyes trained on her and simply waited.
‘It’s just, there were nights I thought about you. Fantasised about this moment...’ Her voice trailed away.
A small admission, but one that had his heart thundering. Had he not fantasised about her too? Had he not imagined what it would be like to take her in this very apartment? She had spent all this time wanting him too. Matt felt the smile spreading on his cheeks. Winking at her, his mouth travelled lower. His hands moved to her hips as his lips closed over her sex, kissing and licking her over the silky fabric that still covered her. He was overcome with her honeyed taste, her smell. Fingers sliding into his hair drove him to pleasure her harder. He savoured her every whimper and moan.
‘Matt, I need...’
Feeling immensely proud that she wasn’t able to finish the thought, he eased the scrap of fabric down her legs and scooped her into his arms. Setting her down on the edge of his enormous bed, Matt piled pillows behind her.
‘Comfortable?’
She nodded and he stepped away, kicking off his socks and shoes, then eased down the fly on his trousers, noticing the pout on her face.
‘What is it?’
‘I feel like someone else is getting to open my Christmas present.’
Matt threw his head back and laughed. His expression was mirrored on her face. ‘Well, who am I to deprive you?’ He stepped between her legs. Her eyes focussed as she tugged down his trousers. His breathing became rapid as she slowly peeled the black boxer briefs away. A growl ripped from his throat as she stroked him.
This woman was his undoing.
And he wanted to be inside her right now.
Leaning her against the pillows, he caged her with his arms.
‘I need you to talk to me, sweetheart. Okay?’ As desperate as he was to lose himself in Hannah, he was still very aware of her condition. He wanted her to feel absolute bliss. Pleasure beyond imagining, not discomfort or worry. Or, worse yet, regret.
Once he was certain she would listen to his request, he tried to stand so that he could go to the bedside table, but Hannah stopped him with a curled leg holding his.
‘Matt, I want you like I had you the last time.’
