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‘Please, Matt,’ Hannah begged.
This woman, so capable and confident, would never have begged anyone else—just him. The thought was both sobering and made him high. ‘I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart,’ he whispered in her ear at the same time his finger slipped into her folds. Her keening whine shot through his body as she pressed her face into his neck.
Matt held her firmly, telling her she was safe, that she could let go while his fingers slowly slid in and out of her, drenched in her wetness. His thumb teased her. And, even though he was the one making her come apart, his breath was just as rapid as hers.
‘I...’ was all she got out before she fell apart in his arms and the sight was the most beautiful thing he’d ever had the privilege to witness.
Taking his fingers from her, he pulled her against him so her back was against his chest. They fitted so perfectly together. Right then, he knew joy.
* * *
Matt peppered kisses along Hannah’s neck and shoulders. Each touch fired off a thousand different sparks until she was craving his touch again. It wasn’t just the touch that was currently shredding her heart in the best way. Hannah had been feeling uncomfortable, less sexy with each passing day, but Matt blew right through her insecurities. He was so gentle and considerate. Being on her side like this, with his hard warm body pressed up against her, was the most comfortable she’d been in days. That didn’t take away from the fact that she could feel his erection and wanted it inside her.
Thank God she didn’t have to ask, because she felt him at her entrance, then slowly push into her with a strangled groan.
‘Hannah. How are you so perfect? It’s like you were meant for me.’
How she hoped she was. Rocking his hips, Matt slid in deeply and out. A curse flew out on his rushed breath. Her own was sticking in her throat. She was being carried away on a cloud of sensation where she was above everything, yet tethered to this bed, where Matt was taking her apart and putting her back together with every thrust.
Then Matt laced their fingers together, making her touch herself with his guidance. It was so utterly intimate. She was racing towards release and, from the sound of Matt’s gruff pants, so was he.
‘With me, sweetheart—’ he choked.
Always! her brain screamed at her, but she couldn’t get the words out, not when she was climbing, climbing, climbing, then shattering around Matt, bearing down on him as his muffled shout sounded against her neck.
Her body went limp in his arms. Sex with Matt was always amazing, but this time it was so different. It wasn’t just sex. He had taken care of her. He had apologised and worshipped her.
This wasn’t sex at all. This time, they’d made love, and it made Hannah’s heart sing.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LYING TOGETHER, bodies pressed tight, the thumping of their hearts could be felt, rocketing through each other as if they were one, their hearts fused eternally.
Hannah had never felt so at one with Matt than she did right now. And given how tightly he was holding her—one arm possessively around her belly—she imagined that he was feeling the very same way.
She wanted to lie here with him and forget the world. Bask in this moment for as long as she could. She’d been so hurt the night before but now that seemed like aeons ago.
Needing to look at Matt, Hannah turned around in his arms. Fingertips scratching through the stubble that had grown overnight, she watched him slowly open his eyes. There was something in the way he looked at her that made warmth spread out from her chest. As fun as it had been, they had shared something powerful.
She wanted him to know how she felt. The words coalesced on her tongue.
‘Matt...’ His name came out softer than she had meant but somehow it seemed like the loudest sound in the world. That one word was all it took; she could see him withdraw. Whatever emotion had been in his eyes just a second ago evaporated until his face was a neutral mask, and she wanted to scream.
He still held back. After what they’d done in this bed, with his arms still around her, he couldn’t open up.
Hannah wasn’t sure what he could see on her face. She never could hide anything from him. Whatever he saw was making his jaw tick. All that peace from a moment before was incinerated, replaced with anger and frustration.
‘You know what? Never mind.’ She climbed off the bed, pulling the sheet with her.
‘Hannah, stop.’
‘I need a shower,’ she said stiffly, not bothering to meet his eyes. Wrapping the soft sheet tightly around herself, she looked around for her night dress, only to find it pooled on the floor. It was fine, she didn’t need it.
She rushed out of Matt’s bedroom without a backward glance. There was no way she was going to show him how much it hurt her when he shut down. She was going to ignore the burning behind her eyes. As soon as she was in her own room, she closed the door and stepped into the en suite bathroom, closing that door too for good measure. She didn’t bother locking it. Why would Matt follow her? He had nothing to say to her.
The sheet was dropped unceremoniously to the floor then she stepped under the jets of hot water, letting the torrent fall over her, shutting out the world.
Steam clouded the bathroom, fogging up the mirror, until she felt totally alone. The warmth was barely enough to chase the chill that had crept under her skin. She stood there under the water, trying to collect her thoughts, arrange them into something that made any sense and push away the emotion that was making it hard to think. She needed the logic now that she had so relied on for her whole life. It was her greatest strength.
