Page 45 of Chasing a Second Chance
Was he kidding?His question made her lift her gaze from his midsection to his face, meeting his eyes. “No,” she said, grinning. “You’re about to get to the good part.” She decided not to add that it was the part she dreamed about at night and fantasized about during the day.
When he eased his briefs down his legs, she thought her eyes would pop out of her head. The man was perfectly formed, an outstanding specimen of male exquisiteness. There were a lot of words she could use to describe such a flawless body, and the more she looked, additional ones came to mind.
Matt stood before her naked, unashamedly so. All she could do was sit there, enthralled, entranced and eager to get some of what he was packing. And he didn’t seem to have a problem standing there, baring all.
“Now it’s your turn, Iris.”
* * *
Matt knew his comment made Iris fully aware of what was about to take place. She had seen his strip show, and now it was time for him to see hers. He had longed for this night. Dreamed about it and, on more than one occasion, wondered if it would ever take place. If only she knew how much he wanted her, and had wanted her from the first moment their gazes had met at Cheyenne’s birthday party. He had been intensely attracted to her, and that attraction hadn’t lessened any. If anything, it had increased. The more he got to know her, the more he could see a future with her. He knew getting her to see it too would be a challenge, but he was up for it.
“Yes, it’s my turn and I have no problem taking it,” she said.
He watched as she eased to her feet. She wore a long jade-colored gown. It was beautiful, but he was ready for her to come out of it. “May I help?” he volunteered. Of course, he expected her to say no.
“Yes, Matt. I could use your help with my zipper. Unlike yours, it’s long and in the back.”
Surprised she had taken him up on his offer, he didn’t hesitate crossing the floor to her. She presented her back to him. He slowly eased down the zipper to expose the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she turned around and tugged the gown past her hips, he saw the only thing she’d worn underneath was a barely-there thong. It didn’t take long for her to dispense of it.
“There. Quick and easy,” she said, standing in front of him as naked as he was.
He drew in a sharp breath, then released it while his gaze roamed over her. She had perfect, firm, uplifted breasts. Everything about her was gorgeous—thighs, hips, legs, slim waist… A much younger woman had nothing on her. And when she bent down to pick up her gown off the floor to toss it on the chair next to his shirt and pants, he tried to regain his composure.
Matt thought he had done a pretty good job of recovering until she sashayed toward him. With every sexy step, a thrill of desire and profound excitement stirred through him.
“So, Mr. Caulder, what’s next?”
Did she honestly think she had to ask? Yet since she had, he would answer. “What’s next is you and me in that bed, making love all night long. However, consider this the prelude.” And then he lowered his mouth to hers.
They had all night. He had hinted as much earlier, and she hadn’t refuted it, which he could only assume meant she would spend the night. As far as he was concerned, she could stay the entire weekend. He had no problem getting her back home by Monday morning.
Their kiss intensified until he noticed she had lowered her hands and he felt the warmth of her fingers slide between their bodies to fondle him. As soon as she touched that part of him, he broke off the kiss, and buried his face in her chest, as she had done to him the last time they’d kissed.
From between her breasts, he inhaled her scent. That’s what had triggered his desire tonight, before even knowing she was at the charity ball. Her very alluring fragrance.
Matt lifted his head and kissed her again before sweeping her back into his arms.
* * *
Iris’s head was still spinning when he placed her on the bed. Matt’s kisses were as intoxicating as any alcoholic drink she’d ever tasted. And now, the way he stood beside the bed, his gaze on her as if he could never see enough of her nakedness.
She didn’t understand how that was possible when he had watched her every move as she stripped for him. The moment she had slid that gown down her legs, and he saw the only thing she’d been wearing beneath was underwear—a very flimsy black lace thong—she was certain fire leaped into his eyes. And for some reason, like him, she hadn’t felt uncomfortable standing before him totally nude.
Now his gaze had settled on one particular place—her feminine core—and he stood there staring at it with an intensity she felt. If he could look at her so intently, then she could certainly get another eyeful of him. With that thought in mind, her gaze shifted from his face to his midsection. Specifically, that body part she had copped a feel of a few moments ago.
“Iris…”
She looked back up into his eyes, and the intensity in them heated her skin all over. She nearly held her breath, waiting for him to make the next move.
Then he made it.
Joining her on the bed, he pulled her into his arms and she felt the wet flick of the tip of his tongue as it slowly moved over her body. First, he went to her breasts and latched on to a nipple like it belonged in his mouth. Moments later, his sucking sent sensations ripping into her. The way his mouth devoured her breasts had her moaning his name. “Matt…”
He lifted his head only long enough to say, “I’m here, baby, and I don’t intend to go anywhere.”
When he latched his mouth to her breast again, she threw her head back with another deep moan. Then his mouth released her breast and began licking its way down to her stomach. It seemed he knew just what pleasure points to tongue stroke. After licking around her navel a few times, his hand settled in the area between her legs. When he touched her there, she got wet from the contact.
“Matt…” she moaned again. Not sure she could handle much more of what he was doing to her body and the way he was doing it. And when his fingers began stroking her, her legs parted for him, giving him access to anything and everything he wanted.
