Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Desire

Hope grinned. Ear-to-ear wide with an accompanying light that made her face shine.

Matt couldn’t remember ever having this much fun along with the physical pleasure of sex. “You’re thinking something dirty or you want to make a smart-ass comment, right?”

“I’m with animal man. You going to growl for me later? Howl? I could go for the beast escaping and having his wicked way with me.”

She laughed out loud, and the motion made her stomach and core tighten, which felt incredible around his dick.

He was going to die happy. “Do that again.”

Matt covered her, cupping her face and kissing her gently as he pulled his hips back and carefully pressed his cock in and out of her body. Every plunge smooth now, the motion wicked and hot. She tilted her hips, and he adjusted to grind over her clit.

“Oh. My. God. That. That.”

This time he was the one to laugh, holding her chin and licking her lips, tasting her mouth without changing his thrusts.

She let out a squeak when he pulled her nipple a second before squeezing it. Matt swallowed the sound and repeated the motion, pushing into her harder, following his tease by grabbing her thigh where she’d held it out to the side and dragging her open farther. The change in angle brought him directly in contact with her clit, and she tightened everywhere, shaking under him as she came.

There was only enough energy left in him for a couple more thrusts to enjoy the sensation of her clutching him internally, the tight motion triggering then dragging out his climax.

He shuddered then lowered his face to her neck, pressing a kiss to the pulse throbbing there. The scent of sex filled his room, soaking into his sheets, and he was very glad.

Oh yeah, there was no way that anyone was going to benefit from this other than them, Hope was right about that.

“You, Matt Coleman, are one dangerous creature.”

He growled in her ear, soft and low, and she squeezed his ribs in a bear hug, rolling sideways. He went with her, ending with them lying side by side on the bed.

She was still smiling, still laughing. And he was torn between kissing her and thanking her for helping bring him back to life.

Hope rolled over nearly three inches before she got stuck, a heavy set of limbs pinning her in place. She paused then happily snuggled into Matt’s side. He planted a hand on her belly and tugged her back, the hard length of his shaft nestled between her naked ass cheeks.

The air was chilled, but under the covers it was toasty warm and getting hotter by the second.

She lifted her head far enough to eyeball the clock radio. Five a.m. Tons of time before she’d have to crawl out and start the day. A minute wiggle confirmed the erection behind her was real, and she sighed contentedly.

Yeah, the waiting had gone on long enough.

“You squirm like that one more time, and you’re gonna get more than a sleepy cuddle in response,” Matt warned.

Oh really? Sounded fun.

She rocked her hips all of an inch before he moved, pressing her chest into the mattress, his entire body lined up over top of hers. After their third session last night they had both collapsed, but Matt didn’t seem any less energetic for the lack of sleep. He canted his hips and speared his cock between her thighs, the hard length rubbing over the wet-and-getting-wetter opening of her sex.

“Hmm, my favourite way to wake up,” he rumbled.

She gasped as the head of his shaft slipped through her folds and he pressed in, one full thrust filling her. “I like that too.”

Matt reached down, fingers catching hold of her right hip as he worked in and out. The friction was delicious, and while the angle was wrong for her to be able to come, she wasn’t going to complain. This—taking—was perfect in a whole other way.

She’d have died before confessing it, but the lack of control on her part turned her on almost as much as the previous night when he’d put his head between her legs and consumed her. Direct contact on her sensitive spots? Score.

But not being in control?

Hope shivered as he thrust harder, a groan of pleasure leaving his lips.

“You like this, don’t you?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

Matt leaned forward, his weight holding her in place. He grabbed her right hand where it lay on the bed beside her. One twist later, both hands were trapped behind her back, his strong fingers holding her in place.

“Shit.” His voice went from lust-filled and sleepy to totally alert. “No condom.”

Hope blurted out the words quick before he could do something stupid like pull out. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”

Matt waited a beat. “I am too. Got checked…”

Neither of them wanted to say they knew why he’d gotten checked, but the situation was real. Hope shoved aside the flash of anger that her sister’s presence had intruded even for a minute. “Take me. Fuck me however you want.”

She squirmed, fighting his hold, willing for him to come back to the place they’d been a moment before.

His cock never left her body. Matt pressed between her shoulders and adjusted his grip, and she groaned with pleasure as he resumed control. Thrust into her hard enough to make her grunt. Another slam. Matt moved over her, continuing his relentless pillaging. Hope wiggled harder. A delicious thrill raced through her when she couldn’t budge, simply had to lie there and take the assault on her senses.

A deep chuckle stroked her eardrums. “Yeah, you like this a lot. So do I. In fact…”

He pulled free from her body and Hope moaned in protest. Only he didn’t let her go, only forced his knees under her thighs and lifted her ass higher into the air. The position pressed her shoulders and face into the pillows, increased the uncertainty of her balance.

Changed the angle of his cock as he paused to line them up before thrusting home.

“Oh God.”

He chuckled, his free hand massaging her bare ass, fingernails scratching lazy circles on her skin. Urgency rose in her sex, the precursor warnings to an orgasm tugging her nerves. Why had she thought she couldn’t come like this?

He tugged her wrists and slammed in again, using her arms as a lever to smack their bodies tight. When he ran a finger down the crack of her ass, everything went sparkly and shiny, as if she’d been holding her breath for far too long. Maybe she had, maybe she’d forgotten how to breathe.

Matt pressed a fingertip against the hidden spot between her cheeks and everything went supernova. Her sex constricted, her ass clutched his fingertip, her breasts tingled. Every bit of her responded and took him along for the ride as the wetness increased, his seed pouring in.

He released her arms and collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the bed, his heated breath caressing her cheek.

“Sweet Hope, that was one of the best wake-up calls I’ve had in my entire life.”

“Hmm.” Much more of a response was impossible. A series of aftershocks hit, and she was awash with contentment even though the tightening pushed him from her body far sooner than she wanted.

Matt rolled to the side and rearranged their bodies until her head rested on him, his rapid heartbeat assuring her she wasn’t the only one feeling the wow factor.

He ran his fingers through her hair, draping her long strands over his chest. “You’re good for me, darling. I like that you let me have my wicked way with you.”

“I enjoyed that too.”

He tilted her chin until he could kiss her, a light brush of their lips together, almost chaste. Lusty and dark, his voice scratched up her spine when he spoke. “I’m going to take it all. Everything you’re willing to give me. You know that, right? Every damn thing I’ve been dreaming about for the past six months. I’m tempted to start with the first thing, work my way through before I begin all over.”

Definitely not chaste—not that look in his eyes that was a mixture of sexual heat and urgent need. “Well, we might not have time to do the entire list this morning.”

“Nope, but I hope you ain’t got anything else on your agenda for the next while because I’m planning on taking up a lot of your time.”

“Are you now?” Hope blinked, leaning on her elbow to stare down at him. If she thought changing her position would make her have the upper hand, she was totally wrong. He grinned, as if glad she’d tried to challenge him.

A second later she was under him again, his hands holding her wrists above her head, his legs trapping her immobile.

“I am, and you’d better just get that expression off your face. I won’t boss you around outside the bedroom, but in here? You’re mine. That’s what you want, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

“Who says that’s what I want?” Hope protested. It might be true, but she didn’t want him to know all her secrets.

A fire burned in his eyes. He ignored her question, instead lowering his head until his mouth hovered over her breast. She arched upward, trying to connect them, and he laughed again. Taunting her. A tiny lick to her nipple, just enough to wet it. Just enough that when he blew a second later, the tip tightened and sent a shot of pleasure back to her sex.

“Your body says. Listen to it.” He scraped his whiskers over the sensitive surface and she shuddered, hard. “Yup, it’s talking plenty loud, and you’ll be happy to know I’m going to give you exactly what it’s begging for.”

He let her wrists free and covered her again, kissing her neck and tugging her earlobe with his teeth. Gentle caresses now, the rutting urgency faded to something sweeter. The position seemed less about holding her in place, more about enjoying lying together. She relaxed and let her hands roam over his shoulders, loving to finally be able to touch and admire him the way she’d wanted for so long.

“I have to get ready to head to town. And you’ve got chores, right?”

Matt groaned and rolled off, breathing heavily as he sprawled on his back. She would have sat up, but he caught her fingers in his and held her at his side, turning his head to smile at her as he spoke. “Yeah, we better get a move on. You can have the shower first, though, because I don’t dare share with you, or we’re both gonna be late. But tonight? I’m coming over to your place, and we’ll make some of those dirty dreams I’ve been having of your bathtub come true.”

In spite of just having climaxed, a zing of lust managed to rise. “Some?”

He grinned as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and rose, his perfect ass flexing as he stepped across the room and grabbed her a clean towel. “Some. Because there are too damn many to make it through them all at one shot.”

Oh boy.

Matt pulled on clothes and forced himself out of the bedroom before Hope walked her naked self to the bathroom, because good intentions or not? Watching would be enough to set him off again, and he’d have her up against the nearest wall.

It obviously wasn’t a one-time thing, the lust he felt for her.

He got breakfast started. Set the table and got the coffee going—all the things that were tough to find in another person’s kitchen. When Hope called out asking for the bag she’d brought with her the night before, he chuckled the entire way in to the shower, slapping her towel-covered butt as he went past.

“Nice to know you came prepared.”

She smiled. “If I’m going to do the walk of shame, I’m going to be dressed properly.”

“If you organize ahead of time, it ain’t a walk of shame.”

They exchanged grins like conspirators before heading opposite directions.

She’d finished making the toast and the eggs, dishing them up by the time he’d rushed through his shower. Full cups of coffee, full plates of food—it was homey and yet nothing felt uncomfortable about the situation.

“You okay with me coming over at the end of your workday?” he asked before scooping up a forkful.

Hope looked up from her coffee, heat and happiness there for him to see. “More than okay. I’m done…oh, shit.”

“What?”

She coughed and stared out the window, cheeks turning bright red. “You’re not going to like it.”

He waited.

“I have to give sewing lessons tonight.”

Shit was right. But not the end of the world. “When are you done? I’ll come over later. If you don’t mind my truck being outside your place, I’d love to stay the night with you.”

“It’s not that, and hell, yeah, you can stay, but the lessons—” She jerked off mid-sentence and literally squared her shoulders before continuing. “Now don’t go all caveman on me. The lessons tonight are for the Thompson boys. We set this up a week ago. For them to start on their quilt for the raffle.”