He pushed inside her with one steady thrust. The faint drag of flesh grounded her, and she writhed against him in a silent demand for him to move.
“There is no hurry, sexy lady.”
But he withdrew and slid back with a sigh of contentment.
“Aw, Renee. You—this is perfect.”
Renee slid her finger between them and rubbed her clit. It was tender, still swollen, so she used the gentle strokes she knew would arouse.
Matto laughed.
“What?”
“You’re not shy.”
“Learned the hard way. If I don’t grab what I want, I’ll miss out. Not all lovers are created equal.”
“That’s true. Hold on,” he ordered and increased the pace of his strokes. “Move your hand so I can change my angle.”
“Bossy much?”
“I know what I want,” he promised. “I’ll get you off again, even if we don’t get things perfect.”
“Deal.” Renee removed her hand and slipped it around his neck, holding him close and searching for his mouth. Their kiss set her on fire, enjoyment spreading downward and outward. Matto withdrew and thrust hard. He grunted and stilled. A small burst of pleasure came and faded, but she savored holding Matto as he climaxed. His big shoulders trembled, and he claimed a possessive kiss.
“Thank you, sexy lady.” He remained in place but lifted his body a fraction. He stroked her nub, driving her high with excellent precision work. She groaned as she came again, her pussy grabbing greedily at his cock. As the sensations tailed off, peace flooded her busy mind.
“I like a man who knows what he’s doing.”
“A high compliment.”
Her happiness spilled over to a grin. “Yes.”
Regretfully, they had to move, and Matto pulled from her body to remove the condom.
“I should go,” she said, aware it was getting late.
“What time do you need to start work tomorrow?”
“Eight.”
“Stay. I’ll make sure you’re up in time to grab your work clothes and have a quick breakfast. Please, I’d like you to stay the night.”
Renee hesitated. “Most men prefer to get rid of a woman.”
“You shouldn’t compare me or my brothers to other men. We’re different.” He met her gaze, his brown eyes serious.
Renee scrutinized his features, seeking truth. After working and living in close quarters with men, she’d become an excellent judge of reading people. Matto meant every word and the tension that had slid stealthily into her shoulders released. “If you’re sure.”
“I am.” He stood to pull back the bed covers. “Get in before you catch a chill,” he ordered. “I want to hold you.”
She stared, waiting for a hoot of laughter, a joking aside. It never came. Renee shook herself, confused. No, that wasn’t the correct emotion. It was more an off-balance sensation whenever she spent time with Matto. The twins had ruffled her mood in the same way, raising wariness instead of determined calm.
“Renee?”
Heck, she hated to invite questions. She slid between the cool sheets, shivering now that the physical pleasure of sex had retreated.
Matto switched off the light and joined her in the bed. His arms came around her, and he nuzzled her neck. He nipped her without warning, making her jump. An instant later, his tongue soothed the spot, and the ache faded, replaced by a sizzle of pleasure.
