The moment they got inside, Matt pinned her against the door and attacked her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside with a greediness that fueled her own passion. He gripped the hem of her sweater and pulled it up, his mouth leaving hers for only the briefest moment as he pulled the top over her head.
He gripped her backside, hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his hardness through his jeans. It hit her exactly where she wanted him, needed him,cravedhim. She was awed by his strength as—her legs still wrapped around him—he carried her through the kitchen and up a large, winding staircase.
Tamryn tucked her head against his neck, inhaling his earthy, musky scent. She loved this side of him, the strong, cocky, self-assured biker who she just knew was seconds from rocking her world.
They entered a bedroom that was just off the landing at the top of the stairs. Tamryn lifted her face from his neck and looked around. Her head reared back.
The room was completely white, with a canopied bed draped with delicate eyelet bedding, a painted rocking chair in the corner, and a self-standing cheval mirror.
“This is your room?” Tamryn asked.
“Hell no. But it has a bed. That’s all we need.”
He deposited her on the bed and hastily removed his T-shirt, leaving him in nothing but low-riding jeans. Tamryn’s breath quickened at the sight of the evenly spaced ripples that cascaded along his stomach. On either side, just below his waist and above his hips, were sexy little indentations that just begged to be licked.
He reached down and captured her right foot, bringing it up to rest on his shoulder. His eyes closed, he ran his hands up and down her leather boot.
“I wish I could get those jeans off you while leaving the boots on.”
“You can’t,” she said.
He let out a sigh. “I know.” He caught the zipper pull just below the back of her knee and tugged it down, slipping the boot off and dropping it to the floor. He repeated the process with her left leg. Once her boots and socks were gone, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, unsnapping her jeans and tugging them down her hips.
“Can I put the boots back on you?” he asked.
“It’ll take too long. Hurry up and get undressed.”
“You’re right,” he said, shucking his jeans and underwear in one swift motion. “Dammit, give me a minute,” he said before leaving the room.
Tamryn lay back on the bed and stared up at the lace canopy. Her entire body hummed, to the point that it felt as if she would burst clear out of her skin. Moments later, Matt returned carrying three condom packets linked together. He tore one off and ripped the packet open.
Tamryn scooted up the bed as he rolled on a condom. He climbed in next to her and dove for her neck, pulling the skin between his teeth as his strong, muscled chest met her soft breasts.
“This is going to go fast,” he murmured against her skin. “Finesse will have to come later.”
“I don’t care about finesse,” Tamryn breathed. “Just get inside me.”
He swooped an arm under each of her knees and pushed her thighs up and back, entering her in one steady, sure thrust. Tamryn’s head fell back as every pleasurable feeling she’d ever experienced before seemed to converge. She melted into a hazy puddle of sensation as Matt drove his hard length into her. He knew exactly where to stroke, exactly how much pressure to apply. He knew when to hold back and when to go deeper. It was as if they had been making love to each other for years instead of only minutes.
Tamryn closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of him. His hot, silky flesh felt like heaven as it penetrated her. It was intoxicating. The pleasure he delivered was something she knew her body would come to crave. Shealreadycraved it. With every deep, seductive slide of his steely flesh, her body wanted more. He shoved his hands underneath her, clutching her bottom and holding it steady as his hips surged and retreated.
Sensation began to build low in her belly, slowly fanning outward to all her extremities, until her limbs started to tremble with it. Matt’s open mouth clamped down on her shoulder and her entire being erupted as wave upon wave of pleasure soared through her bloodstream.
Tamryn cried out, her screams echoing off the walls. As she shivered, Matt continued to pump his hips with fevered abandon, thrusting in and out until, finally, he stiffened and growled his release.
He collapsed on top of her, his lips falling on that spot behind her ear.
Tamryn lay supine on the bed, staring up at the lacy canopy that stretched from the four ornately carved bedposts. It took effort just to pull air into her lungs.
“I don’t know why I fought this for so long,” she said.
Matt’s deep chuckle reverberated along her skin. He moved onto his side and pulled her naked body flush against his. He drew a lazy finger down her arm and along her side, over her hip and down to her thigh. He sucked on her bare shoulder, trailing his tongue over her moist skin.
“You are so sexy,” he murmured as his lips drifted to the curve of her throat. He peered at her. “I need you in those boots. Oh, wait, no. The reading glasses. I need to live out my sexy-history-professor fantasy.”
She laughed. “You are so warped.”
“I’m dead serious.”
