“Ninety-eight.” He nipped her shoulder and then found her mouth and swallowed her “Ninety-seven.”
The tip of his shaft was right there. He pressed forward, sliding it between her legs, knowing how sensitive she was.
She opened herself to him. “Ninety-six.”
Matt looked down at her. “Willa, don’t ever be jealous again. You are the only woman I want.”
Her response was to shift beneath him, positioning right where he wanted to be.
“The only one,” she echoed.
“Forever,” he promised.
She smiled. No one had a smile like Willa’s. It lit his heart, until it turned slyly wicked.
“So, are you going to ‘pork’ that lady, sir?” Her imitation of the Blue Boar’s strumpet was so spot-on, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Or are you just going to tease her until she goes mad?”
His response was to thrust forward.
This time there was no barrier. She was snug around him. He held himself, watching her. “Is it all right?”
She wiggled her hips as if sampling the position and then ran her hand down his side. “It’s perfect. Is this it?”
“This is only the beginning.” And it was.
The very heat of her took hold of him. He began to move with purpose. Willa was as responsive as he had thought she would be. At first, he tried to hold back, but she wouldn’t let him. She moved with an urgency of her own—and then she cried out his name.
His first reaction was that he’d harmed her.
He started to pull out, but her arms wrapped around his. “No, Matt, no. Please, no.” She pressed herself against him. He pushed deeper, and her whimper wasn’t from pain, but pleasure.
His little Willa was a noisy lover, and the sounds of her gasps and coos drove him into a fine madness. He could not do enough to please her.
The tension between them built, fine-tuning itself until that moment when everything peaked.
Deep muscles held him; her beautiful, supple body arched against him. Wave after wave of rippling roiled through her.
And Matt came with her. Life flowed between them.
When they were done and spent, she nestled her head against his chest and they fell into a peaceful sleep.
Willa woke first.
Her head rested on the same pillow as the one Matt was using. For a second, she breathed in the scent of him. His skin was warm beneath her palm.
She loved him so much, she could not imagine the world without him.You are the only woman I want.His words were magic to her.
His eyes opened. He rolled on his back and stretched. The mattress moved beneath her and she laughed.
At the sound, Matt whipped his head in her direction. He smiled. “Good morning.”
“Good evening,” she countered.
He frowned as if remembering. “What time is it?”
She shook her head.
Matt sat up and put his feet over the side of the bed. He combed his hair before rising and walking over to the washbasin where there was a fob watch.
