Drake Sisters 02 - The Twilight Before Christmas

and let it out. “Relax, honey, just relax. I swear, we fit together perfectly.”
    She smiled at him. “I’m not afraid, you idiot, I’ve never felt this before, and it’s amazing. I want more, Matthew, al of you. Stop being so careful.” If he didn’t quit moving so slowly, she was going to spontaneously combust. She wanted to push her body over his. It was difficult to hold back when every instinct demanded she lift her body to receive his.
    “Dammit, Kate, you’re not experienced.” He was sweating now. It was impossible to hold back. She was squirming, her hips pushing hard into his, and he was inching his way deeper into the hot core of her. Pleasure was building at such a ferocious rate he was losing al control just when he needed it the most. She was so damned tight, squeezing and gripping him, the friction like a hot velvet fist pumping him dry. Matt thrust deeper because he had no other choice. It was that or risk death. He was certain of it. She took him in, gasping with pleasure, when he’d been so worried.
    Matt let go of his fears and took the ride, thrusting deep, tilting her body until she could take al of him. He moved the way he wanted, the way he needed, hard and fast and deep, joining them together in a rush of heat. The ocean pounded the shore just outside the glass door. Matt was unaware of it, unaware of anything but Kate and her body and the way she gave herself so completely to him. She came over and over, crying out, clutching his arms, lifting up to meet him as eagerly as he surged into her. The explosion started somewhere near his toes and blew through his entire body. His voice was hoarse, a roar of joy, as he emptied himself into her.
    He sank on top of her, completely spent, completely sated, his lungs burning for air and his heart pounding out of his chest. And it was a perfect moment in time. Her body was soft and welcoming beneath his. He turned his head to capture her breast in his mouth, to lie there in contentment, to have her with him. He had been in hel many times in his life. But he had never been in paradise until now. His arms tightened around her possessively.
    “Dammit, Katie, don’t ask me to give you up.” He said the words around her tantalizing breast.
    Kate combed her fingers through his hair, lying back with her eyes closed, savoring every aftershock while his mouth pul ed strongly at her breast, and his tongue did delicious things to cause fiery sparks zinging in her deepest core. “Sil y man,” she murmured, clearly amused by his reaction. “I’m right here. Did you think I was going to grab my clothes and go slinking off?” The smile faded from her mind. There was a smal part of her that wanted to do just that, run while she stil had the chance. Self-preservation was strong in her. Everything about Matthew appealed to her. His lovemaking dazzled her, but she wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t look ahead to the future and realize they couldn’t spend every moment in bed.
    Matt shifted position enough to take most of his weight off of her smal er body, but his arms held her in place and he turned her so he could keep access to the temptation of her breasts. His tongue flicked her nipple. “I want you forever, Kate. I want to grow old and have you here in my arms. I want children. I’ve wanted you for so long. I don’t think that’s about to change.” He noticed that when he drew her breast into his mouth her hips moved restlessly. It was a wonderful find and one he intended to spend time exploring. He stroked her stomach and moved his hand between her thighs to cup her heat. She jumped but pushed against his hand. His thumb caressed her, his finger pushed deep to find the one spot that could give her another release.
    Kate was Kate. She didn’t try to pul away or pretend she wasn’t ready for another orgasm, she rode his hand, gasping with pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulder with one hand and the other curled in his hair directing his mouth. He wanted this every damn day of his life. Not just a Christmas present. He wanted to go to sleep with her breast in his mouth. He wanted to wake up with his body buried deep in hers. He wanted to be the man to bring her pleasure in every way possible.
    “Marry me, Kate. Stay with me.”
    She heard him through a haze of piercing fulfil ment, so sated with contentment, with the throbbing fire spreading through her like a storm, she could only lay there dazed by the gift he was holding