Her Man with Iceberg Eyes (18 page)

Maybe she could return to Queenstown after
all? A lover to Matthew and companion for Lottie. Or might that
combination prove too difficult?

He laid down the phone. A predatory gleam lit
his eyes. “No Lottie to spoil things for us. It’s already snowing
there—they’ve decided to camp in the lodge.”

“She’ll be all right?”

“She’ll be fine. But not as fine as us.” He
drew Kate up to stand beside him again. “We’ll start in the spa,”
he murmured, smoothing her hair aside so he could nip her earlobe.
“And by then, those logs should be as hot as we are.”

She was already on fire. He’d unsettled her
from the moment she’d met him. Attracted her. Confused her. Enraged
her.

Matthew challenged her in the most basic way,
and everything female in her sparked and crackled when he was near.
Now he ran his fingers through her hair, down her back, and into
the curve of her waist. They walked step for step through the huge
house as far as her bedroom door. “There’s something I need a few
minutes for,” he said, lips quirking as he turned away.

What was he thinking? Kate dreamily removed
everything except her underwear, deciding she’d give him the fun of
removing that. Then, on impulse, she slipped out of her French
knickers and pulled on the rose-printed thong. He’d said he could
picture her in it; she’d enjoy providing the reality.

The warm air swirled around the steamy spa
room as she closed the door behind her. A dozen fat candles
flickered in the half-dark, exotically fragrant. Matthew had
stripped, and now wore a white knee length towelling robe.

“You’ve been planning this,” she exclaimed,
glancing across to the romantic candles reflecting in the
mirror.

“Thought I’d better not inflict my tattoo on
you in too bright a light.”

“Aahhh... your tattoo,” Kate murmured,
stroking the slice of brown chest exposed by the robe. She
attempted to push it open, and he caught her hands in his.

“That’s a treat you’re going to have to
earn.”

She made a little moue, and tipped her head
back enquiringly.

“We’ll have
this
off for starters.” He
reached around and unhooked her bra, pulling it out from between
their bodies.

Kate managed to plant both hands on his
chest. She spread her fingers, sensuously massaging his firm flesh.
God, he was beautiful. Hot and hard and utterly male. She wanted
him
now.
Wanted him against her, inside her, dominating her.
Wanted him fiercely and desperately.

Matthew drew a deep breath, then cupped her
face in both hands and pulled her close, claiming her parted lips
with possessive intent. She closed her eyes and their tongues
meshed like magic, finding and fitting... sliding and slipping. He
smoothed his fingers over her shoulders, down her spine, and yanked
her in against his hips. Through the bulky robe, he felt huge.

They stayed glued together, groaning and
gasping and kissing in a greedy frenzy until the need for air took
precedence, and they broke apart, panting.

“You have no idea...no idea...” His chest
rose and fell, and he gazed down into her eyes before coaxing her
face onto his shoulder and resting his cheek on her hair. His arms
moved restlessly, pulling her closer and closer until their bodies
pressed together from chest to knee.

“Maybe I do,” she protested, nipping at his
neck. His pulse hammered under her lips. “Maybe I need you every
bit as much.” She tried to loosen his robe, wanting to touch,
wanting to see.

He released her and sank down onto the edge
of the big spa pool. The robe fell open, but the flickering candles
cast her wavering shadow over him. Still no proper view of his
magnificent body.

His mouth was now exactly level with her
breasts. He leaned forward, and licked and sucked and teased,
sending deep tremors down to flicker in her clit.

Kate nudged in between his thighs, pressing
for contact, but he held her away, smoothing his hands into the dip
of her waist, out over her hips, and around to cup her ass.

“Knew you’d look great in this,” he said,
tweaking the narrow elastic of the rosy thong. The tiny panties
left her very...accessible. His fingers crept down to play,
exploring delicately until they slid out of bounds.

She jerked as he investigated, groaning
softly, and thrusting against his hands, but he continued to caress
her everywhere except where she really craved. “Do it,” she
insisted. “Do it where you know I want it.”

She was no longer her normally decorous self.
Now she was hungry for him to take her, growling, frustrated, and
feisty.

One finger finally wandered to exactly where
she needed it, circling, probing, circling again. She almost
fainted with pleasure as the deep tremors shot upward. He deserted
her clit a minute or two later with a knowing smile.

Kate was willing to beg on her knees for
more.

“Perhaps if we just slid this down,” he
conceded, peeling the tiny rosy thong off with agonizing slowness.
His big hands were warm and strong, and nowhere near fast enough.
Kate dragged his face upward, and pressed her lips to his to
increase the contact between them. His tongue flicked out, and for
long moments there was only the damp slide of warm lips and
tangling tongues and husky murmurs of encouragement and
desperation.

She drew away, and glanced into the mirror on
the opposite wall. Her hair had tumbled everywhere. Her breathing
was erratic, and her breasts rose and fell, nipples long and hard.
Her eyes shone, hugely dilated in the flickering candlelight—dark
pools of desire.

“I look as though I’ve run a marathon,” she
gasped.

“I’ll mess you up worse by midnight,” he
promised, pushing her thighs apart and pulling her forward to
straddle him. “Just as well I got myself ready for you while you
got undressed.” His cock reared up darkly in the dim light. He
grabbed one of Kate’s hands, holding it there so she registered the
condom. Her breath hitched, and she curled her fingers around him,
squeezing and sliding. A tall man with big hands, and oh
yes...built to scale all over. She kicked her panties away.

Matthew pushed his hips forward in blatant
invitation, and gripped the edges of the pool for balance. Kate
bent her knees. “You’re too low,” she whispered. She nudged him
into place and Matthew slowly stood, filling her absolutely,
pressing into her ready body almost to the point of pain.
“Ooohhh...” she protested.

“Not for long,” he muttered hoarsely, lifting
her with ease, and wrapping her legs around his hips. He shifted
inside her. A hot slide. Deep and total possession. A slight
withdrawal before he rocked forward again with a tortured grunt.
“Better?”

She clenched around him, primitive instinct
driving her now. “God, yes...”

“Jesus, Katie—you’ll kill me.”

He took two steps forward, and set her down
on the edge of the long, hip-high cabinet, pushing some of the
candles aside before taking her mouth in another explosive kiss.
She was right in line with him, totally accessible. Kate locked her
ankles; the angle was magic. He thrust slowly, stroking and teasing
her, until her slick and sensitized flesh relaxed and allowed him
deeper still.

His slow-burning smile grew wider. “Fitting
fine now.”

Kate’s breath rushed out. He certainly was.
Better than fine. Incredible. “Well, come
on
then,” she
demanded, wriggling against him. She turned her flushed face up,
locking her eyes on his as he plunged into her, again and
again.

He was barely in control, and she was the
cause. This fantastic big man was hers to command, hers to enjoy.
She tilted her pelvis and wrapped her legs tighter around his
waist.

Matthew’s eyes slammed shut. “Higher,” he
grunted, reaching back and grabbing her ankles so he could hitch
her legs up even further. Then he rammed into her without
restraint, taking his pleasure as deeply as possible.

Kate dug her nails into his shoulders,
bracing herself against his furious possession. And abruptly he
slowed, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss, invading with
his tongue, and tearing at her heart with the sudden change of
pace.

“Not too much for you?” he whispered, pulling
back so he could focus on her eyes, sliding slowly so all of her
length was exquisitely caressed.

“No. Not too much. More please.”

He growled deep in his throat, and subtly
changed the angle of his entry. Kate bucked as he contacted another
million or two nerve endings.

“There?” he demanded hoarsely, pushing deep
again.

“Yes,
there
.”

He grinned, pulled back, pushed deep, drew
back.

Kate gasped, and gasped again, and clenched
her teeth in a futile effort to stifle her noisy cries. Wild heat
raced through her, melting her bones. She soared, and her whole
body trembled, took flight and clenched around him. Matthew gave an
exultant shout, crushed his mouth onto hers, and rode her joyously
home.

Minutes passed as they slumped, panting,
disbelieving, in each other’s arms. Eventually Kate drew a long
shivering breath and straightened a little. “God,” she
muttered.

He chuckled. “That was...definitely
satisfactory.”

She rolled her eyes, smiling at him as he
drew away and left her for a few moments to dispose of the condom.
His white robe was somehow still on. When he returned, he shrugged
it to the floor and Kate’s jaw dropped as the sudden flash of his
glorious body. He vaulted into the spa-pool.

“No—I want to see you,” she protested.

“Come and join me, then.”

She followed, immoderately fast. “Stand up,”
she urged, because he’d buried himself to chest level in the
fizzing, frothing water. The brief midnight glimpse of his tattoo
had intrigued and beguiled her. Now she wanted to see the whole
hidden work of art.

“You might find it too much?” he
suggested.

“I find
you
too much, so it’s probably
okay.” She slid her arms around his neck for a languid kiss.

Once their lips parted, he pushed himself up.
Again, Kate saw the tattooed band around his waist that had first
alerted her to its existence. A fierce contrast to his golden
skin—dark and dramatic as the man himself.

“This piece is pure Samoan,” he said,
pointing to it. “We lived there for several years. Dad married
Lottie’s mum there. She went back to Europe eventually, and took
Lottie with her.”

“Did you lose touch?”

He shook his head. “Always close.” He rose up
a little more. Kate caught her breath at the sinuous black lines
snaking across him.

“Very Celtic, these pieces,” he said,
touching the curving designs that spread over his hip-bones.
“That’s for the McLeod in me.”

Kate laid her hands over each. “More,” she
said.

With the slightest hesitation, he covered her
hands with his own, and drew them down to hide his genitals as he
finally emerged from the water. From waist to mid thigh, he was
etched with fantastic swirling curves and lines—too much to
appreciate at a glance.

He swivelled a little. “Maori round here,” he
said, nodding down at the spirals decorating his buttocks. “I’m one
eighth Maori, officially.”

“Enough to give you a suntan all winter,”
Kate suggested.

“Straight from my father.”

Kate moved her hands under his. “And?” she
asked.

“Nothing to see there,” he said
dismissively.

But plenty to feel. She gently hefted
him.

Dense, weighty, smooth.

He growled her name, and Kate smiled. Her
touch had him already stirring again. She pushed his hands away and
watched.

“He’s as primitive and savage as your
tattoo,” she whispered as his glistening cock rose slowly to full
attention for her.

She leaned forward and placed a reverent kiss
on the rearing velvety tip.

“He’s beautiful,” she said, running her
fingers along his firm length, glancing up to his face and the
expressions that flickered rapidly across it. “He’s frightening,
too,” she added. “So fierce.”

She sank lower and began to explore him with
her tongue.

Matthew watched as she softly, sensuously,
licked down his hot shaft and then progressed upward again to
investigate the smooth ridge above his foreskin. He jerked as her
tongue slipped and slid. Then she closed her mouth around him,
surrounding him with wet heat, as one hand cupped his balls and the
other searched for the pleasure point at the base of his spine.

He towered above her, spread legged and
silent, fighting to retain his control. “You’re pushing me to the
point of no return, Katie,” he eventually said in a strangled
voice.

He felt her laughing around him. Sighing
gustily, he wound his hands into her hair and stroked the long soft
strands as the ecstasy of release raged ever closer.

Much later that evening, Matthew brought a
plate of toast and pate back to the rug where Kate lay sprawled in
front of the fire. He bent and spread a savoury dab on her belly,
and followed it with his tongue. She giggled as he licked at her.
“Again?” she asked hopefully.

“No—we need to eat or we’ll die from
exhaustion.”

“Not me,” she assured him.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Take it how you like.”

“I’ll take
you
how I like.”

“I thought you already had.”

He smiled and handed her a slice of toast.
“To build up your strength for bed,” he suggested.

“An actual bed? That’ll make a change from
the spa room and the sofa and this lovely rug...” She stretched
like a cat, watching as his eyes roamed over her nude body. “I like
this rug,” she murmured. “I like what you did to me on this rug...”
Vivid pictures and sharp sensations flooded her mind.