Lovers' Dance (45 page)

“Yeah,” Dante confirmed as I popped the ham in my mouth and chewed silently. He shook his head slowly. “Eight
long
months, sweet cheeks.”

I laughed at his expression. Dante straightened up suddenly, all humour gone from his face.

“Shh. Was that the front door?”

“I didn’t hear anything,” I said, straightening up.

Dante leaned over the counter to grab my rolling pin. “Stay here, sweet cheeks,” he murmured.

“No way,” I hissed back, following his slow steps to the open kitchen door. “Shit. Did you lock the front door, D?”

“Shut up,” he whispered, peeking around the door before yelling, “I’ve got a gun and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Who in the bloody hell is that?” came from the living room.

I screamed in shock, not expecting to hear a voice in there. Dante yelled at my screaming behind him and dropped the rolling pin. We scrambled for the rolling pin, both yelling at the top of our voices.

“Madi.” That was shouted, and totally recognizable. I froze. Matt was here?

Dante got a grip on the rolling pin, standing up and pushing me against the wall in a protective manner when Matt came into the hallway.

“Ow, Dante!” I yelped. “It’s Matt, for God’s sake.”

“Oh,” Dante said, lowering the rolling pin and a tad out of breath. “Hey, man, you can’t walk into someone’s house like that at this time of night. People get popped for shit like that.”

I eased out from behind Dante and took a few steps in Matt’s direction. His gaze jumped between me and Dante as he closed the distance between us.

“Poppet,” he said, pulling me into a tight hug. “I was worried. How on earth did you get inside?”

“Mfante mhas meeys,” I said. My face was being crushed against Matt’s chest. How did he always smell delicious?

“What?” Matt asked, leaning back and allowing my mouth free movement.

“Dante has a spare set of keys,” I explained. “I called him after your grandfather dropped me off. What are you doing here?”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up as he gave me an incredulous stare. “What am I doing here? What do you think? Bella told me what happened with Louisa. You didn’t have your keys or your mobile. I knew you had no way of getting in the house and I had my keys, so, of course, I’m here.”

My mouth curled up at the corners. He was a knight. My knight. I remembered the conversation in the backseat of Grumps’s car. My smile disappeared.

“Sweet cheeks, I’m gonna go,” Dante said quickly.

I pulled away from Matt, turning around to see Dante heading back into the kitchen, swinging the rolling pin in his hand.

“Where are the rest of your clothes?” Matt asked coldly.

“What?” I glanced down at my body, then back up at Matt. He did not look amused.

“Your. Clothes,” he enunciated slowly.

“Matt.” I pushed him away. “Don’t be silly. Gimme a sec, will you?” I didn’t wait for his answer, instead sprinting after Dante.

He was picking up his leather jacket off the table and shrugging it on. “What time are you coming in tomorrow?” he asked.

I walked over to get my rolling pin and return it to its rightful place. Matt walked into the kitchen, an unreadable expression on his face.

“The final auditions start at ten am, I’ll probably be there around seven-ish.”

Dante nodded. He kept glancing at Matt under his thick eyelashes. “All right. Don’t forget we’re having lunch with Kincaid tomorrow. Dress accordingly.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, then went over to give him a big hug. “Thanks for tonight.”

“No problem,” he muttered, squeezing me tight before letting go. “Walk me out. Nice seeing you, man,” he added in Matt’s direction, before picking up his bunch of keys and sauntering out of my kitchen with me on his heels. I flashed Matt a quick smile as I passed him.

“Are we doing a Halloween recital this year, Dante?” I asked. “We still have to plan the Christmas recital for the beginners and intermediate classes. I don’t think we have enough time.”

We were almost at the front door. Dante bit his bottom lip. “I’ll work out some simple choreography for the little ones. You know how much they love putting on a show for Halloween.”

I nodded, then shared a grin with him. “We have the decorations from last year. Yeah, let’s do it.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dante said, before walking out of the front door.

I waved for a minute, then shut the door. Matt was standing in the hallway with folded arms.

“First things first, poppet,” he began before I could say anything. “I’m going to resolve this Louisa issue as soon as possible. I can’t believe she would sink to such a childish level and it won’t be tolerated. I’ll reimburse you for your dress, also.”

“Matt, I don’t want you—”

“The second thing I want to discuss,” Matt cut me off as he strode towards me. “Is why does Dante have keys to your place? I’m not comfortable with the idea of him having free access to your home. You need to take your keys back.”

“Matt. Don’t be ridiculous. Dante’s always had keys—”

“Thirdly,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “And, this is a serious one, poppet. I am definitely not happy with you parading about in knickers and a t-shirt in front of another man at your home, far less you hugging him in a state of undress. Don’t let that happen again.”

“Oh my God. He’s my best friend and—”

“Fourthly,” Matt was towering above me now, so I had to tilt my head back to see into his piercing eyes. “I’ve decided to start dating you properly from tomorrow. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you, so go upstairs and wait for me in bed. I’ll lock up for you.”

“But you said—”

Matt rested a finger on my lips. “I know what I said, and what I’m saying now is that I need to be inside you.” He gently stroked his finger across my mouth. Matt groaned, leaning forward to replace his finger with his sexy lips. When he raised his head, we were breathing heavily and the anticipation of certain pleasure was making my hands shake.

“Okay,” I agreed. Matt’s tongue traced his lips, slowly. My heart rate accelerated.

“Good,” he said gruffly. “Now go.”

I went. Hell, I ran upstairs, Matt’s laughter at my eagerness chasing me up the stairs. Inside my bedroom I dashed around, frantically trying to tidy up and making sure to set my alarm for in the morning. I then thought,
screw it
, and went over to my dresser. I could hear Matt coming up the stairs and, soon enough, he was striding down the hallway to my bedroom. I rifled through the drawer, undecided and shaking with excitement. Oh, my word. We would be sexing tonight.

“Madi,” he said from behind me. The door closed quietly. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for sexy lingerie.” I glanced over my shoulder at him, grinning like a fool.

Matt shrugged off his jacket and I turned around to face him with a handful of sexy panties. My mouth went dry at the look in his eyes. He was going to ravish me tonight. I knew that look.

“You don’t need lingerie, poppet. Come here,” he ordered. He undid the cufflinks on his shirt and dropped them on the floor.

I shook my head and he tugged loose his bow tie.

“You’re going to make me come over there?” he asked in a low, throaty voice.

Oh, God. I hoped I could keep up with him. Matt had so much stamina it was unbelievable. I licked my lips as he tugged his shirt out of his trousers and started unbuttoning it.

“I want you to know, poppet,” he drawled, finishing with the buttons and easing off his shirt. It joined the jacket, bow tie and cufflinks on the floor. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his broad chest. “That I plan on doing things to you.” His belt was being unbuckled. In seconds, it landed on the pile of clothes by his feet. “Things and, mmm, positions we may not have tried before.” The button for his trousers went pop, then the noise of the zipper being undone followed. My eyes were drawn to the sound. My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow.

“I don’t want you to be nervous, poppet,” he continued. The trousers slid down his legs. Wow. That thick bulge straining against his silk boxers was for me. He stepped out of his trousers. “Trust me?”

“What sort of things?” I managed to get past my dry throat.

“Do you trust me?” he asked taking a step towards me.

“Freaky things?” I asked. “Or good things?”

Matt took two more steps and smiled at me, an enticingly sexy smile that made my panties wet. “Do you trust me, poppet?”

“Yes, but we’ll take it slow.”

Matt nodded, closing the distance between us in a couple of strides. “We’ll start slow, poppet, then we’ll see how things progress.”

That sounded fine to me. I splayed my hands across his chest and went up on tiptoes. Matt bypassed my trembling mouth to kiss the edge of my jaw. I shuddered in delight at the sensation. Then he pulled back.

“Take your clothes off,” he said in a strained voice.

Seven seconds: I think that was all it took for me to get naked. Matt’s eyes devoured me. I couldn’t wait for him to use more than his eyes. It wasn’t a long wait. He rested his hands on my shoulders, running them up and down my arms. Then he gripped my hips and yanked me up against the hard lines of his body.

He kissed me. I kissed him back. But I wanted the last piece of clothing between us gone. I gripped the bottom of his boxers and tugged, slowly. Matt groaned into my mouth. I kept tugging them down until his throbbing hardness sprung free, jerking against my stomach. I pulled away from his soft lips so I could help him get them off.

Finally. We were both naked. Matt moved behind me, I made a sound of protest. I wanted to see him, to stare at his yummy goodness, but he had other ideas. Matt brushed my hair aside and began kissing the back of my neck, while his other hand trailed over my stomach, inching up until he grazed the underside of my right breast. I inhaled sharply, waiting for that light touch to increase in pressure. It didn’t, and I pushed seductively back against him. Matt’s tongue licked a fiery path over my shoulder. I gasped softly. His hand slid back down, past my stomach. The air froze in my lungs as, without warning, he slipped a finger inside me. Matt groaned.

“I love that,” he whispered over my skin. “You’re so wet for me, always ready for me, poppet.” Matt moved us closer to the bed. With a finger still inside my pulsing flesh, he did two actions at once: bent me over the bed and pushed my feet apart with his, so I ended up in an—ahem—unladylike position. Matt pulled his finger away and, seconds later, I could feel his throbbing flesh pushing into mine. I was wet enough for him to slide a couple of inches in, stretching my entrance with the slightest of resistance. Matt was big and I knew what was coming.

“Matt.”

“Don’t be nervous, poppet,” he said in a ragged voice, easing back until only the tip of him remained inside. I was off balance in my position. He grabbed my hips with both his hands and yanked me back as he thrust forward, slamming home in one eye-popping go. My body was obviously further along than my brain, because my brain was yelling ‘Whoa there, big boy’, while my body was screaming ‘yeeesss.’

“That’s not starting slow,” I finally managed to squeeze out as my inner walls spasm around him. Matt filled me so completely he was hitting all my spots and my knees were buckling. It felt like forever since we had done this.

Matt pulled out slowly, exhaling loudly as he tightened his hold on my hips and said, “Poppet, this is slow in comparison to what’s going to happen tonight.”

He didn’t give me a chance to say anything more. In fact, I seriously doubted I was capable of speech at that moment. Matt possessed me, that was the only way to describe it. He took my body and made it his own. I forgot about his crazy ex, about Grumps’s conversation with me…hell, I forgot my damned name. Only after I’d orgasmed for the third time did Matt pause.

“Poppet.” He groaned shakily. “Are you still with me?”

My face was pressed into the mattress, my body convulsing from the pleasure. Only Matt’s hold around my stomach was keeping me halfway off the bed. My legs were jelly and useless at this point.

“Nngh.” I grunted and Matt laughed. He eased me onto the bed, turning me over and collapsing by my side as he got his breathing under control. Matt began running his hand slowly over my body and I groaned in desperation. Too much, it was too much too soon.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he murmured, pressing tender kisses across my damp cheek. Matt was stroking my sensitive flesh, every touch made me jerk and moan. Feeling embarrassed over the copious amount of moisture from my orgasms that was probably coating his hand was beyond me at this moment—until he dragged that hand up my body, rubbing the evidence of my climaxes over my stomach, my breasts, and smearing it all over my mouth.

The fuck.

“Matt,” I spluttered, and he turned my face into his with his damp fingers and kissed me deeply, licking at my lips as if it was honey he’d smeared over them.

“Mmm.” He groaned huskily, grey eyes intent on my shocked face. Fuck me.
That shit was hot.
And we’d only started…