Captured at Nightfall (Capture My Heart Love Story) (12 page)

T
hat was how she felt, after all . . .

Like she’d been transported to some other world.

Within a
month she’d somehow left behind her life of considerable responsibilities and been morphed into this creature that now lay in bed with her very own, bronze Adonis.

For however long it lasted.

It was so, totally . . . wow.

Matthew
leaned on a propped up arm next to Allie, both their bodies tangled together in a twist of arms and legs, all warm and rosy with the afterglow of what they’d just done radiating around them.

“Sore, baby?”

Ruddy hair flopped over lazy green eyes, half closed and sedate. Matthew’s hands—so scared and hard—were gently drawing invisible lines up the curve of her hip, to her ribs, and up again to circle around her shoulder before backtracking down once more.

Allie
lay in a semi-coma, her own limbs loose and unhinged, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

Her eyes moved to
Matthew’s body, devouring every inch. His wide shoulders; the way his chest bunched to accommodate the motion of his arm; his abdomen, even in repose holding the lines of a six-pack.

“Allie?” Matthew asked again.

Her eyes
rolled up to his and the corner of his mouth twisted with a smile. “What did you say?” she mumbled like a drunkard.

“Are you
sore?” His fingers had moved from her hip to her buttocks.

She shifted a little. “Not really.” She looked down at the sheets an
d saw that there was some blood.

“Sorry.”
She burrowed her head into the crook of his arm. “I made a mess.”

Matthew
rolled onto his back, taking her with him, one arm resting behind his head. He lounged, completely comfortable in all his naked glory. Allie felt her mouth pop open. Damn him and all his sexy muscles. They were turning her into a gaping idiot.

She pushed off his chest and sat up.

Matthew’s teeth flashed. “Little publicized fact: sex
is
messy.”

She grimaced down at the sheets while her cheeks flushed with heat.

“Allie.” Matthew caught her wrist and pulled her down on top of him again. His eyes were intense, searching as they ran over her features. His hands cupped her jaw, thumbs at the corners of her mouth. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice laced with awe and so much affection it sent Allie’s heart soaring up to the clouds. His lips pressed against hers, incredibly soft and full for such a hardened man. His kiss was filled with worship, his tongue running over hers with tender laps.

He pulled away, taking her breath with him. She was momentarily befuddled, lost within the pull of his deep green gaze.

How had she found someone like him?

“Why don’t you
get a shower going? The heat’ll feel good. I’ll take care of your bedding,” he suggested.

She blushed again and bit her bottom lip.

His thumb moved to her lip and popped it free. Allie took the opportunity to draw his thumb into her mouth, tickling the soft pad with her tongue.

His eyes darkened and the corner of his mouth tipped up. “You’re not going to make it to th
e shower if you keep that up.” He withdrew his thumb and put it in his mouth. “Mmmm,” the word a low purr.

Desire pooled
deep inside her belly and she decided a shower could definitely wait for a while. Her eyes closed as she leaned in to kiss him again. Only a few seconds later, though, they flew open when she gave a startled little
yip!
Her behind was tingling where Matthew’s hand had just landed a playful slap.

“Shower, baby.
Now,” he growled.

She touched two fingers to her brow—imagining she made a better girl scout than a
naval officer—a cheesy smile cracking her face in two. “Yes Sir!” She saluted him and fumbled off the bed before he could smack her backside again.

Deep laughter bubbled over her bare skin as she rummaged in her drawers for her bath essentials.

Wrapping a towel around herself, and giving Matthew one more appreciating look, she creaked open her door and tiptoed down the hallway, headed for the bathroom.

A cringe tightened her lips as she neared
Lainie’s bedroom door and she prayed she didn’t wake her. She couldn’t imagine how embarrassing
that
conversation would be. Not that she’d never bumped into Lainie making her own post-sex run before.

Breath held, she opened the
bathroom door, cursing its squeaky hinges; but, thankfully, Lainie didn’t show.

Allie
turned on the water, waited for it to get nice and hot, and filled the small room with billowy, white steam, then dropped her towel and stepped inside.

Oh, man,
Matthew had known what he was talking about when he’d said a shower would feel good. She groaned in appreciation as the water pelted over her sensitive skin. The heat of the room had a way of loosening all her newly-discovered muscles.

When she looked up she jumped as
Matthew’s shadow appeared on the other side of the curtain. “Shit!” she whispered, still conscious that Lainie’s room was right on the other side of the wall. How hadn’t she heard him come in?

Matthew
slipped inside and she turned to face him. It was so weird, sharing something as domestic as a shower with another person. At least it gave her the opportunity to gawk at all his hotness. Her mouth went dry and her tongue darted out to run over her lips as she admired the view

A ruddy eyebrow cocked back at her. “What?”

“Oh,” Allie’s eyes jerked up to his face. “It’s nothing.”

Geeze
, why was he so intimidating, even now?

She felt her cheeks heat for the fiftieth time. “It’s just . . . I’ve never seen
a man completely naked before,” she blurted. Her eyes dropped.

“Oh, really?” his words were a carnal whisper in the cocoon of the shower. He took a step toward her.
Allie sucked in her breath, eyes closed. His hips swiveled against hers and the ache between her legs skyrocketed into DEFCON 5 territory.

He pulled her against his chest to drop wet kisses over her shoulders and neck.
Allie’s thoughts melted to mush and were lost, dripping out her ears and probably down the drain.

This man was so
hot.

His teeth clasped the bottom of her earlobe in a way that
might have hurt had she not been so turned on, before he sucked it into his mouth. Tingles of pleasure shot down to curl her toes and she moaned out loud before she could stop herself.

His breath was an icy contrast to the brush of h
is warm lips and chin. “Like it, baby?”

Allie
’s eyelids fluttered. “Yes,” she moaned again.

His hips swiveled and
she braced her hands against the shower walls. “Do you like it now?”

“Yes,
Matthew. Oh, yes.” She could weep with the joy that swelled inside her.

“Are you feeling well enough to try something?”

“Yes . . . please.” Her words were softly desperate for him.
Anything!
her thoughts shouted. She’d die if he stopped now.

“Good.” Grabbing a bar of soap, he dropped to his haunches in front of her. 
Allie would have cried out in the frustration of not having him inside her had she not realized what he intended to do to her. As it was, Allie’s eyes had grown wide as saucers while Matthew’s steady gaze met hers across the flat and trembling expanse of her stomach. He held their connection, refusing to let her go as he began to slowly rub the bar between his hands.

When a good amount of froth was coating them, he placed them on the inside of her thighs.
Allie sighed, her head lolling back against the tile wall when his fingers began working in little massaging circles over her skin. The movement crept up her thighs.

“Oh
, Matthew.” Allie looked down at him when his nose began nuzzling against her belly.

Moss
green eyes were on her once more; his gaze penetrating her all the way through. The water had washed the remaining suds away. Rivulets streamed through Matthew’s hair, turning it to a dark brown wave against his forehead before running down the sides of his jaw and dripping off the tip of his nose.

His eyes turned away, and back to her
body. When Allie realized what he was about to do, her hands threaded through his hair and she tried to back away. “No, Matthew. Stop. I’m gross.”

His hands clamped down on her hips, preventing her from wriggling away. “You are
not
gross,” he growled. “I don’t want to hear anything like that come out of your mouth again.” His hand swatted her butt. “Now hold still, baby. Don’t think. Just enjoy it.”

Her body was ridged with a whole flood of expectation and
fear. She knew people did this all the time, but
holy sweet bajeezus
. . .

Whatever had been rattling around in her head disappeared with a
poof!
when Matthew went to work. Electricity shot through her, zigzagging off all her nerve endings before sparking right out her fingers and toes.

A loud moan erupted from her lips, and some other words strung together—some kind of worshipping nonsense in cavewoman-talk. Honestly
, she had no idea. She’d given up all control to Matthew by this point.

His
dark chuckle rumbled over that same electric spot. “That’s right, baby. Hold on tight.”

Right
.

Hold on . . .

Her hands dug into his heavy shoulder muscles just as his tongue did something incredibly wicked.

Shit!

His hands clenched around the globes of her ass, kneading and rubbing.

And then, suddenly,
she was tossed headfirst over the edge and into pure bliss.

Matthew
captured her when her knees gave out. Water streamed over them as he stood and devoured her again, all tongue and mouth and hands.

She hadn’t had a chance to recover yet—waves of pleasure were still rocketing through her, in fact—when he li
fted her bodily and made them one.

“
Oh, geeze. Oh, boy
,” her voice was a hoarse whisper as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She didn’t know if she had much left to give him. Her inner muscles quivered, every movement just this side of too much.

Matthew
burrowed into her neck, suckling and kissing as he used her to bring them both the pleasure they needed.

Holy
crap
.

Her pleasure was building. . .

Not again!

His
intensity grew more desperate and she could tell he was growing close as well. She was hot and sweating; the steam of the room filling her lungs as it wrapped around them. They were back in their own world again.

There was no time; no worries; no other people.

Only this.

Now.

Their two bodies joined as one in the animalistic demand that they reach satisfaction.

Matthew cried out, his teeth sank down into the flesh of her shoulder. That was all she needed to shatter all over again into an exhausted, hazy euphoria once more.

His
breath was hot inside her hair as he sat her on her feet. When he grabbed the bar of soap and began to rub it in between his hands again, Allie’s eyes widened with panic.

“Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Not
again.” She slipped beneath his arm and flattened herself against the tile of the opposite wall.

His eyes darkened,
a smile tugged up the corner of his mouth. “What’s the matter, Allison Young?”

She swallowed. “I may have gotten more than I bargained for with you and your ceaseless
sex drive. You’re like a little kid with a new toy. You’re gonna’ break me if we’re not careful.”

He started lathering the soap again and
Allie stopped mid-rant to gawk. His phenomenal chest was mesmerizing—damn him to eternal hell and back—the way the muscles kept jumping each time he moved his arms, the eagle tattoo rising and falling above his hard forearms. . . .

“Turn around,
Allie.”

Yikes!
How’d he gotten so close?

She swallowed again and he leaned right into her. “Turn.
Around.” It was a clipped command of teeth.

So she
squinched her eyes shut and did as he said, grumbling all the time about bossy drill sergeants under her breath.

Warm hands settled over her shoulders, smelling of floral soap. He massaged her back and neck, wrapped his hands around her sides to capture her breasts. Then, pausing for more soap, he moved down
onto her ass. His hands ran over her backside and down each leg. When he was done with her feet, and now kneeling, he pulled her into him and planted heated little kisses over each of her backside’s cheeks.