Sweet Heat Rising (Thoroughbred Men Series) (13 page)

Sarah lifted up to help him get her pants off and eagerly undid his belt, button and zipper. She watched as Matt slipped one strap from her shoulder, freed her breast. He took a finger, dipped it in the dessert and smeared the cold, creamy dessert on her nipple. Sarah gasped at the chill and the look of desire on his face as he leaned over to lick it off. To Sarah, Matt’s tongue was hot and her nipple was so hard and so sensitive as he tasted the tip.

Matt surveyed her breasts and the dessert on the nipple. “Now that is how it should be packaged,” he said to her with a smile. “It is almost as delicious as you are.” He smeared a bit on the opposite nipple and watched it tighten and pucker from the cold. He loved how each peak felt against his tongue, how he could rub each and suckle on them. Her breasts made his knees weak.

Sarah laughed. “Nope, can’t sell it like that,” she said. Though watching him, she could see he was definitely interested in tasting the concoction perched on her breast. She could feel goose bumps arise as she thought of his hot mouth on her cooling nipple. “Matt, are you going to taste me?” she whispered heatedly.

Matt smiled wickedly and stared at the feast before him. “That is a shame you can’t package it like that. Baby, with those breasts you would be a millionaire. I can’t wait to taste these,” he said. He cupped each globe and smeared cream across each nipple with this thumb, flicking the tip as he heard her gasp.

Sarah hooked her legs around him and shook with desire. “Matt, I do not think I can take much more. I want to feel you again inside of me,” she said breathlessly, imagining the fullness she felt, having him the other day.             

Matt groaned. “Baby, I cannot. I  did not expect this and just realized I do not have a condom with me,” he said frustrated. “Let’s go home and I will make love to you all night.” He wanted to touch her so badly he ached. He could think of nothing more than feasting off of her on the table and making love to her there in the kitchen. He almost got the apron out, but he could not bear to cover an inch of her skin just yet.

It was now Sarah’s turn to be frustrated. She wanted him and wanted him badly. She needed to feel him inside of her. She loved the way…wait-she loved him? Did she love him? She certainly enjoyed being with him and spending time with him. The past several days had been paradise and she had never felt more complete. She could not imagine being without him or not knowing him, not seeing his smile, not listening to him talk... yes, she loved him. “Touch me, let us not be done yet,” she whispered and kissed him.

Matt wanted nothing more. He could touch her and please her for hours. He had been waiting all day for work to be over so he could spend the evening with her. He thought of her sweet moans and the way she moved underneath him last night. Matt kissed her breasts and ran his hands over her back softly. He grabbed the panne cotta again, swept his finger in the dish and slid his it into her panties.

Sarah gasped at the cold, but part of that gasp was knowing how exactly he planned on getting the creamy dessert off of her nether region. She lay back on the table with a devious, suggestive smile. She watched as Matt grabbed the nearby chair where he had sat to eat dinner...he would use the chair again to feast on his favorite dessert!

She saw him pull her delicate panties aside and lapped at the cream on her lips. Sarah flung her head back and moaned loudly. It was so sexy to see his head duck down and taste her. His tongue was so hot and she could feel his rough beard on her thighs and most sensitive spots.

Matt lapped at her for quite some time and could feel her shaking. “Baby, I am gonna make you come all over me and lick you some more,” he whispered heatedly. He focused his tongue on her pearl, quickly flicking it and slowly sunk a finger into her wetness. Feeling her soft folds with his finger and mouth was almost too much. He never wanted to stop tasting her.

Sarah could not function. She was barely hanging on and could feel how close she was to losing herself. Sarah felt herself explode and he kept attacking her sensitive clit, dragging another cry from her as she came again. 

Matt looked up and stroked her precisely. “That is my beautiful woman, keep going, baby. Come again for me?” and began licking again, thrusting his finger in and out slowly. She was moaning and thrashing her head back and forth on the table in desire. He felt her legs shaking in desire.

Sarah sat up on the table and pulled her body back from Matt’s surprised face. She leaned down and kissed his wet lips. She tasted herself on him, and began to slide her hand down his shaft. Matt moaned and deepened the kiss. She felt him grab her hips as if to hold himself still.

Sarah kissed him deeply. She said heatedly, “No, I want you inside me,” she said spreading her legs for him even wider. Her insides felt so hot and were throbbing, she needed relief so badly and wanted to lose herself with him.

Matt’s hands were shaking and he wanted desperately to give in to her begging. “Sarah, what if I get you get pregnant?” he asked, concerned. He did not want to be the reason she left, nor did he want a baby to be the reason she stayed. He wanted her. He always wanted to be a father, but he never felt he was a ‘heat of the moment’ kind of guy.

Sarah looked at him heatedly and whispered, “Matt, I want you now. I don't want to pressure you. I want you to want me… as much as I want you.” She saw him start to protest, but she cut him off. “And I want you to know that I am a grown woman. I am aware of how babies get made. I know that we can play and be careful, but I also know for a fact that I am on the pill, so how about you get to loving me?” she said hotly, stroking his throbbing member.

Matt grabbed her frantically, flipped her over on the table face down and plunged his engorged, aching shaft into her warm sheath. He spread her wide and watched himself slide home inside her heat. Her moans and gasps encouraged every desperate thrust.

Matt pumped in her rapidly, whispering to her with each wild thrust. “I. Do. Love. You. Darling.” He couldn't help himself. He loved her with everything he had in him. He dug his fingers in her hips to hold her still against the table and slammed himself deep into her.

When that wasn't enough, he reached a hand around her body and rubbed her clit. He slowed his thrusting to a leisurely pace. He savored every sensation her body caused in his. He planned on making her scream with pleasure, and from the sounds of her moans? She was not far from his goal.

Sarah was certain it was only Matt that held her up, her legs were so wobbly. The cool table felt so good against her heated body. She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her. The rampant thrusting that was rampaging her body had brought her to another level of pleasure. 

When she noticed he had slowed down and begun stroking her, she felt a wild blossoming in her body. She could feel her muscles clench around his thick cock and wanted nothing more than to feel herself come with his body deep inside of her. Every time she felt him move, he teased such a spot deep inside of her that made her ache so badly. She wanted to feel him come and feel him fill her. It was so basic a sensation, so guttural. She heard Matt groan behind her and felt him lose himself in her.

Matt could not believe the sensation that shook his body and how strong the explosion was.  He felt so good inside of her. He was still moved slightly and felt himself get hard again. “Sarah, please don't move yet,” he whispered, “I want to love you more,” he begged. He stroked her back side, cupped her derriere and marveled at the lovely shape.

Sarah sighed in pleasure. She moaned as she felt the pressure build again inside of her body. She adored the way he touched her, and how he made her feel. She felt so desired and powerful knowing she could make him quiver with lust.

Matt shook as another spasm of pleasure shot from him into her lovely body. He groaned, lifted her, turned her around to him. He held her tightly against his body, his face buried in her lovely neck. He breathed her scent as he tried to catch his breath, his legs still shook.  He stepped back and sat in the chair, pulled her into his lap contentedly. He held her for quite some time.

Sarah said nothing and just enjoyed the moment as he held her tightly. She loved it when he lost control with her and was an aggressive lover. She loved that he couldn't help himself and couldn't stop touching her. It was precious that he was so tender with her most times, but when the instinctive male part of him took over, she cherished how he dominated her hotly...but most of all, she adored that he said he loved her.

19

They dressed and headed back to his place. On the way to the apartment, Matt drove past Sarah’s condo, pulled up beside the car and let her out near the driver’s door. Sarah got out of Matt’s car, hopped in hers and followed him back to the apartment. As she pulled in to the parking lot next to Matt’s car, he looked over and saw she was on her cell phone. Matt stepped out of the car, moved towards her door and opened it for her as she turned off the car. Sara thanked the person on the phone for the call and frowned. “Everything okay?” he asked curious but didn't want to pry.

Sarah wasn't sure how to feel. The phone call was from the police and pretty much told her what she had already wondered and suspected. They had tried calling her a few times at the shop but when they could not get hold of her at her home phone or the bakery, they tried her cell phone.

There were no other prints on the register other than hers and Tyler’s, which was what she expected since he worked with her, but at the same time raised questions as to why there were no others found. Could he be the thief? “That was the police and they were just getting back with me regarding the fingerprints at the bakery. Nothing abnormal found, the prints are from myself and Tyler.”

Matt stood next to her silently. He wanted her to draw her own conclusion and confirm what he suspected. “How do you feel about that?” he asked after a moment or two, as they walked up to the stairwell of his apartment. He wondered if it would be Tyler’s prints and he knew she had mentioned her ex-husband, however, he had not come near her in quite some time. He did not suspect Josh as much as she seemed to. He did not know the man, but there was always a possibility. He was now curious and fearful to see what prints they found at her condo.

Taking the steps, Sarah said, “You know, I pretty much figured that is what they would find. I mean, he and I both work there together. I was kinda hoping that there would be another set so I could say, “Ah ha! He did it!” she said halfheartedly.

She really had no leads, other than Tyler, and no proof. She still wondered if it was bad luck, if Josh was back and still holding a grudge or if it was Tyler. She could not readily accuse Tyler and could not see him doing it. He was romantically interested in her. So why would he hurt her like that? It did not make sense.

Matt unlocked the door and ushered her inside his apartment. Sarah gave a loud yawn and stretched. Matt felt guilty keeping her up. She was up so late last night, and he knew she had to get up early...and he again had kept her out late. “Baby, how about we get you to bed a bit earlier tonight so you can rest.”

Sarah did not argue. She was tired and felt confused. She wanted to go home, but wanted to be with him. She was exhausted but at the same time wanted to spend time with Matt. It seemed like either choice was right but in so many ways wrong too.

He guided her back to the room and invited her to change while he started a bath for her. He saw her nod in agreement and she proceeded to undress as he stepped out of the room, giving her some space. Matt turned on the water, placed the stopper and moved to the kitchen to make her some hot tea. He returned shortly with cup in hand, and saw Sarah sitting in the tub. She had turned off the water and was sitting with her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs with the most confused and downhearted look on her face.

As Matt walked in, Sarah asked him quietly, “Do you think Tyler could have taken the money?” She wanted to ask him if he thought Tyler had been the one to break into her home, but she could not voice it just yet. Part of her was still in denial, after all, if he was interested in her? Why would he take the money and why would he ransack her things?

Matt said honestly, “I just don't know” and gave her the cup of hot tea. He watched as Sarah took a sip and said nothing else. Matt offered to wash her back for her and watched as she turned, nodding silently. He gently rubbed the washcloth on her back and massaged her shoulders with the suds, trying to get her to relax a bit. He stepped out and grabbed a pitcher from the kitchen to wash off the suds, and offered to wash her hair too.

He watched Sarah reached up to undo her braid, Matt stopped her and took over. He ran his fingers through the braid, separating each plait and fanning them out along her back. He then took the pitcher of water and slowly poured it over her head, taking care to keep her forehead dry. Matt lathered the shampoo in his hands and began massaging it into her scalp.

Sarah moaned in pleasure. It felt so good to have someone wash her hair and felt so relaxing. The water was so warm and soothing. He was so gentle and tender. He poured clean water over her head again, squeezing the extra water from her hair. Sarah finished up her bath and reached for a towel.

Matt had one waiting and enveloped her in it. He gently towel dried her hair, and moved to tuck her into the bed they shared the previous night. He noticed she didn't argue. It seemed she was exhausted both mentally and physically. The hot bath seems to drain the remainder of energy from her. Matt watched as she drifted off to sleep and set the alarm on her phone for her.

Sarah awoke the next morning with Matt curled against her as the alarm on her phone went off. Sarah carefully peeled herself from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, determine to let him sleep since he had been kind enough to allow her to do the same.

She had been so very weary yesterday and peace was just what she needed. In the shower, she made plans to follow-up with the police department to see if there had been any changes on the status of her break-in at the condo.

She figured she would call as she waited for the alarm to be installed today at the bakery. Plus, she considered having one installed at home too. She was really enjoying her time with Matt, but she had a home to get to and she didn't want to be in his way. Not that he had said a word, but things were moving fast between them and maybe she needed to slow things down a bit.

Sarah got out of the shower and toweled off. She heard Matt moving around in the other room and opened the door.  She saw he was in the kitchen making coffee for them both. He poured a cup and kissed her. “Morning,” he said with a smile and rubbed his eyes.

“Hey, there!” she said with a smile back. Things were so easy with him. It was so simple to just be there and be with him. “Got any plans today?” she asked casually, knowing he had to work also but felt like she needed to make some sort of small talk to fill the silence.

Matt shrugged “Meh, delivery here, delivery over there?… Possible hot date later with a gorgeous girl,” he said teasingly. He wanted to see her smile at him, anything to get her mind off of her problems.

Sarah feigned shock. “Do you know one?” she said as she gulped the rest of her coffee and got ready to head out the door. She laughed as she felt him swat her gently on the backside. “You know I do,” she heard him reply as they bantered back and forth for a few as she put on her shoes.

Matt finally asked “What about you, any plans today?”  He wondered what was on her mind. She seemed awfully quiet, almost restrained. He knew she was stressed and she had every right to be.

Sarah almost felt guilty evading his question. “Oh you know, cook a few things, make a few phone calls, the usual,” she said brushing it off. She felt horrible suspecting Tyler. She had been so sure it had been Josh, and felt a bit ashamed that she had believed it would be him, when he had apparently moved on too. It was hard sometimes to let the past go. Sarah had no answers, only suspicions and she was concerned. Plus, she was afraid she was rushing into another relationship--like she had done with Josh in high school. She liked Matt so very much and wanted it to be just right between them. She was scared.

Matt nodded, kissed her and headed off to get ready for his shift. “Will you wait for me and I will take you to the store?” he offered. He wanted to make sure she was safe.

Sarah glanced at her watch. She had time to wait on him and honestly enjoyed the company in the morning. She smiled as he gave her a quick peck on her cheek and hurried off. “Be back in a second,” she heard him yell over his shoulder. She watched him walk off admiring the view and sipping on her strong coffee.