Page 70 of Lock ’N’ Load

She writhed against him, urging him to give her what she so desperately needed.

“You are so, so wet. I love it.” He nudged his erection at her core, pushing gently, rocking into her until her tight walls began to relax.

Not enough.

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she surged her hips upward while at the same time gripping his ass, pulling him fully inside her. She screamed in pain, although the moment was fleeting.

“What the hell?” He jerked his head up, his eyes burning brightly as his big body shook, and he quickly withdrew. “Trista!” Above her, his breath came in heavy gasps, warm against her face as he stared down at her. In his eyes were shock and regret.

“I’m sorry.” Unable to meet his pained look a second longer, she covered her eyes. “I should have t-told you.”

“Yeah, you should have.” He tugged her hands from her eyes, but she squeezed them shut. “Look at me. Look at me.”

Reluctantly, she did, fearing what he would say.

I’ve ruined this. What was meant to be a special moment in my life, I’ve turned to shit. Shit, shit, shit.

“I’m no good at this.” Hot tears pricked at her eyes, humiliation heating her cheeks. She shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “I was a thirty-three-year-old virgin, and I can see by the look on your face you’re disgusted. Let me up.”

“No, that’s not it.” He shook his head, his eyes filled with disbelief. “Honey, what I don’t get is how? You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with. Your passion is so uninhibited it floors me. There is nothing about you that disgusts me. It’s just the opposite. Everything about you turns me on like no one ever has. Do you hear me?”

She couldn’t believe it, but there was such sincerity in his eyes. He turned onto his side, taking her with him. With gentle fingers, he wiped away her tears, then tipped her chin up with his forefinger. “Why haven’t you ever made love before?”

Hesitating, she took a deep breath. He’d bared his soul, now it was time for her to reciprocate. “When I was five, my parents began to suspect my aptitude was off the charts. They took me to a facility that confirmed their suspicions. As a five-year-old, none of that meant anything to me until I started grade school.”

“The other kids were intimidated by you.” Matt’s brows bunched as he scrutinized her intently.

“Understatement.” Suddenly shy, she tugged the sheet up, intending to cover her breasts, but he stopped her.

“Too late for that now.” He grinned. “I’ve already seen everything there is to see. Go on.”

“It only worsened with time. In high school, it seemed like half the kids were mean, calling me a brainiac, a geek, or a computer-head. The other half wanted nothing to do with me. I never had any real friends until I was hired on with the agency.”

“No boyfriends?”

“No, not really.” She shook her head, dismally recalling the loneliness of her teenage years. “As soon as I met a boy I liked, I began to sta—” She clamped her mouth shut, pressing her lips together. Admitting to herself how much she liked Matt was one thing, but telling him was an entirely different matter. She wasn’t ready for that.

“Stammer,” he said, finishing her word for her. “So, you like me?” A boyish grin tipped the corners of his mouth as he began trailing a finger along her jawline.

She giggled. “Well, m-maybe a little.”

“Just a little?” His grin widened.

When she punched his shoulder, his talented fingers instinctively found that ticklish spot on her waist, and she giggled louder, trying unsuccessfully to twist out of his grasp.

When he began caressing her breast, she leaned into his hand and held back a little moan. She loved how he touched her. How he kissed her and made her feel all tingly.

Matt pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t stammer once when you were talking to Jake Sorensen, or any of the guys back at the house. Does that mean you don’t like them?”

“No, of course I like them.” Point of fact, she thought they were terrific. “I just don’t like them in that way.”

“What way is that?” He pressed his lips to her neck.

As he began nibbling on her ear, she closed her eyes and shivered. “Like I want to tear off their clothes and jump their bones.” Gasping, she snapped open her eyes. “Oh, shit. Did I really just say that?”

He laughed openly, something he rarely did and the sight of him enjoying a moment of unreserved happiness made her heart squeeze. She wanted him to experience more of that. Contrary to what he believed, he did deserve it.

“I love it when you go all truck driver on me. It turns me on.” For a moment, they both laughed, then he stopped. “Why me?” he asked, sobering.