Page 12 of A Wallflower's Christmas Wreath
They had spent hours in his father's library, this very room, reading books that were not for such a young person's eyes. They had laughed and giggled over drawings and explanations on the art of seduction and marriage.
Not to mention, they lived in the country, and animals did not concern themselves with who was watching them at any given time.
He cradled her in one arm, taking her lips in a searing kiss. She reached for his hand, placing it on her hip, before sliding his touch up her body to sit beneath her breast.
His cock stood to attention, blood pumping fast and hard in his veins.
"Touch me," she said, meeting his eyes.
He read the determination in her blue eyes and was resolved not to disappoint. He kept his hand on her stomach, keeping his hold on her there. She tried to take his hand and place it elsewhere, but he refrained, wanting to make his first touch of her memorable. Wanting to tease her a little first.
She wiggled in his hold. Her soft gasps and annoyed growls when he denied her made him smile. Heidi was all soft, womanly curves, just as he knew she would be.
And then he did touch her as she wished. He cupped the underside of her breast. Her pebbled nipple beaded through the thin material of her gown, and he rubbed his thumb across it, teasing it to a point.
"Mmm, that is lovely, I like what you're doing," she said, covering his hand with hers. "Now, touch me elsewhere, Matthew. And this time, do not tease me with caresses that go nowhere."
He grinned down at her, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. He clasped the nape of her neck, holding her still as he kissed them both to the point of madness.
He handled her through her dress, cupping her cunny and rubbing it in long, teasing strokes. His blood roared in his veins. He wanted her. He wanted to lay her down on the woolen rug, strip her naked and tup her to completion.
Damn, she felt good. So right that, for the first time in his life, he was where he wanted to be. Where he should always have been.
"Matthew," she murmured, her hand reaching down and pulling her gown upwards. "Here. Touch me here."
Fire licked through his soul at her request. He did as she asked, touching her with guarded strokes, rolling her sensitive bud with careful, determined strokes that he knew would drive her wild.
She had always been a hellcat. Now he would learn just how sharp her claws were.
He. Could. Not. Wait.
Heidi bither lip to stop herself from moaning at Matthew's touch. So good, wicked, and fun. She wanted more. She wanted everything.
He leaned down and kissed her long and deep, his fingers playing her to a tune that they were both in harmony with.
But she wanted more.
Heidi broke the kiss and shuffled off his lap, kneeling before him. She clasped his jaw and brought his attention to her face. "I want to be with you. I want you to be the first man I take to my bed."
Heidi saw the confusion, the consideration of her words in Matthew's eyes.
"The first man? Can I hope? Am I being too forward to ask that I'm the only man you will take to your bed?" he asked her.
Heidi wanted that to be the case, even after all their years of bickering, being here tonight, talking to him for the first time in years; something had shifted between them, changed and healed.
She could not imagine going several more years without his friendship.
His love …
"It is not too much to ask," she replied, kissing him. They tumbled to the floor, and Matthew rolled her onto her back, coming over her.
She reveled in the feel of his weight, his strong, demanding body that called to hers.
Heidi lifted her dress with his help, their kiss a frenzy of need that had built up over the many years apart.
Maybe they were destined to always come together in such a way. Life had a funny way of working out, and deep down in her heart, she had always hoped to win his friendship back.
His heart …
