Page 174 of Hell Hath No Fury

Matt turned to Harper. “Did you have a good day?”

“I did. It was so much fun, and I learned amazing techniques.”

“I’m glad.” He grasped her hand and led her to the elevator. “I’m also glad we have one more night here,” he said as they stepped into the lift.

Once the doors closed, he backed her against the wall and pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue swirled around the deep recesses of her mouth and she moaned, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

He broke contact long enough to look into her eyes and touch his nose to hers. “I missed you.” He dipped his head once more to continue the kiss, but the elevator dinged, announcing they’d come to their floor.

He took her hand and led her to their room, opening the door and letting them inside. She kicked off her shoes and walked into the room, stopping short when she saw an ice bucket with champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries on a plate.

“Matt?” She spun to face him.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you.” He lifted the bottle out of the ice, untwisted the wire covering and popped the cork. “I have dinner coming up in half an hour. I thought you’d be tired after a full day of classes.”

Even as her stomach growled at the thought of food, her eyes misted, and though she felt silly, she couldn’t help it. No one had ever done anything so sweet for her before. She never thought she’d have this caring man in her life. And she didn’t want to lose him. That was the thought behind the tears, but she wasn’t ready to express her fears.

Instead, she stepped over and accepted the glass of champagne he’d poured for her and took a sip. The bubbles tickled her throat. “Mmm.”

His sexy grin aroused her and she forgot all about being hungry. Well, hungry for anything but him, that is. “How about a quickie before we eat?”

He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Laughing, they rolled over and stripped each other out of their clothes, coming together in the center of the mattress. Their bodies aligned, his hard cock pressing against her belly.

She moaned and he rolled onto his back, easing her on top of him. “Condom,” he reminded her. “I picked some up this afternoon.” He gestured to the bag on the counter.

She leaned over pulled one out, handing it to him so he could cover himself. His gaze came to rest on hers. “Ride me, beautiful.”

She pushed herself to a sitting position, coming astride him, her core settling over his erection. She gripped his shaft and lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her up completely.

She groaned loudly, the sound coming from deep inside her. She felt so much for him and wanted to tell him. She needed to say the words, but she didn’t know if he reciprocated or if in his mind this was pure desire, not love. But she also understood this was new and they had a lot to learn about each other. So she cautioned herself to take things slow and appreciate what they had now.

Then he reached out and slid his finger over her clit, causing delicious tremors to shoot through her body. She trembled, emotion and sensation building along with the waves of need that threatened to consume her. He thrust his hips up over and over, rising to meet her, causing her breasts to bounce as she rode him.

Her climax hit suddenly and she cried out, calling his name. He gripped her hips hard and came at the same time, his big body shuddering beneath her.

For the rest of the night, they snuggled in bed, rising only to eat. They talked. A lot. She learned more about his life, realizing that he was as lonely as she’d been.

“I’d watch you, you know, as I worked.”

“You did?”

“Mmm-hmm. And how do you think I learned to love coffee so damn much?” he asked, sitting up in bed, holding her in the crook of his arm.

She laughed. “I just thought you liked to torment me.” She was only half-joking. Because he had come into the shop often, but given he worked across the street, it seemed normal. “I watched you, too,” she murmured.

He grunted at that as if it was hard for him to believe. “You dated a lot,” he said gruffly, taking her off guard. “Especially lately.”

She sighed and lay her head against him. “I was trying to get over you,” she admitted. “Emily getting married really forced me to face that I needed to move on with my life.”

“I thought I was doing what was best by staying far away.” He leaned down and kissed her.

“And now?” she asked, holding her breath, hoping he’d give her the answer she needed.

“Now we make up for lost time.” And for the rest of the night, he proceeded to do just that.

CHAPTER FOUR

The weekend with Harper flew by, and before Matt knew it, he was back in his hometown. Since he opened his garage earlier than most businesses, he couldn’t stop by the gun shop to see Noah Sanders. He’d have to go by during lunch, which meant he had to wait before showing any public display of affection with Harper. He didn’t want rumors to get back to her brother before Matt talked to him face-to-face. He hated staying away, but his word still meant something, as did his respect for the man in the uniform who’d only been looking out for his sister.