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He leaned over and unceremoniously dropped her onto her bed. “Do I amuse you, pretty girl?”

She couldn’t contain her laughter, and his grin widened as he looked down at her. What was wrong with her? But that wasn’t right. How could something be wrong with her when she was this happy? This giddy. Had she ever thought the word giddy relative to her in her entire life? He just made her happy.

“Tell me.” He dropped down next to her. “What has you laughing, sweet Matti?”

“You.”

Chapter 30

Ryan wasn’t sure if he liked being the reason she was laughing. “I don’t know how to take that. It could be good or not so good.”

“Good.” Her expression sobered, and she touched her palm to his face. “So beautifully wonderful.”

“I’ve always wanted to be someone’s beautifully wonderful.” He leaned down and captured her lips with his. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft exploration of the desire that had been simmering between them since this morning. But soon, it deepened into something more intense, more urgent.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him to take more, so he did. He forgot about mean men as he lost himself in the touch and taste of Matti. Somehow and almost magically, their clothes were gone and he was skin to skin with this woman who had slipped in when he wasn’t paying attention and claimed his heart. It was quite possible she was going to break said heart, but she was worth the risk.

He broke away from her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder and then to where he wanted his tongue…her breasts. He loved her whimpers as he sucked on a nipple. When he moved from the breast he was loving on to the other one, she moaned.

That was what he wanted to hear from her, that throaty moan telling him she liked what he was doing. He explored his way down her body, learning her curves and angles with his tongue and the softness of her skin with his fingertips. He took his time making his way to her sex, and when he got there, to that most intimate place of hers, he inhaled the earthy scent of her arousal and tasted the flavor that was uniquely Matti.

He took his time, bringing her to the edge and then retreating, letting her body calm before stirring it up again. It was a dance, a rhythm that was theirs alone. Her moans grew louder, her body more insistent, and he knew she was close. He looked up at her, seeing her head thrown back, her eyes closed, lost in the sensations.

When her body arched and her breaths were fast and shallow, he increased the pressure of his tongue, his fingers digging gently into her thighs. With a final, deliberate stroke of his tongue, he sent her spiraling over the edge.

“Ryan,” she rasped.

His name on her lips as her body convulsed in waves of pleasure spiked the need he already had for her. When she finally stilled, he pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, then made his way back up her body, his lips tracing the path he had taken down. He kissed her deeply, telling her without words that she owned his heart.

“Please,” she said when he lifted his head and stared down at her.

She was everything that was beautiful to him. “Please what? Give me the words, Matti.”

“I want you inside me.”

“There’s no other place I’d rather be.” She couldn’t know how much he wanted that, too. Not just today, but all their tomorrows.

There were a few condoms on the nightstand, left over from last night, and he reached for one. It was hot the way she watched him put it on, that heat in her eyes and the way she sucked her bottom lip in, then bit down on it. And when he slid inside her, filling her, a sigh of contentment escaped his lips.

I’ve found my home, Matti. This is where I belong.

Her heat and her scent seeped into his skin, becoming a part of him. Fifty years from now, he would be able to recall this moment, would remember her smell, the warmth of her body, and the way desire had darkened her eyes to a midnight blue, turning them dreamy.

Can you love me back, pretty girl? He began to move, a slow rhythm at first, wanting to draw out this moment for as long as possible. Her eyes fluttered closed, long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, and her hands found their way to his back, her nails lightly grazing his skin.

Her fingers traced the muscles of his back, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She was not just beneath him, but around him, inside him. He could feel her heartbeat, or perhaps it was his own, resonating through their connected bodies.

He tried to make it last, to draw out their pleasure, but her soft gasps and the urgency of her hips meeting his thrusts made it impossible. He could feel the pressure building, the need for release becoming overwhelming. He looked into her eyes, saw his own desperation reflected back, and knew she was close, too.

“Matti,” he whispered, and her name sounded like a sacred prayer on his lips. It was that. Her hands moved from his back to grasp his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh as she clung to him, her body tensing beneath him. He could feel her tightening around him, her body pulsing with its own urgent need.

The world outside ceased to exist. There was only this room, this bed, this woman. Her body arched against his, her nails dug harder into his flesh, and when she cried out, he captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing her cries, and he let go, following her over the edge into blissful oblivion.

He lowered his forehead to hers, their harsh breaths mingling. “I see stars,” he said. “Maybe even touched them.”

“That was…” A last shudder traveled through her. “I don’t even know what that was.”

“Amazing? Incredible? Mind-blowing?”