Staking His Claim (Line of Duty #5)(41)

“I’m giving you what I have left, Matt,” she sobbed. “Take it.”

“You have more. Give it to me.”

Acting on its own, her hand reared back and slapped him hard across the face. For a brief moment, the only sound was their labored breathing, before Matt sprang into motion, finally succeeding in pinning her hands over her head on the leather seat. The now-familiar excitement gathered in Lucy’s middle and spread to every corner of her body, her mind.

Matt watched her closely, conflict in every plane of his face, his thick flesh still throbbing inside her. When he finally spoke, his voice was pure gravel. “Stop here or keep f*cking you? I need an answer. And I need it now.”

She squeezed him with her inner walls before allowing her thighs to fall open in invitation. At the same time, she struggled to get her hands free. “Don’t give me a choice.”

“Lucy…,” he warned, even as his eyes darkened, then closed.

Refusing to give up on the feeling she was chasing, Lucy turned her head and sank her teeth into his forearm. The hands manacling her own tightened their punishing grip as Matt groaned. Lucy increased her struggle, bucking her body beneath his once, twice.

Slowly, his hips eased back, then pushed forward again. Euphoria shot straight through her body. She tossed her head back on the seat, reveling in it for a glorious moment, then began her renewed struggles. As she watched, Matt lost whatever battle he’d been waging inside himself and began to drive into her. When Lucy twisted on the seat, in a halfhearted attempt to dislodge him, he only threw her legs over his broad shoulders and pumped harder.

“Don’t you dare try to keep that * away from me. It’s mine. You are mine.”

Somehow Lucy managed to speak around the pleasure spearing through her. Oh God, she was so close. Just a little more. “No.”

With a frustrated sound, Matt brought his body down on top of hers, bringing her knees even with her shoulders. Angling his body above her, he pounded down, grunting with exertion. “Give it up, baby. I feel you shaking for me.”

She tossed her head on the seat, but couldn’t vocalize her denial. He looked so male, so dominant above her, demanding a release she didn’t want to give, but couldn’t refuse herself.

Matt kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep. “I remember what it feels like when you’re getting ready to blow. It’s seared on my f*cking brain. Any minute now, you’re going to tighten up on me like a vise.” He nipped her bottom lip. “And I’m going to f*ck right through it.”

Lucy didn’t sail or drift over the edge, but catapulted headlong into a black chasm. She vaguely registered Matt’s hand covering her mouth as she shouted his name, but pleasure overrode any other thought. Her body, already hot, reached a boiling point as she climaxed. It wouldn’t end either, continuing to pummel her senses as Matt drove into her again and again.

Finally, he buried his face in her neck and let go, moaning scattered words against her fevered skin. “Sexy girl, my girl. Please. Baby, baby, baby. So good. So tight.”

Matt released her hands and they went to his hair, sinking into the thick strands, stroking his scalp. Unconsciously offering comfort and praise. His weight on top of her felt unbelievable, as did clean the scent of his shampoo. She wanted to stay like that forever, unconventional a setting as it was. A sense of contentment tingled along her spine.

That’s when Lucy knew she had to get the hell out of there. As she lay there, cradling Matt to her chest, holding him as his body vibrated in the aftermath of their lovemaking, it became brutally obvious she had serious, incurable feelings for him. She’d been stupid to think she could give him a mind-blowing sexual experience and walk away whistling Dixie, secure in her retained pride. With every encounter, sexual or otherwise, this connection she felt between them grew. Once again, she’d been too impulsive and it would cost her now.

But she had to go. Continuing like this, maintaining a physical relationship behind closed doors, would kill her. She inhaled deeply of his scent one final time, then wiggled underneath Matt until he stood back outside the car. Penetrating her with his eyes, he helped her sit up and fix her dress with gentle hands, so different from how they’d been minutes before. She did her best to keep her gaze averted as she searched the car for her purse.

“Lucy. Look at me.”

Allowing a smile to form, she kept the rest of her face blank. As in, would you like fries with that? “I have to go.”

His eyebrows shot up. “The f*ck you do. Not like this.”

A hot clench in her belly had Lucy grinding her teeth. That forcefulness in Matt could be her downfall if she wasn’t careful. “I have a job interview.” Another lie. Might as well swing for the fences.

“At seven o’clock at night?”

She shrugged and tried to hop off the seat. “Is this the city that never sleeps, or isn’t it?”

Matt blocked her. “Why are you still interviewing?” His voice thickened with some unnamed emotion. “You’re taking the Paris job. You told me on the drive from Syracuse that you loved it there.”

Oh, that did it. She couldn’t remain cool one second longer. With both hands, she shoved against his chest. He barely moved, inciting her wrath even further. “I’m not taking the Paris job, you moron. But don’t worry, my staying in New York has nothing to do with you. I know the score. So don’t worry about me. I know what this is.” She skirted past him. “It’s nothing.”