SILENT DESIRES

She tasted better than anything Matt had ever experienced before. The feel of her skin against his lips was a beguiling combination of feminine softness and spice.

He could feel the heat of Savannah’s arousal as she pressed her hips into his, sensed how ready she was for him.

So ready Matt wanted to take her right here and now. To thrust into her time and time again, until she screamed out his name as she climaxed, wildly, fiercely, as spasm after spasm of pleasure wrapped itself around him and she took him over that edge with her. Until she admitted that she was his.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She moaned low in her throat as his kiss gentled and became exploratory. He moved her to the edge of the bed and lowered her onto the mattress, never ceasing his slow movement over her lips.

He pushed her legs apart, grinding his arousal against her tempting heat in an effort to relieve some of the fierceness of his own need.

He succeeded only in increasing that need until he could only move rhythmically against her, the barrier of their clothing no hindrance to the heat, the satisfaction he found between Savannah’s legs as he continued to surge against her. Again and again. Harder. Faster. Until Matt felt he would lose his mind if he didn’t soon possess her for real!

This was insane, Savannah acknowledged achingly, as she felt the thick length of Matt’s shaft pressed against the swollen nub between her legs, creating a fire deep inside her that quickly spread and threatened to flame totally out of control.

She couldn’t do this… She wouldn’t do this!

That would be really stupid. She was supposed to be careful.

She pushed against his chest gently. “Matt….” she began.

“Damn it, Savvie, just don’t say anything for a while. No words.” Matt said, interrupting her. “We can’t seem to have a conversation without hurting each other, so for just a little while let’s communicate without talking.”

She gazed into his eyes as he drew away from her and studied his expression. How could she want him so much after all the mistrust and hurt? His fingertips caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes, arching further into his hand.

What if she let him make love to her? Would it be so bad? Or would it just confirm his low opinion of her.

Like a bucket of ice water, that thought quashed any desire she had to surrender to his lovemaking. He must have sensed her withdrawal because he drew away, looking at her in confusion.

“I can’t do this,” she said, scrambling to sit up on the bed. “Not knowing what you think of me.”

The very air between them seemed to crackle with tension, and Savannah could only wait tensely to see if what she just said would have any effect. Because if they didn’t and he kissed her again then she knew she was seriously in danger, because she knew she would not be able to stop him this time.

Crushed as she was between Matt and the bed, every hard muscle and sinew of his body imprinted upon her own. There was no way, absolutely no way, that she would be able to resist him. And at this moment, breathing in his scent, still weak from the touch of his hands against the bareness of her flesh, she wasn’t sure that she really wanted to.

She continued to stare up at him for long, timeless seconds, not breathing, not moving, the palms of her hands damp with tension, her legs trembling beneath her.

His jaw clenched even as the fierceness slowly left the dark unfathomable depths of his eyes. He stepped abruptly away from her, the muscles still tense in his back as he turned away from her to smooth the wildness of his hair back from his face and draw deep, controlling breaths into his lungs.

Allowing Savannah to draw in a couple of much-needed breaths herself.

What on earth had happened just now? More to the point, how did it happen?

“We shouldn’t have done that,” she said.

The words caught and raggedly slipped from her lips. Drawing protective arms around her chest, she sat on the rumpled covers watching him warily.

He turned to look at her and frowned. “Don’t stare at me like you expect me to pounce,” he said in disgust. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

He left the room, slamming the door solidly behind him.

Feeling more alone than she had when she left him the first time, she edged off the bed and walked into the bathroom to splash cool water on her flushed face.

She stared back at her reflection and saw the utter misery in her eyes. Tears welled. Her chest hurt. Her heart hurt. This was no way to live.

She wouldn’t beg him to believe her. She’d already done that. On her knees no less. What was left? He didn’t believe her. She wasn’t going to beg him again. There was nowhere for this relationship to go but straight to hell in a handbasket.

Turning the water off, she put her elbows on the countertop and buried her face in her hands as sobs billowed from her throat.

She hadn’t been happy in months but now her misery was even more pronounced. Her circumstances hadn’t been the best in New York, but she hadn’t had to look at the man she loved and know that he thought the worst of her.

Tears still sliding down her face, she went blindly back into the bedroom and curled into a ball on the bed. Her shoulders shook and the tears that she’d held back for so long streamed down her cheeks in steady trails.

After a few minutes, the bed dipped and Matt put a hand to her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Savvie,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

Gently he lifted her into his arms and cradled her to his chest. She clung to him and buried her face in his neck as her tears soaked into his shirt.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t how I wanted things to go. I never meant to upset you or make you feel worthless. I swear it.” he said.