Free The Perfect Blend by Donna Marie Rogers

just…Look, I made you talk about things that brought up painful memories. Made you feel vulnerable and needy.”
    She arched a brow. “Needy?”
    Shit. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant….Ah, hell, I’m afraid to say anything else or I might cram my other foot in my mouth.”
    Carrie gave him a playful tap on the nose. “Good call. Just keep your sexy mouth shut until I say otherwise, and we’ll get along fine.”
    “Do I have to worry about you pulling out whips and chains?” he teased.
    She laughed, the sound beautiful music to his ears. “I may be adventurous, but I like to stay on this side of kinky, if that’s all right with you.”
    He winked. “You’re in charge here, Carrie. I’m merely your willing slave, eager to serve you in anyway you wish.”
    “I love a man who knows his place,” she purred before leaning in to nip at his bottom lip. And damn if his heart didn’t start thumping with anticipation.
    She pressed her lips to his again, this time opening up to him as she tugged his shirt free and started working it up his chest. She broke the kiss only long enough to pull his shirt over his head, their mouths meshing hungrily again as she tossed it on the floor. Matt plumbed her hot mouth, every inch of him hard with need. She tasted of wine, and Matt savored the heady flavor as she kissed him with more passion than any woman ever had.
    Desperate to feel her soft flesh, Matt slipped his hands beneath her shirt, her hot skin nearly scorching his palms. He cupped her breasts over her bra, and she arched into him with a sexy little gasp. He massaged the large globes, teasing her nipples through the lacey material, reveling in how perfect she was for him; how she epitomized every fantasy he’d ever had of the perfect woman. Carrie Lowell couldn’t be more ideal for him if she’d been custom made.
    She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she reached back to unclasp her bra. Matt wasted no time in slipping beneath it to palm the soft, supple flesh in his greedy palms. She peeled her own shirt off and tossed it aside, then her bra, as Matt paid loving homage to the most beautiful pair he’d ever seen. She braced her hands on the sofa behind him, her head falling back as Matt tongued first one pebbled peak; circling, flicking, lapping, sucking, before paying equal loving attention to her other breast. The thought of bringing her to orgasm with his mouth tightened his groin and nearly sent him over the edge. He wanted to pleasure her thoroughly, worship her, make damn sure she didn’t doubt his devotion for even a second.
    Putting his own needs on the backburner, Matt stood and switched their positions, settling Carrie on the sofa while he kneeled before her. With her cheeks flushed, her lips plump from his kisses, and those bountiful breasts with their pretty pink tips wet from his mouth, Carrie had never looked more desirable to him. He made quick work of stripping off the rest of her clothes, and within seconds she lay naked and open before him.
    “You’re incredible,” he whispered. “So damn beautiful.”
    Before she had a chance to respond, Matt gripped her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the cushion. Not sure what to expect, if she would be open to what he so badly wanted to do to her, or uncomfortable, he wasn’t surprised when she attempted to rise and switch places with him.
    “I want to be on top,” she whispered, clutching the waistband of his jeans and popping the button free.
    Matt’s pulse faltered as he grasped her hands and kissed them. The thought of her riding him, those magnificent breasts bouncing, her head thrown back, was just about more than he could take. Steeling his resolve, he coaxed her back into the position he wanted.
    “And I want that, too, sweetheart. There are so many things I want to do with you. Do to you.” He splayed his hands on the tender skin of her thighs and smiled at her slight quiver.
    “But I’m supposed to be in