Free Something More by Samanthya Wyatt Page A

“You’re leaving?”
    Matthew’s voice grated as he answered. “This stage of my business is done.”
    His words hammered her brain making her realize he would be going home. To the other side of the world. The floor plummeted beneath her. She had the sinking feeling she would never see him again.
    Her hand clenched the receiver, a mad desire to latch on so he couldn’t vamoose. Scared? Was she feeling scared? Since she’d never been scared, as far as she could remember, she might mistake her difficulty breathing for fear.
    How ridiculous. She’d only known this man for a few days. Yet, she had the notion if she let him get away, she would lose the very thing that had been missing in her life.
    Carrie invited Matthew in for coffee just like he knew she would. The unspoken, silent invitation was the one he struggled with. All the signals were there, and he was a fool for not taking her up on her obvious seduction. He’d be a bigger fool if he let his lust-filled body overrule his prudent conscious and fall into bed with her. Neither of them were celibate or strangers to sex. But he didn’t want her to think he expected goodbye sex.
    I’ll never see you again, so let’s do it.
    His eyes slid down to her firm round breasts. They would feel damn good against his chest. His palms began to prickle as he imagined his hands caressing and lifting the perfect globes to his mouth. He had to be insane to think he could resist touching the most desirable woman known to man. He wanted to trust his instincts. Maybe there was a chance at something special with this woman.
    A hopeful fantasy .
    He had to get the hell out of here. Now.
    Carrie placed her purse on the counter and turned. The look on her face conveyed pure need.
    Oh, hell.
    Matthew swallowed with difficulty and tried to breathe. He watched, spellbound, as she lifted one hand to the back of her head and released the clip holding her hair. A mass of blonde waves tumbled around her shoulders and fell to her breasts. Her eyes blazed into his.
    An invitation to sin if he ever saw one.
    She glided toward him with a sensuous sweep of her hips. Her voluptuous breasts shifted, attracting his gaze to the creamy swell above her cleavage. His tongue crowded his throat. A thickness settled in his chest. He had to touch her.
    With one unsteady finger, he traced a path from her collarbone down the tempting V of her dress. A rush of breath escaped her lips as his finger moved to the fullness of her breast. His eyes burned a path, lifting slowly to meet her gaze. Raw desire greeted him, making his already racing pulse pound in his ears. Seeking hands lifted with a will of their own and he pulled her into his arms. His eyes narrowed as her eager lips parted for him.
    Mmmmm. Sweet. Hot as hell.
    Blood rushed to his groin. Carrie had a mouth made for kissing. He delved with long leisurely strokes that turned to a twirling dance of mating tongues. A groan came from deep in her throat sending his already heightened senses on overload. She crushed her breasts against him. Her sweet, hungry sounds urged him on. His hand slid down, molded her bottom, and pressed her full against his erection. His mind nearly shattered. Nothing in his life had felt so good. He had to pull her closer. Her arms tightened around his neck causing his crazed body to heave against her, taking all she had to offer. The kiss flourished hotter, deeper. Her aroused body rotated and pushed against him without restraint.
    Finally, they broke apart, each gasping for air.
    Too fast. Too fast.
    Blood coursed through his veins like high-octane fuel in a powerful engine.
    Her eyes on his, Carrie lifted his hand to her mouth. Her hair flowed around her face in sexy abandon. Dazed, he watched as she slowly and deliberately placed the tip of his finger to her lips, and held the flesh between her teeth. His cock swelled rock hard. She took tiny steps backward enticing him to follow. With each step she slid her tongue over the