The Mysterious Mr. Heath by Ariel Atwell Page A

ever seen a more handsome man, she could not recall it. But now he was frowning.
    “What is it that you wish for me to say, Matthew?” she asked. “You hold the advantage over me for I have little experience in what goes on between men and women, particularly in circumstances such as these.”
    “This is not an everyday occurrence for me either,” he said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I still feel like a damned idiot for not seeing your beauty. For not somehow sensing that you were a woman. Or perhaps I did without realizing it,” he mused. “Maybe that is why I found your company so delightful, yet felt it such a torment to be with you.”
    His compliment took her by surprise, and she took refuge where she could find it. “You need not flatter me. I know I am nothing to look at, nor do I care about being so,” she said dismissively.
    “You won’t even allow me to pay you a compliment?”
    “That’s not what this is about.”
    “What is it about, then? Is it an agreeable law partner you seek? Someone with whom to share lodgings or drink a glass of port before the fire when there is a chill in the air?”
    Once again she felt helpless to answer his questions. “All I know is that this has been the most extraordinary night of my life, and I don’t wish for it to end,” she said honestly.
    “It has been for me as well,” he said. Pulling her toward him, he kissed her until her head was spinning. When the kiss ended, he tucked her head against his chest.
    “Perhaps our friendship is enough for you, but it won’t be for me, Laurence,” she heard him say, his voice rumbling through his chest where she lay her head. “It may well be madness, but I want more. I want you. I want all of you.”
    She listened to the steady thump of his heartbeat and pondered his words as she drifted off to sleep. He wanted her. All of her . What on earth did that mean?

Chapter Ten
    Before she opened her eyes, Laurence knew it was not going to be an ordinary morning. She could hear the familiar sound of birds chirping just outside her window. Less familiar was her body pressed against something very hard and deliciously warm. Not just something but someone.
    Matthew . Her eyes flew wide open as she remembered.
    “At last, the lady awakens.”
    She looked up from her pillow, and her gaze settled upon him in all of his masculine beauty. His dark hair was disheveled from where she had run her hands through it the previous evening. But his eyes shone as crisply blue as always.
    “Oh my,” she said, gazing at him. What must she look like right now? And why was she suddenly worrying about such a trivial thing?
    “That isn’t exactly what a man hopes to hear from the lips of a lady in a situation such as this,” he said.
    “It is to be expected when a lady has never before found herself in such compromising circumstances,” she retorted. “Or thought of herself as a lady, for that matter.”
    He chuckled. “I can attest to the fact that the man in question is just as surprised as the lady to find himself here. So what shall we do about it?”
    It was in that exact moment that Laurence realized the object that was pressing so firmly against her hip was in fact his fully erect cock. The very same cock that had brought her such enjoyment just a few short hours ago. When she shifted her leg, he groaned.
    “It sounds as if you might be in need of some very specific assistance, sir,” she said gravely, deliberately rubbing herself against his hardness.
    “What I need is to be back within your gorgeous body.” Before she knew it, she was flat on her back against the feather mattress, her legs spread, his fingers exploring the satiny folds of flesh at the apex of her thighs. “So beautifully ready for me.”
    He entered her in one deep slide, and she gasped at the feel of him against her newly tried flesh.
    “Tell me if I am hurting you, for you feel so wonderful I cannot stop myself from having you