hands kneading her back, her waist, and finally wandering down to cup her backside, pressing her into his hardness.
A familiar ache flared to life just below her bellybutton. It’d been so long since she’d felt sexual attraction, she’d started to wonder if her sex drive had died along with her marriage. But oh no, her body was practically singing for Matt’s touch. She draped one leg over his hip and just like that the hammock flipped over.
Chapter Six
They landed on the soft grass in a tangle of limbs, their feet twisted in the fine, hand-woven netting. The initial shock wore off after a couple of heartbeats and then they both burst out laughing.
Matt managed to disentangle her feet first, then his own. Once they were both standing, he took her back into his arms. “Hard to flip, huh?”
Carrie laughed softly, her eyes closed as she inhaled his wonderful scent. “I said hard, not impossible. Be thankful I use fertilizer; the grass is as soft as a pillow-top mattress.
“And do you own a pillow-top mattress?” His breath whispered across her ear, turning her knees to Jell-O.
Carrie’s heart was so full she thought she might float away like a helium balloon. For the first time in so long she couldn’t remember, her guard was down and her mind open. She’d lumped most men into the same despicable category for years, but thanks to Matt she’d finally started to believe in the opposite sex again. That maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t wind up as some bitter old cat lady. “You may very well find out, but it won’t be tonight. I’m not that easy.”
He pulled back and cupped her cheeks, his thumbs stroking gently under her chin, his gorgeous face illuminated by the moonlight. “I’d have been disappointed had you invited me in to find out.”
Liar. She grinned. “Yeah, right. You’re just saying what you think I want to hear.”
He reached up and caressed her face, traced his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m a hundred percent serious. As much as I want you—and Carrie, I’ve never wanted a woman more—the first time we make love is going to be perfect. And, no, I’m not just saying what I think you want to hear.”
Carrie could hear the humor in his voice, but also the sincerity. Somehow, she knew he meant every word, and the thought excited her like nothing else. She slid her arms up around his neck and pulled him down for a second kiss. Matt slanted his mouth across hers and crushed her to him. As their lips and tongues meshed with hungry need, Carrie couldn’t stop thinking about her comfy pillow-top mattress.
By the time Matt tore his lips from hers, she could barely think straight. He gave her one last kiss on the forehead. “This night has been incredible. I haven’t been so happy in…I don’t know how long. But if I don’t leave now, I can’t promise my good intentions will hold out.”
“And I can’t promise I wouldn’t change my mind about being easy,” she admitted, only half joking, as she grasped his hand and led him back into the house. They rode to Matt’s house in comfortable silence. Carrie had plenty on her mind to keep her thoughts occupied, and she supposed Matt did as well. She decided to walk him to his back door, which got a chuckle out of him.
“I can honestly say this is a first; a woman walking me to the door.”
She backed him up against the vinyl siding, then smoothed her hands up his chest and around his neck. “You know, I’ve never really been the jealous type, but I’m very glad to be your first.”
Matt slid his hands into her back pockets and pulled her flush against him. Carrie gasped as the proof of his desire burned against her belly. “I’m going to be your first for a lot of things, Carrie. Most importantly, I’m going to be the first man to not let you down. You can trust me, sweetheart. I swear it.”
Carrie’s heart did a funny little flip. More than anything she wanted to believe him. Believe in him. But she had to be
A familiar ache flared to life just below her bellybutton. It’d been so long since she’d felt sexual attraction, she’d started to wonder if her sex drive had died along with her marriage. But oh no, her body was practically singing for Matt’s touch. She draped one leg over his hip and just like that the hammock flipped over.
Chapter Six
They landed on the soft grass in a tangle of limbs, their feet twisted in the fine, hand-woven netting. The initial shock wore off after a couple of heartbeats and then they both burst out laughing.
Matt managed to disentangle her feet first, then his own. Once they were both standing, he took her back into his arms. “Hard to flip, huh?”
Carrie laughed softly, her eyes closed as she inhaled his wonderful scent. “I said hard, not impossible. Be thankful I use fertilizer; the grass is as soft as a pillow-top mattress.
“And do you own a pillow-top mattress?” His breath whispered across her ear, turning her knees to Jell-O.
Carrie’s heart was so full she thought she might float away like a helium balloon. For the first time in so long she couldn’t remember, her guard was down and her mind open. She’d lumped most men into the same despicable category for years, but thanks to Matt she’d finally started to believe in the opposite sex again. That maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t wind up as some bitter old cat lady. “You may very well find out, but it won’t be tonight. I’m not that easy.”
He pulled back and cupped her cheeks, his thumbs stroking gently under her chin, his gorgeous face illuminated by the moonlight. “I’d have been disappointed had you invited me in to find out.”
Liar. She grinned. “Yeah, right. You’re just saying what you think I want to hear.”
He reached up and caressed her face, traced his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m a hundred percent serious. As much as I want you—and Carrie, I’ve never wanted a woman more—the first time we make love is going to be perfect. And, no, I’m not just saying what I think you want to hear.”
Carrie could hear the humor in his voice, but also the sincerity. Somehow, she knew he meant every word, and the thought excited her like nothing else. She slid her arms up around his neck and pulled him down for a second kiss. Matt slanted his mouth across hers and crushed her to him. As their lips and tongues meshed with hungry need, Carrie couldn’t stop thinking about her comfy pillow-top mattress.
By the time Matt tore his lips from hers, she could barely think straight. He gave her one last kiss on the forehead. “This night has been incredible. I haven’t been so happy in…I don’t know how long. But if I don’t leave now, I can’t promise my good intentions will hold out.”
“And I can’t promise I wouldn’t change my mind about being easy,” she admitted, only half joking, as she grasped his hand and led him back into the house. They rode to Matt’s house in comfortable silence. Carrie had plenty on her mind to keep her thoughts occupied, and she supposed Matt did as well. She decided to walk him to his back door, which got a chuckle out of him.
“I can honestly say this is a first; a woman walking me to the door.”
She backed him up against the vinyl siding, then smoothed her hands up his chest and around his neck. “You know, I’ve never really been the jealous type, but I’m very glad to be your first.”
Matt slid his hands into her back pockets and pulled her flush against him. Carrie gasped as the proof of his desire burned against her belly. “I’m going to be your first for a lot of things, Carrie. Most importantly, I’m going to be the first man to not let you down. You can trust me, sweetheart. I swear it.”
Carrie’s heart did a funny little flip. More than anything she wanted to believe him. Believe in him. But she had to be
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