Tip of the Ice-Berg

He was rock hard and wanted nothing more than to push her dress and panties out of his way. Reality pushed back into his brain and he recalled his intention to take things slow with her. As she rocked her hips again, Matt swallowed and lifted his head. He met her gaze, the male part of him gratified by the foggy look in her blue eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Her voice was husky and sexy as hell.

Hell no. He shook his head. "I didn't say hello."

She laughed, another sexy sound that had him adjusting his stance so that he could ease a thigh between her knees. He watched her face as he moved and grinned when her eyes widened.

"I thought that's what this was," she murmured.

He smiled and leaned close, brushing his lips over hers in a teasing caress. She followed his lips, straining for his kiss as he moved his mouth away. She made a frustrated noise until Matt closed his lips around her soft ear lobe. He tightened his hold on her when he felt the shudder ripple through her body.

"I think I want to say hello for the rest of the night."

She giggled and he lifted his head to grin at her. Slow or not, she wasn't repulsed by his advances and she wasn't frightened. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. He touched once, twice and on the third pass, she cupped his head in her hand and brought her mouth hard against his.

Matt went with it, letting out a groan—whether from relief or need, he didn't know. He pushed his thigh further between her legs and bent his knee. She whimpered against his mouth and then lifted her other leg until she was wrapped around him. Matt pressed her closer to the wall and thrust with his hips until he felt the soft warmth of her core brushing against his crotch.

He thrust again, and again until he heard her weak cry and the sound managed to work its way through the fog of his brain. He lifted his head and stared beyond her glasses-which had been knocked askew-into her dazed eyes as he brushed his lips across hers again.

He opened his mouth to speak, to say something, to apologize for groping her and dry humping her in the front hall like a horny sixteen-year-old. Instead, what came out was, "Where's your bedroom?"