Designing Berlin Read Online Free PDF

his way with her, but she’d no idea how much she’d enjoy it. Unbelievable, but she could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach just by the attention he was paying to her breasts. Never in her life had anyone ever made her hot, let alone made her come, just from foreplay…any kind of foreplay. The man would make her orgasm not once, but twice, first by paying homage to her quim, and now just by playing with her breasts! That he was apparently unattached was a crime against nature. He should be locked up good and tight by some woman, and that woman should be she.
    The thought should have shocked her; Berlin loved being a strong, independent woman, single and free. But suddenly loving like this made her yearn for something more. What would it be like to have this kind of pleasure every night?
    Her thoughts were abruptly cut short when a tidal wave of yet another orgasm crashed through her body as he bit down with gentle firmness on both her nipples. Before she had a chance to come down from the high, he slid his length into her wanting sheath, stretching her to her very limits. Bliss right on the razor’s edge of pain washed over her, making her strain to have more. He filled her so perfectly, stroking with infinite patience, his gaze never leaving her face. She didn’t have to wonder what he was thinking; all the passion, the wonder, the joy was right there for her to see. She felt it too.
    Matty couldn’t believe he had never felt anything like this before. She had been made for him just as surely as he was alive and breathing. Her walls gripped him tightly, as if they were loath to let him go. She felt so damn good, so damn right. He didn’t have the words to express what he was feeling so he tried to show her the only way he knew how. Refusing to break contact with their eyes, he made love to her, treating her like the precious jewel she was, pouring all he had into the act.
    It was too much. The intense ecstasy of being inside her, of becoming one was too much. His hips moved faster, driving into her with desperate need. Even when he had to shift positions, pulling her legs over his arms and clasping her hips, he did not break their gaze. He had to let her know this was real. This would not be a snowstorm fling. She was his and he was keeping her. Anxious to hold on until she reached her peak once again, he angled his hips so his pelvis rubbed lightly against her clit. He couldn’t last much longer.
    Then her body seized and she screamed out his name. It was sweeter than a chorus of angels. He roared out his release, his hips losing all semblance of finesse. It was better than the first time he had ever been with a woman. A feeling of completion settled deep in his soul. It was perfect.
     
    *****
     
    Berlin awoke to the smell of food, something homey and delicious. Her stomach growled loudly as if demanding that scrumptious-smelling feast right away. Rolling over onto her back, her eyes opened to unfamiliar surroundings. The events of the past few hours crashed through her head like an avalanche. Oh, dear Lord, did she really have sex with a stranger? not once, but three times during the night? The worst part was she didn’t feel the least bit guilty about it.
    What the hell was wrong with her? She did not get to the place she was now by being reckless; but when Matty looked at her, she felt like she were the only woman in the world. She wasn’t one to believe in fairy tales or love at first sight, but there was something about Mr. Matthew Hartsfield that made her want to believe. Not a good sign. All that could come of this was a nice few days in the West Virginia Mountains, and maybe a new designer. There would be no happily ever after, no matter how it felt when they came together in carnal bliss. It was a fling, nothing more.
    “I thought you might hungry,” Matty announced coming into the bedroom with a very big tray of something that smelled even better up close. “I made some beef stew.