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Chapter Eight

She struggled to wrap her mind around his words.  She had always been polite, but aloof in her dealings with him, and yet he claimed he'd harbored an attraction to her for two years.  The sincerity of his declaration boosted her confidence, but she still could not shake the slight doubt that nagged her.

"Matthew," she rasped out when he moved to push her gown down her body.  She shook her head and clutched the thin material at her breasts just before it could slip to the floor.  She swallowed hard and forced herself to meet his searching gaze.  

     "I—I," she struggled to say the words.  She was a tough as nails corporate exec.  That was how he knew her—how everyone did.  How could she admit to him that at the core she was just like any other woman, and that she too had her own insecurities?

      "Lana, what is it?"  
     She dropped her gaze to the floor, as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

     "I'm not twenty-nine, Matthew," she said in a jumbled rush, her
eyes still glued to the floor 

     She dragged her gaze to his face when he didn't speak, an inward groan welling up inside her when she glimpsed his look of confusion.  God, did she really have to spell it out?  "My body.  I'm not twenty-nine," she snapped in frustration.  

    She felt like such a fool for having to say it aloud, even more so when comprehension dawned on his face.  She tried to pull out of his arms but couldn't when his hands closed over her tightly curled fists that held the gown to her body like it was a shield.

     "I know how old you are, Lana," he said softly as he pried her fingers, one by one until finally the soft satin pooled at her feet.  

She moved to cover her naked figure with her arms but Matthew immediately seized her wrists, effectively trapping her arms behind her back. 

     With her wrists behind her back, her full breasts jutted forward and his eyes zeroed in on their stiffened peaks.  "God, you're beautiful," he said hoarsely as he slid his gaze slowly down the length of her body and back up again.

  A slight thrill of pleasure shot through her at the look on his face.  He appeared to be earnest in his appreciation of what she knew was her flawed figure. 

     For a moment she still questioned what the hell she was doing, but before she could give her doubts any merit, he released her wrists, backed her up against the breakfast counter and seized her lips in another mind numbing kiss. 

    This time the press of his lips was more urgent, demanding even.  He reached behind her to cup the full globes of her ass in his large hands, dragging her flush against his hard body.  A moan escaped her lips and she wrapped her hands behind his head to tangle in his hair.  

     Now she had her Rabbit and it did the job, but it had been a long time since a man had made love to her and her body was on fire.  Her pussy clenched and unclenched with tiny spasms as if begging for Matthew's dick.  
 
   She moaned again when Matthew dipped his head lower to capture a single nipple between his lips and tugged gently.  A fresh wave of moisture gushed from her pussy and she had to clench her thighs together to keep the juices from trickling down her legs.

     "Jesus, Lana you have beautiful tits."  He groaned against her breasts which he'd pushed together to flick his tongue across the large, dark nipples.  

     Her head fell back and she tightened her hands in his hair as he alternated between each breast to lavish attention on her sensitive nipples, with loud slurping noises.  Back and forth he tugged, sucked and stroked her nipples with his tongue until they were glistening wet.  

    When he nipped lightly at one tender peak, she nearly collapsed as a bolt of pleasure shot straight to her aching cunt.