She shook her head mutely, lifting her hand to touch his face again.
Edward slid one arm around her hips, lifting her, pressing her against him. “Venus,” he whispered against her mouth, and then he began to move, a rocking, rhythmic motion, driving himself into her, withdrawing, driving in again.
Mattie’s body responded instinctively, lifting to meet him. Pleasure clenched inside her. She moaned against his mouth.
Time blurred. She lost all sense of who she was. She was primitive, animal, spiraling towards a cascade again, splintering into pleasure, bucking against him . . .
Edward withdrew abruptly, thrusting himself away from her, turning his back to her. His large body shuddered convulsively. She heard him groan, a sound like pain.
Mattie’s brain belatedly began working again. He’d
