Read Be Your Everything [All for Love] (BookStrand Publishing Romance) for Free Online

Matthew was in town. It all started the first day they met, when he asked her to dinner. After that they tended to spend entire evenings together, mostly at her place. Seventeen dates, not that she counted. They kept it private. Matthew raised the concern of her boss’s reaction to his secretary dating a rep from the head office, and Heather recognized privacy was in her best interest.
    Heather knew the relationship had to come to an end at some point. Matthew would return to head office for good, and they hadn’t talked about what that would mean. But she knew. This was a short-term romance. Matthew would leave because there was really nothing for him here, at least nothing to keep him here in the future, once his work was complete. She would take what she could get in the interim, live each time with Matthew to the fullest. And she wanted Matthew, wanted to be with him in every regard before he left. She’d worry later about how that made her look and what she’d feel when he was gone.
    “Then let’s take this to your bedroom.”
    Okay then. Her arousal simmered, breasts aching for his touch, her apex wet and wanting. She willingly accompanied Matthew to her bedroom, the new sheets and comforter adorning her bed. If planning ahead for this night made her wanton, too bad. Heather Graham was going to enjoy every minute with Matthew Bourke.
    She shivered under his touch as he quickly removed her dress, his hand casually tossing the garment in the general direction of the bench at the foot of her bed, never taking his eyes from her. He was clearly pleased with her underwear, tracing the lace with a long forefinger. She set her teeth to contain the whimper his touch elicited.
    “You’re beautiful.” His voice was sincere and full of admiration.
    Reaching out to the buttons on his shirt, somehow her trembling fingers managed to push each round piece of plastic through its corresponding hole until the fabric separated into two halves to reveal a nicely muscled chest, perfectly accented with silky chest hair, a lighter trail lovingly following the ridge of his belly to disappear behind his belt. She felt faint. She wanted to set her lips right there, right above his belt buckle and follow that trail. Lord. She allowed her fingers to drift across Matthew’s skin and he hissed at her touch.
    “Trying for control here, Heather.” He cupped her left breast through the silk of her bra, gently plucking the nipple, that tender nub budding harder at his touch. He paid the same attention to her other breast, then popped the front closure on the bra to allow her swelling mounds to fall free. As far as small breasts could fall.
    All self-deprecation ceased at the heated look on his face, followed by the way his hands closed over her, reverently lifting and molding her tender flesh. He stepped into her, his weight pressing her down onto the mattress. His mouth descended, suckling at her breasts, tugging at her nipples, and Heather let the whimpers escape. It felt freaking amazing. Sparkles of sensation drew her skin up in goose bumps. She worked her fingers through his hair, holding him to her, arching into the contact. More.
    After an eternity of delight worshipping at her breasts, Matthew kissed his way down her body, easing his weight off the bed to kneel. Hot breath drifted over her thighs and she arched to him, involuntarily. He placed a soft kiss on her mound before standing, looming large and tall above her, and Heather revelled in the dichotomy, the difference in their size. Feminine, masculine. She ached for him.
    “I can’t wait any longer, honey.” Matthew dispensed with his pants, shoving his boxers down with them, his belt jingling against his determined efforts. His shaft sprang up toward his belly, thick and hard. For her. Heather’s hand lifted in a silent plea.
    “No, honey. Or I won’t get inside you before I lose my mind.”
    Well, okay then. She squirmed up toward the headboard, her hair pulling from its