Passion & Pleasure. Julia James
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move before he realised it.
Getting hurriedly to her feet, she said awkwardly, ‘Do you need help getting up?’
‘Do I look as if I do?’ Matt pushed himself into a sitting position and seemed to be assessing his injuries. ‘Yeah, why not?’
He held out his hand towards her and Fliss had no choice than to take it. His fingers were long and hard, his palm slightly callused—possibly the result of his incarceration. She’d read somewhere that he’d been kept in a cell barely big enough to lie down in, and she doubted he’d slept in a bed. God knew how he had kept himself sane, let alone anything else.
His hand fairly engulfed hers and she hoped he wouldn’t notice how damp her skin was. Well, she had been using a wet cloth, she assured herself, hoping he’d put her sweating palm down to her exertions. But, looking into his knowing eyes, she rather doubted it.
She heaved then, stepping back as she did so, and with very little effort, it seemed, Matt came to his feet. He grunted, which might have been in protest, and clutched her other arm as he gained his balance.
‘Thanks,’ he said, his warm breath invading her mouth and nostrils, making what should have been a casual act of kindness into something personal and intimate. ‘Are you OK?’
‘Me?’ The word was hardly more than a squeak and she struggled to recover her voice. ‘Yes,’ she said, intensely aware of his hand gripping her bare forearm. ‘You—er—you cushioned my fall.’
‘Oh, right.’ Humour lurked at the corners of his mouth, but for some reason he didn’t immediately let go of her. ‘I knew it was only a matter of time before somebody used me as a doormat.’
‘I didn’t—’ she began and then broke off abruptly, pressing her lips together when she saw the glint in his eyes. ‘I suppose you’re teasing me again? It must be so satisfying to have such an easy target.’
‘Sorry.’ His humour disappeared and he looked down at his hand circling her arm. Was he comparing the darkness of his flesh to the paleness of hers? she wondered tensely, and then felt an unwarranted tremor in her knees when he added softly, ‘I didn’t mean to offend you.’
Fliss didn’t know how to answer him. She was afraid her amateur efforts to defend herself had summoned an entirely too-serious response. Unless he was joking with her again. How was she supposed to know? How did women know these things? She wished she knew.
His bent head drew her unwilling gaze. He kept his hair very short, but that didn’t hide how thick and springy it was, and she wondered how it would feel to run her hands over his scalp. Her fingers itched to touch him, to take advantage of this sudden, unexpected intimacy. How would he react if she behaved in a totally uncharacteristic way?
She wasn’t going to find out. Not in this lifetime. She simply didn’t have the courage and, besides, he would probably think she was mad. He already had a girlfriend, one far more versed in the arts of seduction than she’d ever be. Goodness, did she want to lose this job before she’d even had her first pay packet?
That didn’t stop her from noticing that from this angle she could see the streaks of grey among the dark strands. Another consequence of his imprisonment, she presumed. He must have been scared at times. No matter how brave a person was, he had to have wondered if they were going to kill him. How old had they said he was in the article she’d read? Thirty-two or thirty-three? He looked older.
It was then that he lifted his head and found her looking at him. Their eyes connected, and it was like that moment in his bedroom all over again. His eyes were the same, heavy-lidded and intent, but also sensual. Her pulse quickened automatically, and she realised she should have moved away before he became aware of her interest.
She tried to do so now, but for some reason he held on, his fingers tightening about her arm. ‘You’re not afraid of me, are you?’ he asked, as if the reaction she was exhibiting were panic. ‘I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding me all week. What has your father been telling you about me?’
‘Nothing.’ In all honesty, her father had been more interested in what she could tell him. ‘I haven’t been discussing you with him. I do have other things in my life.’
‘Of course you do.’ Matt pulled a wry face. ‘So, when can I expect to see this article he’s writing about me?’
Fliss gasped. ‘He’s not writing an article about you,’ she protested, hoping that was true. ‘You really are paranoid, aren’t you? Do you think the world revolves around you?’
Matt’s mouth tightened. ‘I’ve had that impression,’ he muttered.
‘Well, not from me,’ said Fliss staunchly, levering his fingers from her arm and stepping back. She took a deep breath. ‘Now, did you want something? If not, I’ve got to finish these cupboards.’
Matt stared at her for another long moment and then shook his head, as if by doing so he could clear his mind of what he’d been thinking. ‘Oh, yeah,’ he said, raking fingers across his scalp as she’d fantasised about doing only moments before. He sighed. ‘I came to ask you if you’d prefer to be paid by the week or the month.’ He paused. ‘It’s your call.’
Fliss felt a slightly hysterical desire to laugh. His words had certainly put things in perspective. ‘Am I going to be here long enough to find out?’ she asked, before she could stop herself, and Matt’s mouth twisted.
‘Well, I want you to stay,’ he said, and once again she had to struggle with the desire to ask him why.
‘That’s good,’ she said instead. ‘I—well, I had wondered.’
‘Why would you do that?’
He seemed genuinely puzzled, and to add to her confusion he reached out and tucked one errant strand of fiery hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed her skin, and Fliss felt the heat explode beneath them. He had no idea what he was doing to her, she thought, and that brought her briefly to her senses.
‘I—because of what you said about my father,’ she stammered a little breathily, trying desperately to remember who he was and why she was here. ‘You weren’t exactly pleased to discover he worked for the local paper.’
‘Ah.’ Matt nodded, as if that explained everything. But instead of withdrawing his hand, he allowed his knuckles to trail along the curve of her jawline. ‘You shouldn’t take what I say so literally.’ His thumb brushed her mouth, and then returned to abrade her parted lips. ‘You’re very trusting, aren’t you, Fliss? You make me wish I were not such a burned-out husk.’
‘You’re not burned out,’ she responded at once, and almost involuntarily her hand came up to cover his. She told herself later that she’d intended to push his fingers away, but when his thumb probed inside her mouth, all the strength drained out of her legs.
For that moment in time, she couldn’t think of anything or anyone but him. The rights and wrongs of what she was doing didn’t even come into it. And as if he had been startled by her unexpected action, Matt’s eyes darkened, and with a muffled sound he bent towards her and replaced his fingers with his mouth.
It was just a fleeting kiss, but its effect was electric. Her lips parted instinctively, and she felt the sensuous touch of his tongue. Need, hot and totally inappropriate, invaded her system, causing her to step half-involuntarily towards him. The blood was pounding through her veins, consuming her with her own body’s needs, and even the distant clang of warning bells couldn’t halt the urge she had to deepen the kiss.
With goose-pimples dancing along her skin, she had no thought for Diane or anyone else. There was liquid fire in her belly and a yielding ache between her legs and for the first time in her life she understood how irresistible sexual desire could be. She’d had a taste now and she wanted more, and she uttered a little moan of protest when he abruptly gripped her upper arms and put some space between them.
‘This is not a good idea,’ he said thickly, and Fliss stared up into his