that heâd gotten the upper hand?
Carmen drew in a deep breath as her body hummed with a satisfied sensation. A flush heated her cheeks when she remembered how he had kissed her into an orgasm; she was feeling completely sated. The chemistry between them was just as it had always been, explosive.
She leaned back against the rail and knew, even thoughthe sexual release had been just what she needed, she had to regroup her priorities and continue with her plans. Everyone was entitled to get off the track at least once, but the important thing was to get back on. And she was confident that after a good nightâs sleep, she would be back in control of her senses once again.
Seven
P ulling off his shirt, Matthew headed for the bathroom, needing a shower. A cold one. Just the thought that he had brought Carmen pleasure had nearly pushed him over the edge. While kissing her, he had been overtaken with a raw and urgent hunger. The sensation had been relentless, unyielding, and for him, nearly unbearable.
As soon as his lips had touched hers, the familiarity of being inside her mouth had driven him to deepen the kiss with a frenzy that had astounded him. And each time she had moaned his name, something deep inside him had stirred, threatening to make him lose all control.
It didnât take long after sheâd bailed out of their marriage to realize that she was the only woman for him. Any time he held her in his arms, kissed her, made love to her, heâd felt like a man on top of the world, a man who could achieve and succeed in just about anything. He had worked so damnhard to make her happy and in the end all of his hard work had only made her sad.
He stripped off his clothes, filled with a frustration he was becoming accustomed to and a need he was fighting to ignore. He stepped in the shower and the moment the cold water hit, shocking his body, he knew he was getting what he deserved for letting a golden opportunity go by. But no matter the torment his body was going through, he was determined to stick to his plan, and at the moment he was right on target.
His goal was to build up a need within her, force her to remember how things were between them, and how easily they could stroke each other into one hell of a feverish pitch. And then when she couldnât handle any more, when she was ready to take things to another level, instead of sweeping her off her feet and taking her to the nearest bed like she would expect, he would show her the door.
He stepped out of the shower and was toweling himself dry when he heard his cell phone ring. Wrapping the towel around his middle, he made his way over to the nightstand to pick it up. Caller ID indicated it was his manager, Ryan Manning. âYes, Ryan?â
âIt would have been nice if youâd given me a heads-up that you and Carmen were back together.â
Matthew frowned. âWeâre not back together.â
âThen how do you explain the photograph the Wagging Tongue plans to run of the two of you kissing? Luckily I have a contact over there who thought Iâd be interested in seeing it before it went to press. They plan to make it front page news that the two of you have reconciled your differences and are remarrying. The papers hit the stands tomorrow.â
Matthew rolled his eyes. The Wagging Tongue was oneof the worst tabloids around. âCarmen and I are divorced, nothing has changed.â
âThen what was that kiss about?â
âIt was just a kiss, Ryan, no big deal. People can read into it whatever they want.â
âAnd what about Candy?â
âWhat about her?â
âWhat will she think?â
Matthew drew in a deep breath and said, âCandy and I donât have that kind of relationship, you know that.â
âBut the public doesnât know that, and this article will make her look like a jilted lover.â
He had no desire to discuss Candy or their nonexistent bedroom activities. Ryan