“Yeah?”
“Ever since I walked in on you with that toy inside yourself. Jesus.” He touches his forehead to mine, panting. The muscles in his arms quiver, veins popping out as he holds me upright and keeps stroking between my legs. “I thought,” he dips his head and sucks a kiss on my neck, “I thought it would get better with time, but it’s just getting worse. Every day, it’s getting worse. I can barely think when I’m near you.” He puts his mouth by my ear, tickling my oversensitive skin, and slides a finger into me. I cry out and dig my fingernails into his scalp, making him growl. “My body doesn’t even feel right without yours anymore.”
I don’t know what to say, so I just kiss him again, sloppily, my chest hitching every other breath. He curls his finger inside me. I’m getting desperate now. I keep rubbing against him, slamming my pelvis against the heel of his hand. Sweat wets the back of my hair. The insides of my thighs are hot and sticky. Oh, God, I need to come so bad. I can feel it starting to happen as I begin to shake around him.
He kisses me back, groaning into my open mouth. “Gonna come?”
I nod, and he groans again, hiking me up higher against the wall, pressing his hot, muscled body completely against me. He crooks his finger as he thrusts it inside me, and I tip over the edge. All my nerves electrify, and I jolt in his arms, crying out. It washes over me, this burning wave of heat that swallows me up and crashes over my head. I gasp like I’m drowning. He holds me up against him, strong arms around me. His thumb keeps rubbing roughly against my hood, and I shudder from the overstimulation as I gasp back to reality. He apparently likes that a lot; he adds a second finger and just keeps going, ignoring me when I grab at his arm. “Matt!”
“Briar!” He mocks.
I fight the urge to kick him. “Enough. Put me down.”
He presses his hot cheek to mine. “We’re not done.”
I take a shuddery breath as he keeps massaging my G-spot. Tingles fizzle deep inside me. “B-but I came.”
“One more,” he breathes, hot air touching my ear. “I need one more.”
“I...” I don’t think I can do it. He flutters his fingers inside of me, sending stars bursting behind my eyes. I arch, rubbing against his chest. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Many have tried.Come,Briar.”
Before I even know what’s happening, my body spasms again, clenching around him, and I just keep coming, gasping, shaking against him all over again. I hide my face in his shoulder, tears shocking into my eyes as he adds a third finger and plunges in deep, wringing the pleasure right out of me.
Eventually, the contractions subside, and all my muscles go soft and weak. I turn my face to meet his, still panting, and he kisses the side of my open mouth.
“Good girl,” he roughs out.
Rage suddenly flares up in me. “What theHell did you just call me—”
He grasps my shoulders and shoves me onto the bed. I fall back onto the soft quilt, and he climbs on top of me, unbuckling his belt and shucking off his dress pants. I can feel the heavy weight of his erection pressing into my belly as he grabs the hem of my shirt and tugs it off over my head. He sits back on his haunches for a second, devouring the sight of my naked breasts spilling across my chest.
“I called you a good girl,” he says quietly, then dips his head and licks a line down my cleavage.
“I’m not,” I gasp, running my hand over the hard bulge in his boxers, “a damn,” I grab the waistband, slipping my fingertips under the elastic, “dog.”
I yank his underwear down. He’s hard and thick and flushed, even bigger than I imagined. I reach forward and run my fingers down his length, feeling the velvety texture of his skin. When I rub my thumb under the head, he twitches, jumping in my hand. Matt growls, pushing my hand away and pinning it to the bed. When I reach for him with my other hand, he pins that one down too, leaning forward so his naked chest is pressed up against mine.
“No, princess,” he rasps, nudging his nose against mine. “You’re a very sweet,goodgirl.”
I bite his cheek, and he throws his head back and laughs, his white teeth gleaming. It might be the first time I’ve seen him genuinely laugh. It’s mesmerising. His whole face lights up, like he’s full of neon. I can barely look away.
“Do you have something,” I choke out.
He drops to his knees and pulls his black suitcase out from under the bed, rooting around inside. I melt in relief as he pulls out a little foil square. ThankGod.
“You carry that around with you?” I try to look unimpressed and not relieved. “Pretty desperate.”
He rolls the condom on. “I’m big on protection.”
I snort, then yelp as he picks me up again and carries me across the room.
“What do you have against beds, you madman?”
He presses a kiss to my lips, then slams me up against the floor-to-ceiling window. I gasp as the freezing cold glass presses against my overheated skin.
“You said you preferred the view,” he points out, sucking the side of my throat.
