I swallow the words I so desperately want to say and roll us back over, pinning her hands above her head. If I can’t tell her how much I love her, I’m going to show her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
ELLIE
Matt’s bodyhovers over mine with enough weight that I feel every delicious inch of him. His hands are gripping mine tightly above my head and his mouth is trailing lazy kisses around the sweet spot under my ear. He drags his mouth so close to my lips that I part them for him, but the kiss I’m craving never comes.
I open my eyes and find him gazing at me with an unreadable expression. I want to touch his face, but his hands are still squeezing mine.
“You’re so beautiful.”
There’s something about the way he says it that makes my heart rate pick up.
“Every time I look at you, I find something else to obsess over.” Matt touches his nose to my cheek and then presses a soft kiss there. “I love these freckles.” A kiss to both of my eyelids. “Your honey eyes.” He makes his way over to my earlobe, his teeth nipping the edge. “These cute, biteable ears.”
Matt lets go of my hands and sits back, grabbing the hem of my sweater and gently tugging it. I prop myself up so he can pull it off and then lie back down as he sets it aside. He takes off his own sweater in that hot-as-fuck guy way, pulling it from behindhis shoulders over his head, tossing it somewhere behind us. He resumes lying over me, his face now just above my collarbone.
He kisses my scar three times, each at a slightly different spot. “Hearing you talk about what could have happened if that glass hit somewhere else made me love this too.”
I swallow and bring one of my hands to the side of his head, gently caressing the hair cut shorter there.
Matt slides down and blows out a breath as he stares at my bra. It’s a simple bandeau style, the material thin and soft. He drags his nose across one nipple and then makes his way over to the other to do this same. They tighten and pucker through the fabric, the light touch sending zings of pleasure down low. “You know how I feel about these.”
He continues his path down my body, stopping to kiss my belly button and the soft swell of my stomach underneath. I support myself with my arms so I can admire the view.
He drops his forehead heavily on my stomach, breathing in through his nose. The sensation of his exhale on my skin sends goose bumps across my body. Matt looks up and gives me a lazy smile. His eyes are heavy-lidded. “Ilovethat.” He traces the pebbled flesh until they disappear.
Matt pops the button on my jeans and drags the zipper down, sitting up to peel them off my legs. I lift my hips to make it easier. He looks from my simple underwear to my face. I think he’s asking permission. Why that sends my heart racing even more, I couldn’t tell you. I give him a jerky nod and watch as he slowly hooks his fingers in the waistband and slides them down, careful to unhook them from around my feet. He sets them with my discarded sweater and pants. Following suit, he gets up and removes his own jeans and briefs and leaves them on the floor.
Matt picks up my foot and drags his nose along the instep. “I love your tiny feet and watching you in those ridiculous boots I always worry you’ll trip in.”
He kisses a random freckle on my ankle and then works his way back onto the bed and up my legs, stopping at my thigh.
“I love when your legs shake after we have sex.” He nips the skin there and then moves higher, stopping and settling in with his hands holding me just above my hips.
I don’t think I could look away from him if I tried. My heart beats painfully against my chest as I watch him dip his head. I feel his tongue slide up my center followed by a slight rumble as he groans.
“I fucking love the way you taste.”
I know I’m dripping wet at this point, so caught up in his kisses and words I can’t think straight. Matt and I have had a lot of sex, but there’s something so different about this time. I’m afraid to put a name to it.
What Matt is doing feels borderline religious. He’sworshipingme. And while my mind is in shambles trying to make sense of it, my body is humming with his thorough attention.
Matt swirls his tongue around my clit, flicking it and then dipping back down, nudging my legs farther apart for better access. Warmth spreads through me like a shot of liquor.
His hands leave my waist and grip under my pliant legs to move them over his shoulders. Satisfied with our new position, he lightly blows on my sensitive flesh before repeating the same motion as before. A swirl around my clit, a flick, followed by a lick down and back up my center.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Fuck.
That warmth turns into fire, my body melting into him. I can barely hold myself up. Large hands move back to my waist and slip up along my ribcage until his thumbs touch the undersideof my bra. They skim under the edge and it’s like my mind goes blank. I finally drop my head back to the bed, unable to keep myself propped up any longer.
Those skilled fingers push my bra up and tweak my nipples, sending another jolt of arousal right to where his tongue is still working. Matt trails one hand down, dragging his fingers over me until it disappears. Then I feel one slide into me just under where his tongue works. He adds a second finger andoh shit. I’m going to come.
