I jerked hard, heart lurching into my throat, thighs clamping shut on reflex. Matty didn’t flinch, though. He just smiled, lazily, like the guy on the other side didn’t exist.
“Occupied,” he finally called back calmly, his thumb tracing idle circles on my hip.
The banging stopped, and I listened as footsteps shuffled away.
I stared up at him.Does he do this all the time?The thought slithered in, cold and cruel, leaving a sting that spread through my chest.Hook up in bathrooms…make girls scream on a stranger’s counter?
It was actually something I wouldn’t know about, because I’d never followed him to a party before, too scared to go.
A terrible, twisted part of me didn’t care.
This time it’s me.
I knew it was unhealthy, toxic,wrong, but I was still burning, still coming down from the high he’d given me, and logic felt a million miles away. All I could feel was the ache between my legs, the taste of him on my tongue…the way he was looking at me right now like I was the only girl in the world.
And right now, that was enough.
CHAPTER 14
MATTY
My cock was still throbbing, soaked inside my jeans, the wet spot warm and sticky against my thigh. I’d come in my fuckingpantslike a teenager, just from tasting her, from feeling her clench around my fingers and screaming my name. One lick of her sweet, dripping pussy, and I’d lost it, no warning, no control, just a crazy, blinding rush that hit me so hard I’d nearly blacked out.
And I was already hard again.
Fucking hell.
Ophelia was trembling in my arms, her skin flushed and glowing, those perfect lips of hers swollen from my mouth. Those copper eyes that had haunted me since the first time I saw her were glassy and dazed…mine. I’d done that. I’d put that look on her face. I’d made her come so hard she’d cried.
I wanted to fall to my knees and thank whatever god let this happen. I couldn’t believe that I’d ever been in a bad mood tonight. My dinner with my dad seemed like it had happened a thousand years before.
The knock on the door barely registered. Nothing mattered but her. I called out “occupied” without looking away, my thumbstill stroking her hip like I could brand the feel of her into my skin.
I searched her gorgeous face, my eyes tracing every flicker…her parted lips, the flush riding high on her cheeks, the way her lashes fluttered like she was still catching her breath.
What is she thinking?I wondered.Was that as life-changing for her as it was for me?
The taste of her still coated my tongue, sweet and addictive, like honey laced with something that made me feral…and I couldn’t stop myself. I slammed my lips against hers again, kissing her deeply, like I could crawl inside her mouth and live there. My hips rolled on instinct, pressing the hard, aching length of me against her bare thigh.
She gasped suddenly, her hands clutching my shoulders.
Ah, she must have felt it…the wet patch seeping through my jeans.
Her eyes snapped open, and she broke the kiss. She looked down and brushed her fingers against the soaked denim and barely held in a groan. Her gaze flew back to my face, shock widening those copper eyes. “What—” she gasped.
I grinned shamelessly. “Yeah. You did that, pretty baby.”
Her lips parted, another stunned little sound escaping.
“I came in my pants the second I tasted you,” I rasped, leaning in to nip at her bottom lip. “One lick, and I fucking lost it. And I’m already ready to go again…”
Her blush flared, but pride flickered in her eyes. I kissed her again, harder, making sure it was engraved in her head how attracted I was to her.
I wanted her to feel good about herself when it came to me.
Sheownedme.
I broke the kiss, only to drag my mouth down her throat and scrape my teeth against her pulse, sucking a mark that wouldbloom purple by morning and hopefully show anyone who looked that she also belonged to someone.
