And just like that, his hands are gone.
He leans forward, bare chest pressing into my back, his hard-on digging into me.
“That’s enough, babe.” His voice is rough, strained.
Then he sits up, gives my ass a light tap, and says, “Let’s get to bed,” like nothing ever happened.
I push up on my elbows and glare back at him. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
He swallows, jaw tightening, the muscles in his neck flexing.
“I know where your lines are, Jordan. Doesn’t mean I can’t stand close to them.” He lifts off me and stands, adjusting himself right in front of me without a shred of shame. “At least now you can stop pretending that you don’t want more.”
He smirks.
The bastard smirks. Like he knew what he was doing all along.
“It’s getting old,” he adds, before heading straight into the bathroom.
The shower turns on a moment later.
And I know exactly what he’s doing in there.
Chapter Thirty-Five
JORDAN
It’s beenfour days since we arrived in Zermatt.
Four days since Matt gave me that massage.
Four days of pretending like it never happened.
Meanwhile, I’ve been slowly unraveling like a loose thread on my favorite sweater.
I’m going insane. Losing all sense of logic. Thinking of ways to torment him while pretending I’m in control. Changing in front of him. Bending over when I know he’s watching. Wearing my pajamas like I’m not painfully aware of what they do to him.
It’s been a slow journey to hell. And I’m enjoying every torturous second of it.
Flirting with Matt has always been my favorite thing. Only it used to always end the same way. Clothes on the floor. Tension worked out in the only way that ever satisfied us both.
This isn’t like that at all. This has built and built until there’s no other option but to reach for my vibrator the second he’s out of the room.
We have a suite, but it’s just one bedroom with two full beds side by side, a large bathroom, decent sized closet, and a living room.
We were together all weekend, and it only took a few minutes onSaturday morning at breakfast to get past the awkwardness of the night before. Matt was just himself. Confident. Flirty. Unapologetic.
And I did what I did best.
I pretended I was fine.
Like it didn’t touch me.
Like I didn’t fall asleep staring at him, thinking about everything I wanted him to do to me.
We shopped, ate, hiked. Zermatt’s been everything I’ve needed, an escape from my family, a break from reality.
I pull the dress I bought for the benefit from the closet, and a slow smile curves my mouth. Matt’s going to lose his fucking mind.
