Holy shit.
He pulls back just enough to make me feel the loss, his thumbs circling the sensitive spot inside my thighs, teasing.
God.He’s so damn good at this.
He licks again, firmer this time, flicking over my clit in quick, precise strokes that make my hips jerk.
One thumb digs into my thigh while his index finger slides back between my cheeks, intensifying everything: the ache, the pulse, the frantic need for more pressure.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
Matthew Grayson is about to wreck me.
He presses a kiss to my pubic bone. Then another. And another—everywhere except where I’m craving him. Just when I’m about to lose my mind, he slides a finger inside me, deep, curling just right.
My hips snap upward. “Fuck,” I cry out.
He stills. “I can’t hear you, baby.”
Then he adds a second finger.
“God, Matt,” I say louder, my voice breaking on his name.
He loves that—stroking his fucking ego.
His tongue finds my clit again, flicking relentlessly. Slow at first, then faster. His fingers plunge deeper, twisting, curling, until I’m writhing on the bed, gasping and slick with sweat.
Begging.
The pressure builds, tightening and coiling low in my core, pulling everything inward.
“Oh. God!”
It shoots through me in one hot, blinding rush that sparks in every direction. My thighs clamp around his head as my orgasm rips through my body, intense and overwhelming. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and I gasp for air as I ride out the high.
Warmth kisses my skin as his mouth moves up my body. My heart pounds. Breath short. Everything is hazy. A blur.
The tie slips up and over my forehead. I blink, eyes adjusting to the dim light spilling in from the hallway.
That face. That smirk. That look.
I lose it.
I grab him and crush my mouth against his. There’s no holding back. It’s wild and hungry, and I lose myself completely in his kiss. In his arms. In him.
It feels so damn good.
Letting go.
Falling.
Not caring.
Because as long as I’m falling with Matt, I know I’ll be okay.
He’ll catch me—or we’ll crash together.
The weight of his body grounds me as our kiss grows hotter, all tongues and teeth and everything we’ve been holding back for over three goddamn years. Wasted time, breakups, all my stupid fears collapsing into something raw and real.
