She gets it.
She finally gets it. How excruciatingly I love her.
Christ.I can’t remember a single moment in my life that’s ever felt better than this.
I swipe the moisture from her cheeks with my thumb and kiss her. Hard. Like she might disappear if I don’t. Like a man who’s been holding back for twenty fucking years—just enough to keep his heart from getting broken. Like a man holding the woman he’s wanted since he was six years old.
Her fingers start to work the buttons of my shirt with impressive precision, our mouths colliding, frantic and messy.
My shirt’s gone three seconds later, along with her jacket.
I tug her closer, closer—until there’s no space left to think. I don’t need to. My body knows what to do.
I lift her and her legs lock around my waist. She pulls her sports bra over her head and tosses it aside, her bare tits pressed flush to my chest. I groan, adjust my grip and lift her higher. I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing lightly as I walk us toward the bed.
I lay her down and crawl over her, dragging us to the center. Her mouth is everywhere—my jaw, my throat, my chest—like she’s starving and needs this as much as I do.
Her hands roam across my skin, gripping, pulling, nails scraping lightly across my back.
“God, I love your body,” she breathes. “I’m so turned on.”
My jaw tightens, and it takes everything in me not to lose control and bury myself inside her right now.
My palm slides to her breast, kneading softly, thumb circling hernipple before rolling it between my fingers. She arches into me with a soft gasp.
I lean into her ear. “You like that, baby?”
“God, yes.”
I keep my mouth there, my voice low. “You are so fucking sexy.”
My hand drifts across the curves of her stomach, slow and deliberate, giving her time to feel it coming. When I reach her hip, I grip her inner thigh and ease it open, my fingers brushing the center of her.
She sucks in a breath.
My breath skims along her jaw as I make my way back to her needy fucking lips. She crashes her mouth to mine, hungry and desperate.
“Take your pants off,” I command.
“You take them off,” she counters, voice breathy. “Take control, Matt.”
I break the kiss, eyes locking on hers.
The corner of her mouth lifts before she whispers, “Do whatever you want to me, babe.” She brings both arms above her head, laying them flat against the bed, wrists crossing.
I know exactly what that means.
Fuck.
I didn’t think my dick could get harder.
It just did.
She hasn’t asked this of me in years.
I nip at her bottom lip. “You sure?” I ask, my voice rough, threaded tight with restraint.
She nods, eyes dark. “I’m sure.” She lifts her hips, pressing into me with intention. “Make me beg. Tease me until I can’t handle it anymore. Please.”
