“I fucking hate that guy.”
“You and me both, but I don’t want you to get reprimanded. Not because of me.”
That tic in his jaw is back. “I don’t care.”
No, he wouldn’t.
Matthew never cared about the consequences when he decided to help someone.
I link my fingers behind his neck. “I do.”
His throat bobs as he swallows hard, his eyes boring into mine. Holding me hostage. I can’t look away. I don’t want to.
“Trouble…”
There’s a warning note in his deep voice, but instead of pushing me away, his fingers dig into my hips harder.
I sink my fingers into his hair, running them through the messy locks at his nape. “I won’t let you destroy your life because of me.”
My nails scratch his skin by accident, making his eyes turn darker as a shudder rocks his body.
We’re close. So fucking close. His nose grazes against mine, our breaths mingling together.
The first brush of our lips is slow. A tentative exploration. A teasing touch.
But there is nothing gentle in the way he pulls me to him as he deepens the kiss.
Kissing Matthew Williams is utterly electrifying and all-consuming.
It’s like I’ve been struck by a bolt of lightning. Each swipe of his mouth over mine sends shockwaves through my body, awakening parts of me I didn’t know existed. It should be illegal for a man to kiss like this, to make you feel so much, so alive, but he does exactly that.
His callused fingers run over my body, leaving tingles in their wake as he bends me backward, his hand cupping my neck and tilting my head as he coaxes my lips open, and the only thing I can do is surrender.
My tongue meets his, a low whimper escaping me as he pulls back for a fraction of a second before slipping in deeper.
Nothing and nobody ever felt like this.
Not before him, and certainly not after.
It’s like he’s the ending and the beginning and everything in between.
But he’s not yours.
At this moment, he is.
And that’s all that matters.
We break the kiss, gasping for air. My fingers are gripping his shirt, holding on for dear life.
Matthew’s eyes are dark, but there is a different kind of hunger shining in them now.
His thumb skims over my bottom lip before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Let’s get out of here.”
His words send a rush of heat through my body, the silent promise in his eyes making my thighs clench.
Matthew takes my hand in his and starts pushing through the crowd. For the first time, I notice some curious glances shot our way, so our little interaction didn’t go unnoticed.
