I don’t even try to resist it as she pulls me down, her lips pressing against mine.
A low groan escapes my chest as she kisses me softly, my arm tightening around her and pulling her closer. But that’s the only thing I allow myself to do. Hold her. I let her be the one to dictate the pace, to take what she needs in order to feel safe. Every muscle in my body grows taut with restraint as I fight the need to take.
To take her and everything she offers.
To make her forget about everything and everybody else.
Jessica breaks the kiss, those molten eyes blinking open and staring into mine with need.
Undoing.
She’s my fucking undoing.
The only one who could ever bring me to my knees.
“Matthew—”
A buzzing phone somewhere snaps us out of our little bubble.
Cursing, I gently move her to the side and slip out of the bed. My back is turned to her, and I go in search of the annoying device. I find mine first, but the screen is dark. Then I spot Jessica’s bag, pick it up, and fish out her phone. Mae’s picture mocks me from the screen.
“It’s Mae.” I hand her the phone.
“Matthew…”
I shake my head. “Answer her. I’m going to take a shower.”
A cold one.
Averycold one.
CHAPTER THIRTY
JESSICA
“What the hell just happened?”
I graze my teeth over my lip, my gaze still locked on the door Matthew just ran out of, as if the room is on fire.
It feels like that too.
My skin is burning where he touched me.
I can still feel his lips pressed against mine. Still feel his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer. Still feel his mouth swiping over mine as he kissed me back.
But his body was tense.
Did he not want this? Why did he kiss me, then? Did he feel sorry for me? Was that it?
All the different thoughts swirling in my head make me forget the reason for the interruption in the first place until my phone starts buzzing again.
Shit. Mae.
I grab my phone and press the answer button as I bring it to my ear.
“Fucking finally!” Mae hisses before I can even open my mouth. “What the hell, Jessy?”
“Sorry, I spaced out.” I guess that’s one way of putting it. Groaning, I let myself collapse onto the mattress and cover my burning face with my arm. “What’s wrong?”
