“You’re so bossy.”
He snorts and nudges the grape toward me. “You haven’t seen anything yet, Trouble.”
I make sure to roll my eyes at him extra hard before bending down and taking the grape.
His eyes flash, the muscle in his jaw ticking.
He’s affected by this as much as I am.
Good.
Two can play this game.
I grab the grape before he can move, and extend it to him.
“Seriously?”
“It goes both ways.” I shrug.
I know better than to expect him to back down from the challenge. No, Matthew would never do that.
Before I can blink, he leans closer and grabs the grape, his teeth grazing over my finger before he pulls back. My heart is thundering wildly inside my chest, a soft pinch of pain radiating from my skin where he sunk his teeth in.
He, on the other hand, seems to be completely at ease as his tongue darts over his lip once he’s done chewing. “You were right; this is much better.”
“You bit me,” I hiss softly, my heartbeat still echoing in my eardrums.
“Nibbled.”
My gaze falls to my fingers before meeting his again. “Youbitme.”
He extends his hand, his finger brushing a few crumbs from the corner of my mouth.
“Wh-what?—”
I suck in a breath as his fingers slide down my neck and over my collarbone, playing with the thin strap of my top. He leans closer, his nose tracing the column of my neck as he inhales softly.
My stomach squeezes tightly at the proximity, the faint scent of his cologne—something dark and spicy—overwhelming my senses as he rubs his thumb over my neck, each swipe making my heart beat faster.
His lips brush against the shell of my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin as he whispers, “Trust me, if I bite you, everybody will know it.”
I close my eyes as a shudder goes through me at his words. The silent promise in them. I let out a shaky breath, blinking them open to find Matthew’s dark gaze fixed on me.
“See my mark on your skin.”
My fingers sink into the blanket as I try to regain some sense of composure, when my body is practically begging me to give in.
It’s been ages since my body felt this alive.
And Matthew? I bet he knows how to make a woman feel alive.
But we can’t do that.
It would blur the lines too much.
“We agreed.”
“To what?”
