Olivia: Psych! This was a set-up. Enjoy your dinner, Rosie.
Olivia: And if you decide you want me to kick his ass, I will.
Stunned, Rosie set her phone back down. Her heart fluttered with a sliver of hope that Matt had changed his mind. But she couldn’t make ittooeasy on him.
When she turned, he was leaning in the bedroom doorway. “Why are you here, Matt? What’s going on?”
“I’m here because I wanted to say I’m sorry that I broke up with you. I was scared my condition would hold you back, so I tried to take the decision from you and I’m truly, truly sorry. I never should have pushed you away. I … I made you dinner. And if you don’t want me to stay, you can just text Olivia and the girls will come over to help you eat it.”
Rosie swallowed. He’d cooked for her? They’d made meals together, but this was the first time he’d cooked for her. She’d been silent too long. He put the containers on the bookshelf next to him.
“I’ll just leave, then. I … I hope you find someone who’s not stupid enough toeverlet you go.” He turned for the door.
“Matt, wait!” She raced forward and grabbed his hand as he reached for the doorknob. “I’d love to have dinner with you.”
He turned to face her, and his eyes swam with emotions.
“I meant what I said that day. I love you. I never stopped.” She sniffed as a single tear slid down her cheek. “Even if you hurt me.”
Matt sank to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her stomach. “Can you ever forgive me?”
She hugged him back, bent over, with her hands around his shoulders. “Yes, love.” He squeezed tighter, then rose and cupped her face in both hands.
“I never stopped loving you either. I’ll never do that again. I swear.”
She pressed her hands over his. “Kiss me.”
His lips crashed down on hers, feasting as he devoured her mouth. Her hands flowed down his arms to grasp at his shoulders. Gasping, they came up for air.
“We can reheat dinner, right?” She looked up at him in a daze. Rosie was ready to find out what Nadia found so appealing about make-up sex.
“Absolutely.” Matt’s hands slid down to grab her ass and lifted her into his arms, where she wrapped her legs around his hips. Their lips smashed together once more as he carried her back into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed.
As their hands frantically ripped clothes off each other, Matt swore. “Next time we’ll go slow. I need you too much.”
Rosie moaned in response while his hands and tongue worshiped her curves. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Threading her fingers in his hair, she pulled him back up her body and kissed him again. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him and flipped him onto his back.
He’d died and gone to heaven. Matt was on his back with his naked angel back in his arms and her tongue down his throat. She’d never been so aggressive in the bedroom before, and he liked it. Then, Rosie sat up and ripped open a foil packet with her teeth. Damn, and he hadn’t thought he could get any harder. She deftly rolled the condom down his cock and lined him up with her entrance, and then slid down, enveloping him in her wet heat with a cry of “Yes!”
Her ass filled his hands as she rode him, throwing her head back. Those juicy tits bounced just out of reach, their rosy nipples teasing and tantalizing him. Matt slowly sat up just enough to suck one into his mouth, causing Rosie to cry out and fall forward. Flat on his back once more, Matt sucked and licked and nipped her breasts as they tried to smother him. Her hips moved faster, driving him closer and closer to his climax. When she started to make those noises that indicated she was getting close, he slammed his hips upward and drove her right over the edge. He thrust right through her orgasm as her pussy choked the life out of his dick and milked him dry.
As their breathing slowed, he gripped the condom and slipped out of her. She slid off him with a contented sigh and snuggled into his side. He threw the condom into the trashcan next to the bed and held her close. Part of him couldn’t believe he’d been given a second chance.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“For what?” She answered sleepily.
“Forgiving me and giving me another shot.”
She rose up on one elbow and ran her fingers through his beard. “Next time you’re having doubts, talk to me, okay? I know what I’m signing up for better than anyone.”
He smiled and kissed her in agreement. Then he heard her stomach growl, and Rosie blushed fiercely from her breasts to her hairline. She was so adorable.
“You want dinner? I made meatballs.”
Her eyes widened. “Your mom’s recipe?”
He nodded, then laughed as she jumped out of bed and threw her clothes on.
