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Matthew was vulnerable and shy at his core. It was clear he had needs no one had ever met. Maybe because he refused to voice them or because voicing them in the past had gotten him hurt.
He wanted to trust but had been broken, which made the moments of trust he’d given me seem like a big fucking gift. He was also hypersensitive to the world around him, his silence the product of him trying to shut out most of it.
These glimpses I’d stolen made me ravenous for more. Made me churn with impatient anger because I didn’t want just the small glimpses I’d gotten accidently. I wanted everything. All of him. Anything less would never be enough.
That softness in him called to the slumbering dominance in me, turning what I thought was docile into something potent and aggressive. I didn’t just need to protect him; the most basic part of me demanded it. Something so essential I found it braided in my DNA.
Laying a palm against my chest, he pushed. “We should go.”
Caught off guard by the intensity of my feelings, I dropped my arm, and he scurried down the row to his open locker where he jammed his feet into a pair of Nikes and grabbed the discarded hoodie lying across the bench.
“It’s just a few questions, right?” he asked. “Are they going to separate us like last time? Is your lawyer going to be present for us both?” As he spoke, he reached into the locker for his phone to slip it into the pocket of the dark-colored joggers he wore.
Moving to his side, I leaned a shoulder against the locker next to his, crossing my arms over my chest. “Niles will be there the whole time, okay? And I won’t let them separate us this time.”
“It’s not like you have a say,” he retorted, reaching for the metal door.
Straightening, I grabbed his arm, drawing him around to face me completely. “You’re not going to be alone in there. Even if, for some reason, we get separated, I’ll make sure Niles stays with you.”
Confusion muddied his features. “But he’s your lawyer.”
“And having him take care of what’s mine is his job.”
Instead of answering, his hand shot out to snatch the familiar AirPod case out of his locker before pushing the door around. I caught it before it could latch.
Matthew looked at me, confused. “We’re going to be late.”
Nudging the door back open, I reached to the top shelf where a white and black tube of ChapStick stood next a stick of deodorant and a brush.
I pulled it down and uncapped it, then crooked a finger for him to come closer. He was wary, staring at me like I had grown a second head.
Instead of making him come to me, I went to him, lifting the small tube to his luscious mouth. “You need to take care of these lips,” I told him, applying it to the meat of his bottom lip and then gliding to the top. His lips parted automatically, letting me finish the job, even if his eyes were wide with astonishment.
I took a little longer than needed, applied a little extra than necessary, but fuck me, the electricity that crackled around us from this simple act was addictive.
“Keep them soft for me, princess. I won’t be able to get enough.”
I felt the exhale of his breath as I pulled the stick away, my eyes not once leaving his as I replaced the cap. The slight sheen on his mouth coupled with the haziness of his gaze made me want to have him all over again.
Holding his stare, I whispered, “Should I borrow some, princess? Do you like soft lips too?”
His lips pressed together, but he took the ChapStick from my fingers and held it out for me to use. I took it and chucked it back into the locker. The sound of it knocking against the inside of the box echoed in the empty room.
He made a face and glanced to where I’d thrown it. “I thought you wanted to use it.”
I cupped the back of his head, flexing my fingers deeper into his silky hair. “I do,” I murmured, stepping so close the toes of our shoes bumped.
His swallow was audible, as was the intake of his breath. Still holding his head, I pressed us together, kissing him fully on the mouth. His lips turned lax, giving in to mine before reaching out to deepen the kiss. I kissed him longer than I intended, but in my defense, there was just no getting enough of Matthew.
After a thorough taste, I drew my tongue back, gentling the kiss. Our lips rubbed shamelessly before I pulled back completely, pressing my lips together to smear the ChapStick over my skin.
“Thanks for sharing, baby.”
He made a sound, rolling his mouth in on itself. As he stared, I latched the locker and turned. “Come on. Time to go.”
“I’m not yours.” He threw the words at my back.
Tucking my hands into my chinos, I angled to look at him. “That so?”
