“You’re sure?” Reese whispered. Worried lines littered her forehead.
She trailed her fingertips up and down the side of her thigh. “Yes, please.”
The air in Matty’s lungs froze like ice until Reese was finally settled on her lap. The warmth and weight of her was welcoming, like a weighted blanket draped over Matty’s lap. She finally let out a moan as she reached to cup her hands behind Reese’s head, pulling her lips to her own.
Reese allowed Matty to move her, but she kept a little distance between them. Matty could feel the hesitation even in the kiss. Reese was still nervous. Matty ached to change that. She didn’t want her to feel self-conscious.
She tugged Reese’s bottom lip in between her teeth, kneading it slowly. Reese let out the smallest of moans as she wrapped her arms around her neck, letting the distance close. The soft press of her breasts against Matty’s own had her pushing back against her. Slowly, Reese melted against her body like warm caramel. Her legs widened, her ass arched, her arms relaxed as she dragged her nails over Matty’s scalp and down her neck. It sent a shiver through her.
“Okay, maybe this was a good idea,” Reese whispered against the heated skin of her jaw as she left a trail of kisses to her earlobe.
Matty groaned loudly when Reese sucked it into her mouth. She couldn’t stop her hips from pressing into Reese. The ache between her legs was throbbing to the point it was becoming uncomfortable. The sensations were so magnified. She couldn’t remember being intimate without being on something, even if it was just weed. Everything felt so much more stimulating. Almost overwhelming at times.
“Do you like that?” Reese asked with the roll of her hips. She had regained her confidence, and Matty was thoroughly enjoying it.
She nodded as her hand roamed to the hem of the dress, her fingertips edging under. They hadn’t entered under-the-clothes territory yet, but it was like a siren’s song, calling her to stroke the flesh beneath. The skin was warm and soft, and her hand was soon fully under.
Reese went still, her lips stilling on Matty’s neck.
Panic set off inside Matty. She should have waited. She rushed to apologize. “I’m sorry. I should have asked permission first.”
Reese pulled back, her eyes studying Matty’s face, searching for something.
Matty’s skin prickled under the gaze.
“Do you want to go to your room?” Reese asked with a tilt of her head.
Matty blinked a few times as her brain processed the question. Did going to her bedroom mean what she thought it did?
“We don’t have to if you’re not ready. I just—”
“I’m ready. I mean, I am if you are. We’re in this together, right?”
Chapter twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-three
Reese’s heart swelled at the words and the soft touch of Matty’s lips when she pulled her into a reassuring kiss. Matty was everything she’d never experienced before, though some of that was her own doing by keeping her guard up. She wasn’t doing that this time. Or at least, she was trying not to. Matty made it so easy, and she wanted more of her.
“Yes, we are.” She used the arm of the couch and Matty’s offered hand to back up and stand. “Should we turn things off?”
“Are you spending the night?”
That was a loaded move to make. “I don’t have anything to sleep in.”
“Naked in my arms is a good place,” quipped Matty as a cocky grin spread across her face.
Reese’s face was engulfed in flames, but she rolled her eyes. “You’re bold tonight.”
“And I have no idea where it’s coming from,” she laughed. “But seriously, stay if you want, or if you’d be more comfortable leaving, I understand. I want you to do whatever is best for you.”
She chewed over the words for a moment, then shook her head. Lying next to Matty sounded heavenly. “No, I want to stay.”
Matty tugged on her hip. “Good. I was hoping you would. How about I turn things off in here, and you go turn the bed down?”
A shiver ran down her spine at the mention of the bed. She nodded. “Okay.”
The bed was neatly made, which impressed Reese because she never made her own. It always felt pointless when she was just going to crawl back into it at the end of the day, but untucking the bedding and turning it down with trembling hands made this feel real in a way that sent her pulse racing.
