Page 83 of Wicked Fortune

I arch back, wanting what he’s giving—and what he’s taking. Wanting to be possessed.

To be his.

His mouth claims mine again. Wilder this time, and I moan as our tongues and lips dance and tease. I spread my legs, my hips arching up, craving the press of his body against mine. And craving more the feel of him deep inside me.

“Please,” I murmur, so drunk with lust I’m not even sure I said the word aloud.

I groan when his lips leave mine, then tremble when he trails a line of kisses down my throat. Over my collarbone.

I cry out when his mouth closes over my nipple. The sensation is exquisite, sharp and sweet and I feel it all the way down to my core. My clit throbbing. My body craving. He isn’t even touching me there, and I’m right at the precipice, every cell humming as I teeter on the edge.

“Matthew.” His name is little more than a gasp.

He lifts his head, his eyes locking on mine as his hand slides down my body, slipping just beneath the waistband of my leggings, then stopping. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Beg me,” he whispers. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” No single word has ever held that much truth, but he just shakes his head.

“Right now, baby. Tell me. I want to hear you tell me.”

“Touch me.” I beg. “Fuck me.”

His smile is sensual sunshine. “Whatever the lady wants,” he murmurs as his clever fingers dip lower into my leggings, brushing over my slick heat.

“Yes. Please.” My eyes are closed, my head back, my hands on my own breasts as my body strives to reach that singular place that is clear, pure pleasure. “Don’t stop,” I murmur. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Not a chance,” he says, his voice a promise that sends another wave of heat coursing through me. He shifts, his free hand catching the edge of my leggings and tugging them down in one smooth motion, leaving me naked before him, every inch of me exposed. But I don’t feel vulnerable. Quite the opposite. I feel strong. Powerful.

And loved.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.”

I feel the heat of a full-body blush in response to his words. I know I’m attractive, but the way he says it is unlike anything anyone has ever said to me. As if he doesn’t mean the way I look, but the way I am. Like he sees me in a way no one else ever has.

“Oh, yes,” I whisper as his hands slide up my thighs, his touch igniting every cell in my body as he moves higher and higher until he finally reaches my core.

He settles between my legs, his fingers brushing over my center, teasing me until I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for more.

“Matthew, please,” I whisper, my voice breaking on the word.

He doesn’t make me wait. Slowly, deliberately, he slides a finger inside me, then another, his touch both gentle and commanding. My hips move instinctively, seeking him, my body desperate for the rhythm he’s setting.

“You’re so ready for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Do you know how hot that makes me?”

I can only whimper in response.

He flashes that cocky grin, then quickly sheds his clothes. And though I mourn the loss of contact, I can’t deny that I enjoy the show.

I enjoy it much more when he returns, his thumb brushing over my clit, sending sparks shooting through me. “Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I gasp, barely able to form the word as his touch sends me spiraling higher and higher. “I want you.”

His eyes hold mine, and with a groan, he leans forward, his hand replaced by the hard, unrelenting press of his cock against my core. He pauses, his gaze searching mine, giving me the chance to stop this, to stop him.

But stopping is the last thing I want.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice steady despite the wild beat of my heart. “Don’t you even think about stopping.”

His groan is low and guttural and wildly sexy as he thrusts into me, filling me completely, and I gasp, my hands clutching at his tight ass as my body adjusts to the feel of him. He pauses, giving me a moment, and then he begins to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure rippling through me, taking me just that much higher with every motion, every sensation.