Page 58 of Twisted Beauty

She wrapped one leg around him and shifted her body against his thigh, rubbing herself against him like a dog in heat. She couldn’t seem to help herself.

“Fuck, Liv,” he said pulling his mouth from hers, “you’re killing me.” He raised himself up onto his knees, tore open the packet, and rolled the condom over the length of his erection.

She felt her eyes widen for the second time at the sight of him. It wasn’t just his shoulders or his height. He was big all over.

He stilled with one hand still holding on to the condom at the base of his shaft. “I meant it when I said I’d be careful with you,” he said softly as his gaze moved from her eyes to her mouth.

She licked her lips.

What did he say? She couldn’t seem to focus. She’d never been this turned on in her life.

Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, dusting of dark hair that funneled into a happy trail. Which led her eyes straight to the hand he had wrapped around himself. She’d hyperventilate if she didn’t get him inside her soon.

She reached up, wanting to help him finish rolling the condom—or whatever the hell he was still doing—but he brushed her hand away.

“You don’t want to do that,” he said, jaw clenched, his voice raspy. He was barely contained, and she loved that she did that to him. And relieved she wasn’t alone in her desperation.

A loud clap of thunder made her jump, pulling her attention briefly to the rain pattering outside and the violent crashing of the waves. The sky had darkened dramatically since they’d entered his room, but she’d barely noticed. Because all she could focus on was the aching need between her legs, which was somehow unbearable even after what he’d just done to her on the living room floor.

She ran a hand over his hip and down his leg but instead of lowering himself onto her, he leaned away. He switched on the bedside lamp and she sucked in a breath. The soft yellow light highlighted the rises and dips of his muscular torso, and made the ink of his tattoo stand out against the skin of his bicep. She’d never been with a man this beautiful.

Finally, he covered her with the hard heat of his body and parted her legs with his.

“God, I want you,” his voice rumbled in her ear. “Tell me you want this too.”

She let out a little bubble of laughter, but it sounded kind of crazed in her own ears. How could he even ask that?

She couldn’t keep still beneath him, and she’d been so forward and brazen with her desire that she might not be able to look him in the eye ever again. Of course she wanted this. She could barely speak, but managed to squeak out a whispered, “You know I do.”

He brought his mouth down on hers. His kiss was urgent, but gentler than before, almost like he was exploring her mouth for the first time. He tasted so good, felt so good. But she wanted him inside her.

She ran her fingers down his back and cupped his butt, pulling him closer to her. “Quit stalling,” she mumbled into his mouth.

She felt him shake with silent laughter. “So impatient.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrated against her skin. “So demanding.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of me.” She pinched his ass a little too hard and his hips jerked against her, pressing against the part of her that needed him most. She gasped.

A growl came from deep in Matt’s throat. He hitched his hands beneath her legs and pulled them up around his hips in one rough motion.

Positioning himself at her entrance, he paused to look at her. “Promise you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you.”

But she’d lost all train of thought. Had she ever wanted anyone this badly? She pressed her heels against his butt to urge him on. “Matt, please.”

He had the nerve to chuckle. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” She shifted her hips against him again. “Yes, yes, yes. Do you want it in writing?”

“Pain in the ass,” he mumbled, but there was a smile in his voice. She let out a huff of laughter, but it was a breathy sound and turned into a moan as he pressed himself slowly into her.

“Oh my god,” she whispered at the silken feel of him.

He entered her gently and waited for her body to adjust, then thrust a little deeper and stilled again. She felt a rush of pleasure as her body opened up for him and she dug her fingers into his hips, matching his thrusts and trying to move him faster.

Matt peeled her hands off him and laced his fingers with hers, dragging them up over her head and trapping them there. Impossible for her to change his speed like this. Damn it. She shut her eyes in frustration.

“Look at me,” he said in a rough voice.

She opened her eyes and stared into the depths of his as he began to move, in a rhythm so slow and gentle she thought she might die.