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His blush deepens, adding to his endearing charm. “You share a Jack and Jill bathroom with Milo. I share one with Lyric. Desmond’s door is at the end of the hall, and he has his own bathroom,” Matty explains, his nervousness evident. “Do you want a shower?”
I should. The logical part of me insists on washing away the chaos of the day, but that’s not what I truly want.
Turning to Matty, I kick the door shut behind me and swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. I peel my hoodie over my head and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in only a bright blue sports bra.
Then I kick off my shoes.
Matty’s eyes widen, and he takes a deep breath. “You don’t have to?—”
“Stop,” I tell him firmly as I peel my leggings down, now clad only in matching blue panties. “I want you right now, Matthew Hayes. You. Just you.”
His mouth parts, and he glances up at the ceiling, his lips moving silently as he mutters words he doesn’t voice. I hear him utter, “Fuck it,” under his breath, and then he charges toward me.
We collide like two long-lost forces destined to meet, as if we’ve been waiting for this very moment since the day we first crossed paths. I almost climb him, unable to resist as he molds his lips to mine, kissing me with a passion I always knew simmered just beneath the surface.
“Damn, sweetheart,” he whispers against my lips as he effortlessly lifts me into the air and carries me to bed. “I’ve wanted you since the second I spotted you alone at that diner.”
I smile fondly in response, remembering our first meeting. He had a mission to fulfill that night, yet there was a spark between us right away. It was clear to me that I wanted him by the end of the night, and although so much has changed since then, here we are.
Back then, I couldn’t have him.
Now, he’s all mine, and I have no intention of waiting another second for it.
“Kiss me, Agent Hayes,” I murmur against his lips, my voice a sultry invitation. “Kiss me and show me just how much you want me.”
His lips crash down on mine, and he claims every ounce of me. I give it all to him, every breath and every morsel of chaos hidden within me.
When Matty kisses me, it feels like releasing bottled sunshine. He’s warmth and comfort food, and I’m ravenous for more.
Our kisses intensify, and Matty carefully lowers me onto the bed without breaking our connection. His hands roam over my body as if committing every contour to memory, needing to touch every inch of me at once. He’s aware of the hellish night I’ve endured and determined to ensure I feel safe and loved, and in his embrace, I do.
His lips leave mine, placing a trail of kisses down my neck. I gasp when he nips my collarbone, his hand reaching the band of my sports bra. Anticipation hums in my veins as he slowly rolls it over my head, exposing my breasts to his view. Within seconds, it’s gone, discarded somewhere on the floor.
Matty takes his time exploring every inch of my breasts with his tongue and teeth. He knows precisely how to make me squirm, using his knowledge to his advantage. My fingers thread through his curly hair as I moan his name repeatedly.
His hands are in perpetual motion, never staying still. They roam and graze over my body, tracing the spots that make me groan and bury my face in his locks. He explores what makes my pulse twitch, using his expert fingers to ignite fresh waves of passion until I scream something between his name and title. I thrash around until he stops me with a passionate kiss or a ticklish touch.
Matty continues his journey, kissing his way down my stomach. His fingers hook into my panties, dragging them off and leaving me completely naked on the bed.
I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs, his gaze raking over me as his hands spread my knees as wide as they can go. I try to snap them closed, but he shakes his head.
“Let me look at you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, taking a moment to admire me. His tongue laps at his lips, his mouth parting in anticipation.
In one quick, skillful motion, he buries his head between my legs, utilizing his tongue and fingers to bring me to the brink of orgasm far too quickly before he pulls away, granting me a moment to catch my breath.
He pauses momentarily to rip off his shirt and toss it across the room before he gazes between my thighs. “Look at you, Charlotte. Look at how perfect you are.” Tan and glistening, he reminds me of the golden sun god, Apollo, with his smooth lines and built muscles that make my mouth water.
With a mischievous smirk, he lowers his head, holding eye contact with me as his lips wrap around my clit and his fingers slide over my slit.
Every nerve in my body attunes to Matty and what he’s doing to me. My hands dig into his curly locks as my mind hammers against my skull. The pleasure is almost too much.
His tongue and fingers work expertly, stirring that primal ache within me. I feel the desire to be filled, taken, and bred coursing through me. The thought of him fulfilling my deepest longing, his seed claiming me, sends a shiver down my spine and electrifies my senses.
“Matty,” I moan, clenching the sheets in my hand and arching my back under his touch. He doesn’t stop. The man works me over as though he’s feasting on me, subjecting me to intense friction I can hardly bear.
I stare down at him, urging him to meet my gaze. The moment our eyes lock is the moment I shatter apart, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Matty expertly caresses me, crooking his fingers inside my body and nipping my sensitive inner thigh.
Every inch of my body feels electrified. It’s as though Matty switched on every light within me, leaving nothing but wispy smoke floating in the sky above my orange glow, like I’m on fire.
