Page 155 of Unloved

Sensing the change immediately, Matt hovers over me and tucks my hair back from my face.

“What’s wrong?” When I don’t answer, he asks again, pulling back to really look at me. “Ro, where did you go? What’s wrong?”

My throat is thick, voice scratchy and quiet as I warn him, “I might not be good at this. I don’t think… I haven’t been, in the past.And I know you’re experienced. So I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

“A disappointment?” he says, disbelieving. I nod, covering my face with my hands. He pulls them away instantly. “Rosalie—I’m—I don’t even… damn it,” he growls, shaking his head with a clenched jaw. All his relaxation and carefree enjoyment are gone, wiped clean. “I actually thought I couldn’t hate anyone more than my father, but I think Tyler takes the cake.”

I start to open my mouth, but I don’t even know what I’m planning to say.

“I’m sorry, Ro, that Tyler is a piece of shit and made you feel like that. I’m sorry he did this—that he chipped away at you until he broke your confidence. You are so perfect, so real and raw and enthusiastic. So responsive.” He shudders. “If anyone wasbadat anything, it was him. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Say you understand, princess.”

“I understand.”

“Good,” he sighs.

“Now give me your mouth, Rosalie. I need you.”

Everything shifts, the room growing hotter, my blood thicker with need.

My breath catches in the silence as his warmth invades my space. He hovers over me, both of us quiet. Music plays softly in the background, “Kissing in Swimming Pools” by Holly Humberstone—which tells me he found my playlist, not Sadie’s.

He kisses me slowly, purposefully, less frantic than he has before.

“It’s been a long time,” I whisper, biting my lip.

“Yeah? How long, princess?”

My gulping swallow must be visible from outer space. “Since February.”

Matt lets out a sound of approval as he kisses up my jawline, noseinhaling my skin. “And are you needy because of that? Or are you so needy because of me?”

“You,” I cry. It’s almost embarrassing how desperately I want him, mouth watering at just the sight of his body over mine. “Because of you.”

“That’s my girl.”

His praise washes over me, working like a drug, loosening every muscle in my body. Matt Fredderic is intoxicating.

He’s always been so tactile, even as a friend, but having his full attention is almost overwhelming. I could drown in him.

Skirting his hand down my body, he pulls up my shirt and ducks his head to lick and suck my nipples. I arch into his mouth with a silent cry, every single inch of my skin unbearably sensitive.

Too soon, he pulls away, standing over me at the end of the bed, eyes scorching a path down my overheated body. He trails his hand over my skin as he steps toward his nightstand, grabbing a condom.

“I was going to take my time with you,” he says, sauntering over to climb back onto the bed, hovering over me as he revs me up again. “Bury my face between your thighs until you soaked the sheets before I took you.”

Moans escape from me as his fingers play gently, teasingly, across my swollen sex.

“Please.”

“But,” he says. “You’re so soaked, so ready for me already, I don’t want to wait.”

“Don’t wait,” I pant. “Please, Matt, I need you.”

He sits back on his knees between my thighs, shucking off his sweatpants, hard, thick cock bobbing up toward his abdomen. Even just watching him roll on a condom feels like some private Magic Mike–style performance, bold and sensual.

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