Page 70 of Shattered Secrets

Once they were in his room, Matt indeed locked the door behind them. He whipped off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. For a moment, she could only stare. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He’d probably balk at that description, but it was true. He truly, truly was beautiful.

Her fingers trembled as she reached out and traced the lines of his chest tattoo. “Do these have significance?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice raspy. “But fuck if I can remember what.”

Scarlet glanced up at him, and desire stared back at her. Need consumed her, but she managed a flirty grin. “Why would that be?”

“Sweetheart, I’ve dreamed of you touching me. And, baby, the reality is so much better than I imagined.”

Heaving out a breath, she dropped the flirty smile and gave him honesty. “I’m so nervous, Matt.”

He covered her hand with his. “We can stop whenever you want. You call all the shots with us. Always.”

She erased the tiny bit of space between them, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tight. His skin was like an inferno, and she soaked up his heat. Tilting her head back, she met his gaze. “I want you so much. I’m just...” She blew out a breath. “Nervous.”

Which was stupid. It’s not like she’d never done this before.

“But you’ve never done this with me,” he murmured, caressing the side of her face.

She should have been embarrassed about speaking her thoughts aloud, but his gentle touch alleviated the awkwardness.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” she confessed.

“Me neither.” He snagged her hand and guided her toward the bed. Sitting on the edge, he pulled her between his legs.

She draped her arms over his shoulders. They were almost eye to eye now.

“You matter so much to me, Scar. I want to know everything about you. What your dreams are. What your hopes are. And I want to help you get every damn thing you want.” He ran his hands up her sides, lifting her shirt as he went. When it cleared her head, he tossed it aside. “I want to know what scares you and what makes you soar.” His eyes roamed over her, and he pressed a kiss to the center of her chest. “I want to know what makes you tremble. What makes you sigh.”

She did both those things, and wetness flooded her pussy. “Matt...”

He unhooked her bra and tossed it away. A second later, his hands were back on her ribs, thumbs caressing the undersides of her breasts. “These beautiful nipples, I’ve fantasized about them.I want to know how sensitive they are. I want to suck on them and make you come from that alone.”

Her eyes closed as he pinched the sensitive buds between his fingers, rolling them. His mouth descended on her left breast while he continued to work her right with his hand. She groaned when he sucked, and her pussy clenched.

“Shhh,” he murmured. “We have to be quiet, sweetheart.”

“Make love to me, Matt. Please.”

“Soon,” he said, moving to her other breast. “There’s still so much to explore.” He flicked her nipple with his tongue, and she threw her head back. Then he sucked it deep into his mouth.

“Please, Matt,” she begged, biting her lower lip.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her breast.

“Touch me. Please.”

“Where?” His hand moved to her stomach, his touch soft and fleeting. “Here?”

“Matt...” She squirmed, in desperate need of his touch.

His hands drifted lower, and he pushed her pajama pants and panties past her hips. They fell, pooling at her feet. His thumbs skimmed up her inner thighs.

“Here?” he asked, his fingers slipping through her wet folds.

“God, yes.”

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned, his clever fingers exploring and teasing. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He spread her lower lips and found her clit with his thumb, rubbing tight circles over the nub.

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