Page 94 of Mr. Red

He breaks the kiss then starts pushing in and out, keeping eye contact with me, his forehead on mine. His pace is slow and deliberate. It’s as though he’s memorizing every feeling between us right now.

There’s a tightness in my chest. I swallow, trying to remember I need to breathe. The intimacy between us has grown and I don’t know how to hold it together. I’m not going to be one of those girls that cries during sex. I close my eyes to hold back tears.

“Scarlett.” He stops, just holding himself over me while I’m filled with him. He kisses my eyes. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart.”

I open them as a tear slides down my cheek. He begins pumping again and then cups one of my breasts in his hand, teasing my nipple with his thumb. He brings his mouth to mine, making me thankful he isn’t staring at me as more tears slide down my cheeks.

I have no idea what’s happening right now. I’ve never fallen apart during sex. I’ve also never been in love. The intensity is overwhelming—I let myself release, spasming underneath him.

He goes even slower, feeling me pulsate on his dick. Once I’m done, he picks up his pace, faster, but still tender. He kisses my neck at the spot below my ear. After a couple seconds, he moves to my lips and then breaks away to the other side of my neck.

I’m completely in the moment and am hanging onto the back of his neck as though it’s my lifeline to stay in my body.

Then he starts thrusting faster, bringing his mouth to mine again. His moan vibrates to my core as we’re making out. I think he’s close to coming.

He pulls away. “Come for me again, sweetheart.”

I do. I feel him release with me.

After we’re both done shuddering, he turns us on our sides while staying inside me and holds me for at least ten minutes, facing one another. We don’t say a thing. We just stare at one another, forehead to forehead, still connected.

I can’t stand the silence anymore. “That was intense.”

He relents with a small laugh. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah. What just happened?”

“Well, a male has a penis, and he will insert it into—”

I interrupt him. “I know we just had sex.” I push his chest. He doesn’t budge much, but I feel better. “But didn’t it feel different to you? You just decided tonight was the night for no condoms?”

He pulls out of me and kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry too much about it, Scarlett.” Then he walks off to the bathroom.

That’s not going to fly. I get up and pull my pants on as quick as I can. I’m in such a rush, I trip putting a leg in and fall over the bed. I stand and march into the bathroom with clenched fists at my sides.

“Matt! You can’t just dothatwith me and then leaveme in the middle of a conversation! What the heck just happened?”

“What do you want me to tell you? Don’t read into it too much. It was sex.” He goes into the shower.

“Oh, okay, like I’d believe that for a second.” I cross my arms over my chest, staring at him through the glass.

He gets out after a quick rinse, then grabs a towel and flings it around his waist. “Fine. It was me telling you I’m glad you came on this trip. I want you here with me, when I come back to Texas. I like seeing you here in my house. I liked taking you to my parents. I see the two of us in Texas.”

“Oh.” I pause and uncross my arms. “I like seeing you in Texas too. You’re different here. I know you’re comfortable here.”

He grabs my hands. “So does that mean you would move out here?”

I bite my lower lip unsure how to answer. A couple of minutes ago, I was thinking about renovation plans for the gym. Now I’m close to agreeing to move to Texas.

I think meeting his family and then not knowing what’s going to happen with us has been stressing me out. What happened in the bedroom just confirmed I’ve fallen in love, and I’ve fallen hard. I think he’s developing feelings just as strong as mine but won’t talk to me about them. Why else would he want me to meet his family? Why else would he change the way he has sex?

“Scarlett, I’ve made you my girlfriend when I haven’t done that since high school. I brought you to meet my parents. I want to move forward with you.”

“I just got the gym. If I’d move here, I’d be leaving my friends, family, and career.”

“There are other gyms. I could buy you a gym out here. You could make friends out here. I’ll fly your friends outwhenever you want.” He holds my eyes with his. “You being here makes sense.”

Matt has finally answered my question of where he sees us going in life—not that I have my answer. I still don’t know what to do. I can’t ask him to move out to Washington after seeing him here; Matt in Texas is the guy I know he truly is. I would be asking him to give up his business and identity if he stayed with me in Washington.

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