Page 38 of The Playboy's Playbook

“I’ve waited long enough, Matty.”

I pull his face to mine and we share small, sweet kisses. His hands roam my body, memorizing every inch of my frame. I want to feel his bare hands on my skin, so I pull my t-shirt over my head, only standing in my lace bra and shorts. The look on Matt’s face says everything. He wants me, but he’s holding back.

Why?

“I’ll say it until you get it through that thick skull of yours,” I pull my shorts down my legs. Matt’s eyes carefully follow my movements and his breathing picks up. “I. Want. You.”

He swallows and stares at me as I stand in front of him in my underwear.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is strained, as if it pains him to think about hurting me.

I shake my head and step back into his space, running my hands up his covered torso. “You won’t hurt me.”

Matt slowly unbuttons his shirt and I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. He takes his shirt off and I lean back, taking in his physique. He’s always been fit –it’s his footballer’s body – but he’s filled out so much since high school.

I feel his eyes on me as he watches me intently while I run my hands up his stomach, tracing the outline of his abs and the sharp V that disappears behind his jeans. He has a few scars and I curiously run my fingertips over the one closest to his collarbone.

“What happened?” I ask, looking up at him.

“I got into a fight I had no business being in,” he answers.

I nod and continue my analysis of him. Matt shivers as my fingers go over the lines of his body and down to the buttons of his jeans. I move my hands to undo the buttons and he takes a sharp breath, placing his shaky hands over mine.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes wide and ready for me to back out.

I don’t answer him with words. Instead, I continue unbuttoning his pants and push them down his thighs.

“I have condoms,” I say, my eyes landing on the bulge in his briefs.

“Ah, so you knew this would happen tonight?” Matt asks jokingly.

I shrug my shoulders and step closer to him, placing my hands back on his stomach. “I was hopeful.”

His hands trail over my body, causing me to heat up wherever he touches me. “I have a change of clothes in the truck.”

“Soyouknew this would happen tonight?” I raise an eyebrow, leaning back to look at his face.

He chuckles as he pulls me closer. “I was hopeful.”

Matt leans down and kisses my neck, shoulder, and the curve of my breasts in a menacingly slow way. His lips ghost over the sensitive spot on my neck before he places a kiss there, his hands gripping me tighter.

“We’re not rushing this, baby,” he growls.

I nod as he continues to torture me with his slow kisses and delicate touches. He’s infuriating, but I know he wants to make sure I’m sure about this, about him.

After an excruciatingly long time of standing in each other’s arms while he peppers my skin with kisses, I squirm and push him back a little.

“Matt, I’ve had enough with the foreplay. I want you to throw me on that bed and take me,” I beg as a shiver runs up my spine as his cold hand comes to the waistband of my panties. He tugs them a little before he snaps his eyes back to me.

“Let me look at you,” he rasps. I do as he says and shimmy out of the black lace fabric. I hold them up on my finger and he takes them from me. He brings them to his face and inhales deeply, keeping his blue eyes locked on me.

Fuck if I wasn’t wet already, I’m soaked.

“Bra, please,” he says, holding his hand out.

“Since you asked nicely.” I reach behind me and unclasp my bra and hand it to him. He puts my bra and panties in the hamper near my bathroom and stalks back to me.

I let him run his eyes up and down my body. I can’t help but feel slightly insecure, so I cover myself with my hands. He steps forward and removes my hands from my breasts.

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