Page 151 of From Drummer to Gamer

She was fiery, yet so soft and innocent at the same time.

And when my hand crept to the curve of her breast, I felt the weight of them before I flicked her hard nipple poking through her dress.

“Matty,” she breathed, her hazel eyes full of wonderment.

Looking at me like I was the sun in her fire.

Like I was the reason for the gleam sparkling in her eyes.

Eyes that spliced my heart in half.

The silence boomed louder; the air murkier.

Seconds skipped as we both held our breath, looking at each other.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Matty,” she breathed again, her tongue darting out to lick those delectable pink lips.

And in the next instant, my lips were on hers.

Soft, velvety, and plush.

Mine.

I swallowed her moans as I feasted on her mouth. My hands glided over the length of her body, feeling her soft, magnificent curves as I brought her flush with me.

The warmth of her body molded against mine in all the right places, like she was made for me.

I didn’t stop claiming her mouth, exploring every depth of her sweetness, and air was the last thing on my mind.

More.

Even after all these years, I only wanted more of her.

She was this undeniable pressure that fired my heart, the smoldering heat that awakened my soul, and the flare that detonated my body.

She was mine.

Fucking mine.

That was the irrefutable truth that wasn’t going to change.

“Matty,” she groaned, her small hands squeezing the back of my neck as she tried hard to meet my relentless lips.

My name on her lips was like the sound of heaven to my ear.

“Yes, firecracker?” My lips traced her cheeks.

“I want…” she hiccuped, breathing hard.

“You want?”

“You,” she rasped, her eyes dark.

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