Page 53 of Wish You Once More
“If you are?” Her palm grazed my cock and I raised my eyebrows.
“I think that tells you all you need to know.” I flipped her onto her back on the sofa, unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling her out of them. The matching blue lace panties were the last straw.
I had to have her.
I needed her.
Right now.
26
Bree
Mat towered over me, his chocolate irises almost completely obscured by black, hooded pupils. I arched my back while he pulled off my jeans, his finger sliding over my clit. If I thought the other night had been out of this world, my body already told me whatever came next would obliterate that memory. We knew each other so well, knew exactly what to do to make the other one teeter on the edge of pleasure, to tease, torment until the point of utter, absolutely exquisite release.
He stripped off his t-shirt and I drank in the sight of his tightly honed chest and tattoos, hitching a breath when his jeans and boxers went the same way, revealing his impressive erection.
“Christ, Bree, you’re so gorgeous,” he breathed, bending his head to my cleavage. “What the fuck was I thinking when I let you go?”
His words almost made me orgasm.
I tried to keep my breathing under control.
Gripping my hips, Mat flipped me onto my stomach, his lips brushing a path down my spine, pausing at my tailbone. I arched my back, pressing my core into the sofa, trying to get some friction where I needed it the most as I sensed him moving back up my body.
“Patience,” he whispered in my ear, his teeth nipping at my lobe.
At the same time, he entered me from behind and slid his fingertips underneath me, making direct contact with my clit, massaging the little nub with the pad of his thumb. I almost exploded at the two conflicting sensations, clutching ineffectively at the air as the waves tumbled over me. Mat thrust deeper and deeper, the angle of his cock hitting the exact right spot to bring me soaring to the peak before I totally came undone. The intensity of his actions, coupled with my growing need, brought me closer and closer to falling. I gave in to the passion, screaming into the cushions, my body shuddering with pleasure. Mat was close behind, collapsing on top of me as his own release came. His breath came in short, shaky gasps.
“Bree, I… that was…” He kissed my shoulder.
Where the other night had been about us rediscovering each other, this had been more passionate, frenzied almost, a need to satisfy each other. I bent my head back to meet his lips, unable to say a word.
Mat pulled out and manoeuvred his body so his back was against the back of the sofa and I was spooned into him. He dragged a throw from underneath us and draped it over our naked bodies. I yawned, suddenly tired from my early start and some unexpected, mind-blowing sex. It wasn’t long before I drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
I have no idea how long we’d been asleep for, but waking up tangled in Mat Redmond’s naked limbs had to be one of the most pleasurable ways I’d woken up in a long, long time. Carefully, I attempted to extricate myself from his grasp. He snuffled and groaned, but didn’t wake, as if it was the best sleep he’d had in ages. I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over my head, searching out the flat for the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I checked out my reflection. Tousled bed head hair, flushed cheeks and a calm, satisfied expression greeted me. It was a far cry from what I’d been used to seeing lately. I used the toilet, then decided to take a quick shower, using Mat’s shower gel because my bag was still somewhere in the living room and I didn’t want to wake him by trying to find it.
Refreshed from undeniably amazing sex, an afternoon nap and a vigorous shower, the one thing I was missing was food. I hadn’t eaten anything since Callie’s care package on the train. Now, I was ravenous, and I expected Mat was too.
When I got back to the living room, Mat was awake, the throw covering his nakedness.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” He held out a hand to me, pulling me back down on the sofa and capturing my lips in another bruising kiss. “I like how you look in my clothes.” The corner of his mouth quirked.
My heart contracted, but I tried to make light of it. “I don’t know where my bag is. And I didn’t bring much stuff with me, so I might have to borrow a few things.”
“I can live with that.”
From out of nowhere, my stomach growled.
Mat laughed as his answered back. “You want to go out for something to eat? There’s isn’t exactly much here.”
“I’d like that.”
He hauled himself up from the couch, taking the throw with him. “Let me grab a shower, then I’ll take you to the best restaurant this side of Angelo’s.”
I watched how the taut muscles in his back moved as he walked across the living room, tiny scratches on his skin from where I’d dug my nails in. A sigh escaped my lips. I could get used to this again.
While Mat showered, I found my bag, squirted on deodorant and perfume, then my bra from the pile of clothes on the floor, clean knickers and socks. I wriggled back into my jeans and pulled out a fresh top to put on. It was a shame to be dressed again, but I had every hope that once we’d eaten, we’d be back here for round two.
