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“That's the problem. I don't have one. I’d do anything you wanted, anything you’d ask, if it got you to kiss me again.”
Semantics. We both want the same thing.
“All you have to do is say it.” I look him straight in the eyes and rest my hand experimentally on his hip. “Ask. Demand. I don't care.”
“Elias Lee.”
I love it when he says my entire name. It makes me want to drop to my knees and give every single piece of myself over to him.
“I have never needed to be touched so badly in my life,” he grumbles, another little bit that was more for him than me, but it still makes me smile.
“Tell me what to do for you, Princess.”
Matty shudders at the nickname and throws his head back.
Fuck me, he's so goddamn attractive.
“Pick me up,” he finally says, breaths uneven as his own arousal wins out. “Put me on the counter.”
I bend a bit to clasp my hands onto his thighs below the edge of the towel and hoist him up. As soon as his ass hits thecounter top, his arms fly around my neck, putting a steady pressure that gives away his next command.
His eyes search mine, a little bit wild, a little bit guarded, and I move my hands to his waist to stroke softly. He tilts his head back, inching me down further until his nose bumps mine.
Matty is the one to smile this time.
“Kiss me, Lee.”
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MATTY
Lee kisseslike he’s done it all his life. Not just kissing but kissingme. My lips are numb, and my tongue tingles with every pass and press of Lee’s.
His hands explore my skin like it’s a work of art: slow and meticulous, trading off between sensual strokes of his fingers and the scrape of his fingernails over my sides.
My arms around his neck serve as an anchor to the reality that I finally—fucking finally—get to have a taste of Elias Lee. It’s fucking indescribable how my body lights up for him, how it burns so goddamn hot for the barest touch.
It became impossible to deny the effect he has on me the night his sister called. The moment that I knew we looked like a couple, and I was already playing the dutiful boyfriend waiting for him to come home. All because I wanted to hear his voice, to feel the soft drag of his fingers in my hair, his smile into my shoulder.
Lee’s desire for affection infected me, and now I crave every little interaction.
It goes beyond attraction. Beyond lust.
I’m falling for this man at a speed that terrifies me.
We both want this, but I know neither of us are ready for more. There’s still healing to be done, patches to be made to the worn out parts of my heart that haven’t seen action since I covered them up and kissed Riley goodbye.
Right this moment, we’re both done pretending that we want—that we’re capable—of fighting the pull we have on each other. Wrapping my arms around him, kissing him until my lungs ache, it’s the most natural thing in the world.
His hands refuse to be satisfied; they go over every inch of skin again and again until I’m parting my legs and hooking them around his thighs.
“Matty.” His voice wraps around my heart, sinks into the very core of me, and stokes the fire growing hotter in my belly.
“God. The fantasies I have about you,” I mumble into his mouth, gripping his hair to guide his lips to my neck. Maybe he’ll leave me a couple of marks so I can’t convince myself this really was a fever dream.
His lips suck softly on the skin below my ear, eliciting an excited shudder across my upper body.
“You mean like my mouth on your neglected cock?” He whispers the words against the shell of my ear, trailing his lips across my jaw.
