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No reply at first, but then there’s a slow bob of his head. Ipull back so he can peer up at me, the softest, most fragile smile aimed my way.
“I want you,” I say, stroking a finger along his arm, “to be your most authentic self at all times with me. If that means you need to shut off and sign for a while, then I’ll learn or you can make fun of me while I try.”
“I’d never laugh at you for trying. Not for me.”
Oh, Matty.
“Princess.” I drop my forehead to his and rub our noses together, making him chuckle. “I’d do anything for you.”
A half-laugh, half-sob cruises past his lips, and he white-knuckles my hand so hard he begins to shake.
“It’s so dumb how much I like it when you call me ‘princess’.”
I tug him closer and brush my lips to the edge of his mouth. “My beautifully handsome Princess.”
It’s a quick shift: Matty’s hand on my chest lifting him out of my arm, his leg swinging over my hip, and his ass planting in my lap. His hands clasp behind my head, and there’s the smallest moment where we’re looking into each other’s eyes, where there is a world of conversations collected on the tips of our tongues, but this isn’t the moment to voice them.
Matty attacks my mouth with all the fervor of a man on a mission, and that mission is to leave me completely and utterly breathless and drowning in the waterfall of feelings I have for him.
He holds me tightly to him, thighs squeezing my hips as his fingers tug so hard in my hair it has me gasping into his open mouth. Matty tastes like salt and chocolate, a slow trickle of tears collecting from his lashes and the remnants of his hot cocoa.
My hands dig into his hips, sliding up his back to grasp onto his shoulders and urge his body down, guide it closer. Iwant him to be a part of me, a permanent fixture in my life and in my bed.
“I'm sorry,” I say again as Matty’s hair curtains our kiss from the world. “How can I make it up to you?”
With his eyes closed, Matty pants into the sliver of air between us, his fingers sliding down my neck in slow, sensual strokes until he fists them in my shirt.
“Take me with you tonight.” The words are spoken with pure sex. “You’re not the only one with a jealous streak.”
That steals what's left of the breath in my lungs.
“What do you have to be jealous of? If you want something from me, just take it.”
Those eyes are molten lava brimming with lust, and when his pretty, pink tongue flicks out to wet his lips, I press into him and stroke it with my own.
Matty kisses me hard. Harder than he ever has. Harder thananyoneever has. His body hovers over mine; my fingers press into his thighs. He rips away to drag my face to his heaving chest.
Our hearts hammer to equally erratic drums.
I turn my face into his neck and kiss him softly. He shudders but doesn’t loosen his hold, and I give in to the pleasure of being in Matty’s arms.
“I did say I’d do anything for you,” I say, tilting my lips up to his ear. “If you want to come … you can come.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Matty shoves me back with a look that says my mouth is writing a check my ass can’t cash. A lot like those teasing texts.
What was it again?Relieving him.
I grin, and he growls—full out fucking growls!—surging forward to take my lips in another tongue-numbing kiss.
What I feel for Matty is nothing short of infatuation. Obsession.
Another word we can’t be ready for.
It would be so easy.
So easy to carve him a permanent spot in my soul, to tie our heartstrings together and promise forever.
We aren’t trying for forever,I’d told him, but I can’t picture an ending between us where he doesn’t walk away and take my heart with him.
