Page 137 of Pucking Matt
He continues, “Knowing that Kyle probably texted you by now and you might consider seeing him.”
His heart is racing under my palm as he releases my hand. I play with the hem of his shirt, nodding. “He did text me but keep going,” I smirk, my eyes darting to his.
“Even just the idea of seeing you with someone else.” His jaw clenches. “Not kissing you again.”
My stomach flutters, so I inhale, trying to hide how much I want him right now. I joke, “Yeah, I mean our first kiss was just minutes ago. The world will end if we don’t do it any time soon.”
He blushes, continuing, “And I can’t handle not seeing you every day.”
“Oh my God,” I scoff with a smile. “Every day, Pearson?”
He whips his head. “Every fucking day, Hughes.”
“Ugh,” I smile. “I’m not so sure I can handle you then.”
He grabs my arm as I pretend to walk away. “Don’t walk away from me,” he demands with a serious expression on his face. My heart melts at the sight of him.
I am swooning right now. How the hell is this possible? Matt wants every bit of me? Maybe even a very far future? He pulls me into him, and I can’t hold back any longer. I grab his face, careful not to touch his cut, and kiss this handsome head of a man.
At first, I’m sucking his bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth. And then he’s lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him as his hands hold me up by my ass. His hands are tickling the hell out of me. He’s rubbing my ass into my inner thigh, and I’m accidentally squealing into his mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. “You’re tickling me.” I inhale, trying to stop my body’s natural reaction to his touch. I’m panting now that he’s stopped. The truth is that it’s been a very long time since I’ve been touched. This feeling is like ecstasy to my skin. And it’s been a long time since I’ve been this turned on. How the hell are we going to get through the elopement without banging each other’s brains out?
“You’re that ticklish?” he questions as I try to control my wild thoughts.
I nod, holding my breath. “We probably don’t even need to have sex. I’ll just come undone with your hands on my thighs.”
“What?” he smiles widely, and God, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah. Touching my leg through my pants is enough,” I laugh. Wow, that’s ridiculous.
He sits on the bed, so now I’m in his lap.
“There,” he says, removing his hands. “Is that better?”
I feel his boner under me. No, this isn’t better. I need his hands on me right now. I shake my head, so he holds up his hands. I take them and place them on my ass again. He breathes, squeezing me.
I need to remain in control of myself, so I ask, “Is your cheek okay?”
“It’s better when your lips are on mine.”
I lean in, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Really?”
He nods, rubbing my skin. And that stops the tickling, thankfully. “You’re a great kisser. The sucking on my lip and tongue is driving me fucking wild.”
I lean in, pressing my forehead on his as I move my hips.
“Amber,” he breathes as my entire body comes alive. He feels so good through his jeans.
“Matt,” I whisper back.
He flips me over onto the bed. I keep my legs wrapped around his back as he presses against me. This position has me feeling all of him now. Our lips meet as I grip his shoulders. His arms flex under my touch, and God, how the hell am I going to stop myself now?
I let out a small moan, and he stops pressing so hard.
“I’m going to finish in my pants,” he murmurs.
