Page 71 of The Third Girl

CHAPTER 32

MATT

I can’t stop the stupid-happy smile from spreading across my cheeks as I look into Skylar’s stunned eyes when she recognizes the first notes of “Stand Inside Your Love” by the Smashing Pumpkins.

“This is not standard wedding reception music, Matt.” Her eyes dance with delight.

“No, but itispretty much the only love song that the Smashing Pumpkins have ever released.”

She laughs, “You’re not wrong.” This girl. On the dance floor, she immediately cuts loose, moving her body to the fast-paced music with her arms raised in the air.

I can’t help but watch her for a few moments, and while I do, Travis comes to stand beside me, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “Thanks for the toast, man.”

“You’re welcome.” My eyes follow Skylar’s every move as she shakes and shimmies to the beat.

He chuckles. “You’re in trouble with that one. She’s going to challenge you in ways you don’t see coming yet, I guarantee you. But damn, it’s going to be amazing to watch you fall again.”

I watch Skylar’s red curls begin to escape her braided updo as she dances. “It’s already happening. And I’m loving every fucking second of it.” I pull him into a quick hug. “Thanks.”

I leave him to join Skylar, taking her hand and letting her spin and spin. She’s happy and carefree, and so damn beautiful it makes my chest tight to look at her. And she’smine.

After a few moments, I clasp her to me, holding her tightly as we sway together, and stare into her bold green eyes. “I need you so much, Sky. I—” She tugs my head down to hers, and whatever I was going to say falls out of my head as she lights my world on fire with a scorching kiss. She turns in my arms, leaning back against me, and I wrap my arms around her, letting our bodies move to the music. Her hands grip the fronts of my thighs, and I feel every one of the lyrics of love sinking into my soul.

With my heart beating fast as the song comes to an end, I take Skylar by the hand, dragging her off the dance floor, out of the reception room, and away from prying eyes. Not because I’m trying to hide what we are to each other. No. It’s simply because I know damn well the ways I want to touch her are inappropriate at best in the middle of a wedding reception.

We stumble out into the foyer, not drunk from alcohol, just drunk on each other, hands groping and squeezing any body part we can reach. My breath heaves raggedly from me as I pull her close, alternately kissing and licking and sucking on her neck. “Fuuuck. You’re so goddamn sweet,” I grunt as I walk us unsteadily backward with our limbs intertwined. She throws her head back, giving me better access, and my mouth travels from her neck down to her collarbone, pressing kisses to her skin. We’ve gotta get to my room before I maul her right here on the floor for anyone to see.

A sharp exhale bursts from me as my brain disconnects from the rest of my body. Blood rushes through me, all of it heading south to my rapidly hardening dick. I lift her off the ground and thank God the skirt of her dress is loose because she wraps those smooth legs around my hips, the fabric of the fluffy dress caught everywhere around us. We crash into the wall just outside my door, and I stop to stare into her lust-drenched eyes. They only spur me on as I reach for her ass, tipping her hips so that I can rub the hard ridge of my cock against her center. As our lips hover on the edge of another kiss, she moans into my mouth.

A quick glance to the side tells me we’re still completely alone and some sort of insanity overtakes me. Her body writhes, making me hot all over, and I’m somewhat aware that I’m thinking with my dick, but I can’t find it in me to care. My hands slide under her dress, smoothing over bare ass cheeks. I groan aloud. She’s wearing another of those thongs, just like the one she wore that day when I caught her pantsless in my kitchen.

Our tongues meet in a wild tangle as my fingers rub her clit through her underwear. She lets out a whimper and a gasp as I tease her. Unable to stop myself, I tug the scrap of fabric covering her to the side and push two fingers into her pussy. She’s wet and tight and hot, my every dream come true.

My chest jerks with each labored breath I take as I slowly pump my fingers inside her.

“God, Matt. Oh, shit.” She’s struggling to breathe, and her body, it’s mine. I’ve made her cheeks flush pink with what I’m doing to her. She’s so gorgeous in her pretty dress, fucking my fingers, rubbing her clit on the heel of my hand with every stroke.

My heart hammers. Someone could come down the hall at any moment. But still, I can’t make myself stop. She’s so fucking beautiful. I bury my face against her neck, inhaling her scent like it’s a drug.

This is pure lunacy.

Pressing her against the wall, I grab for the key card in my pocket with my free hand, and wave it over the sensor. It turns green and the lock clicks. But Skylar is trembling in my arms, and by the time I try to open the door, it’s locked again. I shake my head, swearing to myself.

“Don’t stop. Don’t—” She gasps, and I see it in her eyes plain as day. She’s about to come right here in the hallway. I curl my fingers, rubbing her just so. Her breath stutters out, her chest jerking. “Oh God, Matt.”

I try one more time to get the door open with no luck.

Fuck it.I kiss her hard, then against her lips, I mumble, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Skylar. I feel you about to shatter. You’re right there.” Her inner walls clench down on my fingers before she lets loose with a strangled cry that I’m sure is going to bring someone running.

She coats my fingers, hips rocking on my hand as she breathes out staccato puffs of air. She stares at me, dazed. “Holy shit.” It’s several moments before she blinks, looking around. I can tell the moment it registers what we just did—and where. She wets her lips. “Wow.”

I huff out a laugh and nip at her lower lip as her pussy continues to intermittently clench my fingers. Slowly, I pull them out of her, then set her on her feet. “We should get into the room before I do something even more indecent like fuck you right here.”

She grips my hips, fingers digging into my skin through my suit coat. Her eyes widen at my words, and for half a second, I think she’s going to beg me to do it anyway. Huskily, I lean in and whisper, “Maybe some other time when my entire family isn’t roaming around.”

She bites her lip and nods, takes the key card from my hands and lets us in.

We take no more than a few steps into the room, the door shutting behind us with a bang, then it’s on again. This girl—this woman—is everything. I shrug out of my suit coat and loosen my tie, yanking it over my head. We frantically kiss and touch as items of clothing drop to the floor. I pull her close, sliding the zipper of her dress down, and let the blue fabric pool around her feet, leaving her in the tiny thong that I already know is damp with her arousal.

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