Page 31 of Heart Match

Think about tomorrow. You’re going to regret this.

I try as hard as I can to make my mind behave, but it’s pointless, no rational thoughts come. All I see is him, all I feel is him, all I want is him.

‘Who’s there?’ shouts Mrs. Thompson, this time she seems really annoyed. She probably got way too many packages from Amazon today.

We both chuckle on each other’s mouths.

‘You were saying?’ he whispers.

‘Nothing,’ I say.

Oh God, why can’t I say no to him?

He smashes his mouth against mine, demanding all of me. Fuck tomorrow. I want him, like I never wanted anyone in my life before.

In between his free hand finding its way under my dress, his tongue crashing against mine and my hands still held by his above my head, I realise it would probably be best if we didn’t continue this outside.

‘Keys,’ I manage to say against his mouth.

‘Keys. Yes, right,’ Luc says with heavy breathing and a lot of effort.

Eventually, I manage to open the door. As soon as we’re inside he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, dropping my clutch and his blazer on the floor. He walks with me straddling him across the room and sets me on the kitchen island. He kisses me desperately as I tug hard on his polo and pull it up over his head.

Oh the sight of his abs.

‘What?’ he asks with a sexy as hell grin plastered on his face.

I smile back at the beautiful mess he is right now, running my eyes all over him. Shamelessly. Considering I’m fucked anyways, I might as well take advantage of the view.

‘You’re looking at me like when you saw me for the first time in the elevator,’ he rasps.

‘And how was that?’

‘Like you wanted to fuck me,’ he says this with a serious face and a hoarse voice in his French accent.

Oh God.

I answer him with a laugh. With my legs still wrapped around Luc’s waist, I dig my heels onto his ass and pull him closer. He tilts his head and analyses me for a moment, contemplating what he’s seeing. His warm hands travel under my dress from my knees to my behind, until he grabs hold of the soft stretchy fabric and slowly pulls it up my head.

When my head is free from the dress and I open my eyes, I find him staring at me as if I were his muse. He half opens his mouth and runs the tip of his tongue along his lower lip before his mouth is on mine again.

‘Is this one of your designs?’ he whispers against my mouth.

‘Yes,’ I whisper back, almost trembling with so much need for him.

‘Good,’ he whispers in my ear, then his lips, tongue and teeth begin their journey down my collarbone to my hard nipple, inducing an uncontrollable gasp. He’s driving me insane with the sucking, licking and nibbling. The sensations send me to a parallel universe I’ve never visited before. I hold tight to his hair. When he reaches his destination I bury my nose in his messy hair and feel inebriated by the combination of both its smell and the thrill of him sucking my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. Gentle, wet and slow. I moan. My sex pulses between my thighs, begging for more, for him.

He cups my breasts with his hands, one nipple he’s sucking on, the other he’s pinching with his fingers. My head falls back with another moan. Luc does it slow, and that’s what kills me. Hearing my moan he goes back to kissing me. He sucks hard on my tongue, devouring me, eating me up. It’s a kiss with need and urgency, as if he were barely containing himself under his pants, which I’m reaching for to open the fly. He doesn’t stop kissing me while I do it, but as my hand lands on his erection straining his underwear, he takes little breaks between kisses and sucks air through his teeth.

I hear my phone vibrating on the floor, inside my clutch. Naomi and Lexi have been texting me, but I haven’t replied. I ignore it and focus on where my hands are. But Luc stops for a second, eyes closed, panting. When he opens his eyes and they meet mine, I know he’s hesitating. He’s holding himself back.

‘What’s wrong?’ I ask through my heavy breathing. My hands are tugging on his waistband, so I let go of it immediately.

His hand finds its way around my neck, his fingers touching my nape, his thumb stroking my cheek. He watches me for a moment and presses his forehead against mine. It’s so unexpected my heart stops for a few long seconds.

‘As much as I don’t want to stop, I think we should,’ he says, softly and breathlessly.

What?

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