Page 54 of Heart Match

‘Hmm, what’s that smell?’ he speaks hovering over my mouth.

‘Dinner,’ I smile innocently, happy to have him here with me now.

‘Can you hit pause? I wanna do something to you first,’ he says.

‘Hmm, I like that idea.’

He begins kissing my collarbone, the softness and warmth of his mouth makes me suck in air.

‘The dish is in the oven. We have twenty minutes until it’s ready,’ I say, my mouth dry.

‘That’s plenty of time,’ he whispers against my skin.

Oh God.

He places me on the edge of the kitchen island and for a very brief moment I wonder what he’s planning on doing to me that will last twenty minutes. As soon as he steps between my legs, I know what his intentions are. They’re as crazy and naughty as I feel right now. And they might involve the rock-hard erection I’m staring at.

‘How are you feeling now?’ he asks.

‘Right now? Like you,’ I say, darting my gaze at the bulge on his jeans.

He lets out an erotic groan, there’s so much lust in it.

‘I’ve missed you today,’ he says, his intense gaze holding mine.

Shit. When did we go from see you around to I’ve missed you today? I guess today. Between leaving breakfast on the kitchen island for me in the morning and now.

I can see the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs peeking out of his black skinny jeans. His length is begging to be freed from both. I don’t waste another second, both because I want to make the most of the nineteen minutes we now have, and because I’m avoiding saying I missed you too to him.

He steps out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Then he pulls my shorts down. I like how Luc never pulls my panties down straight away, he always enjoys taking a peek at them first. This time is no different.

His hands are holding me in place, on each side of my waist, while mine have found his hot erection. My touch induces lustful sounds from deep inside him. I stroke his throbbing shaft a few times. I shiver when I see the way he’s watching my hand working around him, blue flames in his eyes. He presses his mouth to mine, sucking the air out of me, making me groan wildly. The kiss burns me from inside out, enticing me to bite and suck on his soft lips. I barely recognise the sounds I’m making. I guess once he leaves and we go our separate ways, my mind will enjoy revisiting all these intimate moments we’ve been having the past few days. I push these thoughts away because I still get to enjoy him now, and possibly for a few more days.

I have no idea how long we still have before the oven beeps. I have completely lost track of time. I don’t care.

He’s playing with his swollen cock in my entrance, my panties pushed to the side giving free passage to his length. Once he feels how wet I am, he rolls his eyes up to the back of his head and lets out a soft and slow moan, the sound vibrates through me and makes me ache for him. Then he fills me, slow and firm. He watches me as I welcome him inside of me, gasping and sinking my fingers through his ever-so-soft hair. Then Luc pushes my top up and my bra strategically a bit lower so that he can suck on my nipples.

Ok, I definitely don’t need more than a few seconds like this.

He knows it, because he keeps gliding slowly and firmly inside of me, while sucking my nipples, one after the other. I come with my mouth and nose buried in his hair, muffling the sounds I make when I feel the tiny explosions of pleasure throughout my body. Intoxicated by his permanent smell of sex, I grab his hair tighter and pull him even closer to me. I clench around him, taking him with me, making him tremble and fill me with his release.

‘I like you, Olivia. I like you a lot,’ he says in my ear. His voice is as vulnerable as his body right now. My heart hammers against my chest echoing through my ears. It riots trying to make sense of what Luc just said.

Did he just say what I heard? I’m trying to wrap my mind around it, but it doesn’t feel real. Actually, I’m not sure I want it to be real or just something I imagined. Either way, it doesn’t change how I feel right now: freaking afraid of ruining everything, especially my heart.

We stare into each other’s eyes for way too long, and I’m glad when the oven beeps.

Chapter Sixteen

He loves the meatballs. His eyes light up with pleasure in each bite. Also, he’s so hungry he helps himself with two other servings. I’m so pleased to watch him enjoy what I cooked that even I eat more than I normally do.

‘Olivia, I—’ Luc begins after swallowing his pasta.

‘Sorry about this morning,’ I cut him off.

‘Why are you sorry?’ he asks.

‘I know it seemed weird,’ I say.

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