Page 134 of Never Forever

Carrie

Ihad no sense of time. I only knew I was awake, the house was dark except for the fire’s waning embers. Matt was lying next to me, facing me, his arm around my waist like we used to sleep.

His eyes were closed and it was his snores I was listening to.

The sting of memory was so poignant, tears filled my eyes. This was what it felt like to sleep in Matt’s arms. To know his sounds and shape in the near dark.

“I missed you,” I whispered to him. “So much.”

His eyes flickered open. Like my confession had penetrated his sleep.

In that moment, in the gaze of his eyes, I knew I’d lost. I couldn’t resist him.

He leaned forward and kissed me. And this wasn’t a hello kiss. This was Matt making his intentions known.

He growled against my lips and I felt his chest rumble underneath the palm I rested over his heart. Instantly, there was an inferno between my legs.

That game between us, about how fast we could make the other come, was not going to be funny tonight. I felt like one touch between my legs and I would explode into a thousand Matt shaped pieces.

His tongue touched my lips and my brain short circuited. As much as I wanted to cling to some kind of sense or reality or even high ground…I gave up. I gave up and I just let myself feel.

Total surrender.

He must have felt it too. The stillness in him that was so careful, cracked. My surrender made him hungry. Desperate.

Like the first time we had sex and he lost control. Like the last time we had sex in his bedroom and he lost control. It was so rare that Matt Sullivan let the leash slip, and I loved it.

Craved it.

“Hey,” I whispered against his lips.

“Hmmm?” he hummed against my lips.

“Can we…do this like we used to?”

He leaned back. “What do you mean?”

“You used to talk. A lot. Last time, in your bedroom, you were so quiet. I thought you weren’t into it. I like it when you talk.”

He stroked the hair off my face, his eyes taking in every piece of me.

“You want me to tell you how fucking gorgeous you are? How your body has made me crazy for months? You want me to tell you how bad I want to feel you come on my fingers? Against my tongue? I want to fuck you until you-”

“Yeah,” I said, bubbling with lust. “Like that.”

I kissed him.

His hands were rough. His mouth was hungry. His hands went from my face to my chest, the buttons on Gran’s oldhousecoat slipped free with barely any effort from him. He eased his body over mine, kissing me the whole time, his hands sweeping under my shoulder blades lifting me up so my breasts were at his mouth.

I put my arms over my head and just offered myself up to whatever he wanted.

What he wanted was careful and slow. Sweet. He kissed my nipples like I was fragile. He licked my collarbone and breathed in the scent of my neck.

I spread my legs wider and he fell into the cradle of my hips. The hard press of his cock right against my clit.

“Yes,” I breathed, arching against him.

Except he shifted away, so there was no pressure where I wanted it. I opened my eyes and scowled at him.

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