Page 33 of Where You Are

Rock my world, he did. And I think it’s safe to say he enjoyed the lingerie - seeing as how he didn’t take it off me while he went down on me, nor during the first round of epic sex he gave me afterwards.

It was hot, sensual, passionate… everything sex should be between lovers, and I feel my pussy wake up at the thoughts replaying through my head. And God, the way he told me to come for him like a good girl. I had no idea I liked dirty talk so much until him.

I burrow into Matt, forcing him to roll lazily on his back as I climb on top of him, pressing my naked skin to his and kissing up his neck.

“Ohhh baby,” Matt moans as his hands run down my sides, pausing to knead at the flesh of my hips. His voice hasn’t woken up yet and is low and gravelly. That combined with the bruising grip his hands have on my body and his warm skin against mine are making me wet. “That feels so good…” he grumbles again and it encourages me to move my mouth up to his jaw. “Ohh fuck yeah, Em…”

He’s just taken my face in his hands and pulled me in for a wet, ravishing kiss when I think I hear something like a door banging closed somewhere in the house. I gasp, jerking my head away, looking around and then down at Matt who’s also halted his movements and has pulled his eyebrows together like he’s listening for it again.

“Matt?” I hear a female voice call out and for just a second, I tense up until Matt quickly explains.

“It’s my sister,” he says with his forehead crinkled in confusion until his eyebrows shoot up in realization. “Shit, I forgot I was supposed to watch Luna today!”

“Oh,” is all I can say when I’m hit with the realization that his family is here, which means I’ll be meeting them, ready or not.

Matt throws on a t-shirt and his jeans from yesterday and hurries out of the bedroom while I try to quickly dress myself. I find my bra and jeans (there’s no way I can wear my panties) and then grab one of his shirts to put on and come out to the living room to find a tall woman with hair lighter than Matt’s, but the same blue eyes. At her side is an extremely cute little girl with curly hair the same color as her mom’s, and sweet little brown eyes. She looks at me curiously while Matt and his sister talk. I give her a friendly smile and a gentle wave as I approach and she looks between me, her mom, and her uncle.

“Hi,” I say when there’s a break in conversation and hold my hand out. “I’m Melanie.”

Matt’s sister takes on the same curious look her daughter just did, but takes my hand all the same and gives it a firm shake.

“Hi, I’m Kasey,” she says, attempting a friendly smile but a little uncertainty lingers in it.

“I’m Jack’s sister,” I add, with a hand on my chest.

“Oh,” her eyebrows go up and her face relaxes when she realizes I’m in the inner circle. Sort of.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” I ask her, ignoring Matt’s puzzled look.

“Mel, of course it is. It’s my house,” he says, protesting.

“Not when you’re taking care of someone else’s kid,” I say smartly. “You need to make sure the parent is okay with who you’re bringing around their child.”

Kasey’s mouth drops open in a smile.

“Oh, I’m impressed! I like her Matt,” she muses before turning to me. “Yeah, I’m totally okay with-,”

“Uncle Matt,” the little one pipes up. “Can I get the coloring books?”

“Yeah of course, Monkey,” he says tenderly down at her with a smile I can tell is reserved just for her. She scampers off to what I’m assuming is her room, and I adore how her brown curls bounce behind her.

“I have to get going, but I’ll be back around four,” Kasey informs us, adjusting her purse strap on her shoulder. “It was nice to meet you, Melanie,” she says with a sincere smile before looking at Matt and shaking her head with a knowing grin, probably silently admonishing him for getting it on with his best friend’s sister.

When the door shuts behind her, we turn to find Luna has already parked herself at the kitchen table and is going to town on her coloring books without a care in the world.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want,” Matt says to me in a low voice.

“Do you not want me to?” I ask, feeling a momentary drop in my stomach.

“No, I do want you to. But you didn’t sign up to watch over a seven-year-old,” he calmly explains.

“Is she a demon from hell?” I ask, trying to fake a serious expression and he shakes his head, chuckling.

“Not most days, no.”

“Okay, then I’m fine with it if you are.”

“I’m more than fine with it,” he reassures me. “Please stay with us. With me.”

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