Page 110 of The Fiance Dilemma

I was flipped on my belly.

Matthew’s body came over me, his mouth at my ear, his length nestled in my ass. “You’ll want what I give you.”

The moan that left me was outrageously loud.

His arms closed around my waist, pulling my ass up. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long while. Are you sure about not using a condom?”

“Good,” I whispered, a bite of jealousy in my voice. “You’re my fiancé.”

The sound that left him was halfway between a growl and a laugh. I felt him stroking himself, his fist brushing my skin as he let out a little grunt. “And you’re mine to do with as I please.”

“Yes.”

He removed my panties, planting kisses on my spine, then positioned himself at my back. His hand clasped one of mine,bringing it between my thighs. “Keep your hand there. I want you to feel me.”

Before I could know what he meant, Matthew was entering me in one swift, hard thrust that flattened me into the mattress. A loud whimper ricocheted. Mine, his. Probably both.

“How does that feel, baby?” he asked me, pulling back slowly before thrusting back in.

I closed my free hand around the duvet. “So full. So—”

“Perfect,” he finished for me, his hips pistoning in one more time. “For you. Say it.”

“For me,” I breathed out. I squeezed his hand, the one still between my thighs. My nails dug at his skin, the pleasure swirling inside me becoming too much, more powerful, more overwhelming, dizzying, more perfect still. “Just for me.”

I felt him pull out of me, turning my body slowly this time. With a cadence that made my chest tight. When he lowered himself over my body, slipping back inside me with one slow, torturous thrust, he was looking into my eyes. I swallowed a moan. “Look at you,” he whispered in my mouth, his next thrust harder than the last. “Taking me so beautifully. Can’t wait to see this every fucking day of my life.”

The words triggered an explosion inside me. My eyes shut, and I started spiraling. My bra was pulled down, and his lips were closing around a nipple. I croaked something, a word, something like yes, or please, or— He nipped at the peak again, following it with a rough push of his hips.

“Let go, Josie,” he demanded. Another thrust. “Let go so I can make a mess of you.”

My lips popped open, but before anything left them, Matthew was pulling my hips up with one hand while the other one flew to my clit. I opened my eyes and it was the sight of him, with everything else, that made it for me. Pleasure rose, peaking, propellingme into the sun. “Matthew,” I whimpered, burning, an emotion filling my chest as I rode the crest.

Matthew slipping out was the only thing anchoring me back. “I’m pulling out, baby.” He fisted himself. “I’m making that mess.” His words were nothing but a growl, and his hand barely had a chance to move before he was coming all over me.

“Mine, Josie. You’re mine. Say you’ll have me.”

I didn’t know how my brain was computing anything at all, but I knew I’d never heard or seen anything more erotic than Matthew on his knees, panting, his hardness wet from being inside me, hand on my hip, and his spent covering my skin.

I reached out, pulling him back on top of me, basking in the way his weight felt against me. Matthew’s arms went around my body, and when he rolled us on our sides, I pressed my mouth into his skin, right above his heart.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have anyone else but you,” I told him.

And I meant it. With every ounce of my soul.

What worried me was whether I’d be able to show him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

I was awakened by a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses placed between my shoulder blades.

My toes curled with the goose bumps traveling down my back, and I felt myself smile. “Matthew?”

He huffed a breath out against my skin. “Were you expecting to wake up and find someone else in your bed?”

I bit back a laugh and said as seriously as I could. “Hm… I dunno. What was your last name again?”

Matthew’s arms went around my body, and he jerked me against his chest in one swift motion, rolling us on our backs. I squealed out the laugh I’d been holding, his breath tickling my ear. It was deep and rowdy and it made me feel the kind of happy I hadn’t been in a while.

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